In March 1988 I and a friend went to a concert. At a major venue. Clearly it was a different time because I can tell you I’m not planning to drop my 14-year old son and his 12-year old sister off at a concert and LEAVE. Yet, we were left there alone. Well, not alone exactly. We were with 20,123 other people. We were all there to see Michael Jackson.
That’s right, I saw the Bad tour. How cool am I?
There were a lot of years I wouldn’t have acknowledged that I even knew who Michael Jackson was. Like 1989-2005. For no particular reason other than Thriller might have been his last good labium. And the child molestation charges. And that weird hanging his kid over the railing incident in Berlin.
No matter his crazy personal life, he did change music forever. A reviewer on NPR, and I’m sure there are others, called him a genius. I’m no a music aficionado, but I do know he had an impact – and not just on a bunch of girls in the 80s. He took us from disco to pop. Even as I was driving, I couldn’t help but sing along. His songs are ingrained in our generation.
He also taught us all to moonwalk. And to wear only one glove.
Now I need to go get some Jackson 5 for the pre-schooler set. Their music history lessons need to begin.