Special Commemorative Magazine Issues

When I was 8 my parents bought a video camera, the old 80's type that recorded to standard size VHS tapes and had to be worn on the shoulder in order to film. On the first tape ever used is a scene of me in the living room wearing a light colored sports coat on a Sunday morning just before church. Now something is fouled up with the tape because much of the sound has been replaced by loud static. This makes it hard to decipher what I'm doing and at times down right confusing as I fling the coat off my shoulders and at one point slap myself in the face.

But if you could hear the audio you'd hear the title track of the 1987 album Bad. Bad was the first item, let alone album, I can remember buying with my own Christmas/Birthday obtained money. And for the rest of my life I was married to a following of the Gloved One, for better or worst.

On my key chain I keep the key to my very first car. A 1989 maroon 2-door Chrysler Le Baron. Of course the only fitting name for the car, in my mind, was Billie Jean. I even made a tape for the car that played the song on continuous repeat. A tape I purposely left in the deck when the car finally headed to the wreckage yard.

With all the tributes out there for Michael Jackson right now I won't bother going into my own. So instead know that I'll be 30 in less than a year. An age where no matter how hard you try to play it you're officially an adult whether you like it or not. Having Michael Jackson die now almost seems fitting. Like mourning Mike is really mourning the kid that spend hours lip syncing to his songs in front of the mirror.