Without the Soul For Getting Down
My sister and I were outside just hanging out one Saturday morning when we heard the music. Someone in the neighborhood was playing "Thriller" loud enough for half the block to hear. Even so, we got closer and soon we were in front of the building the music was blaring from. We loved "Thriller" like every other kid our age and we knew the words to every song. My sister and I sang and danced to the music until Vincent Price's creepy laugh. Who knows what we did after that. Probably wandered off to gather up some friends.
We never gave a thought to who was playing the music until we saw a boy a little older than us, his name was Mark, I think. "Thriller, thriller!" he said mimicing both us and Michael Jackson. He even did a little dance. It turns out Mark had been blasting the music that morning and he had been watching us the whole time.
From that day forward, Mark sang "Thriller" to me and my sister every time he saw us.
Michael Jackson is dead and Im sadder than I thought I would be. For someone so gifted, he struggled with so much. I don't believe in heaven but I believe MJ is at peace now. Thanks for leaving us with so much good music.
-- Post From My iPhone







