You Give Me Fever Like You’ve Never Ever Known
When I was a youngster, I spent hours choreographing a dance to MJ’s Bad. It was possible that I used it for a choreographic competition at my ballet school–I’m not sure. I got so engrossed, that I’d go to bed with every note and lyric from the track sounding in my head. I wanted an outfit just like the one he wore in the video clip, too.
Well they say the skys the limit
And to me that’s really true
But my friend you have seen nothing
Just wait til I get through . . .
When I was younger still, my mum made me a sequin glove just like the King Of Pop’s. I wish I kept it. That would have been a really cool keepsake.
Around the same time, my hair used to do weird things whenever I came out of the shower. Someone once said that it made me look like MJ. I remember being really upset by that comment. On this day, the comment makes me smile.
Now that I think about it, a lot of his songs were background music to my childhood and early teenage years. I remember listening to Man In The Mirror over and over and over, and believing every word that he sang each time I played it.
I’ve been stopping in my tracks when I hear people say that he was the Elvis of our generation–those who know me well are aware of the huge Elvis fan that I am.
On another note, I can’t help but feel disappointed when people feel the need to define him by the scandalous events that the media couldn’t get enough of. The reason that he we celebrated him in the first place was because of his music, and so why can’t that be the reason that we remember him when he died…? I don’t understand it.
This little post is a sincere farewell to the man who blamed it on the boogie and who had every right to.
