Mama Se Mama Sa Mama Coo Sa
Yay, though his career peaked many moons ago and some fairly well-substantiated rumors of pedophilia have taken the luster off of the inscriptions surrounding his likeness as a demi-god in the hallowed halls of our collective pop-consiousness, he will forever be the sounds of my childhood. His name and music will never fail to conjure images of poorly imitated walks on the moon, or one-gloved grabs of the loin.
Though some will not smile when others speak of you, and they might ask "how has he affected us?," they will never be able to question how deeply. Rest in Peace MJ. I will remember you as a P.Y.T., deserving of our T.L.C.
2 comments:
Wonderful commentary. I read this to my family this morning as we watched the news report speculating how MJ will be remembered. Your blog certainly provoked intelligent discussion among us all.
Thank you! That's all I've ever hoped to do on here.
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