I have-a little bit more to say than that. Here we go again.
Michael Jackson was born in august in 1959, so was I.
Michael Jackson grew up in the suburbs of the Midwest. So did i.
Michael Jackson had eight brothers and sisters. So do I.
When Michael Jackson was 6,/he became a superstar and was perhaps the world’s most beloved child.
When I was six, my mother died.
I think he got the shorter end of the stick.
I never had a mother, but he never had
a childhood.
And when you never get to have something you become obsessed by it.
I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures, sometimes/ I was successful.
But how do you recreate your childhood/ when you are under/ the magnifying glass of the world for your entire life?
There is no question that Michael Jackson was one of the greatest talents the world had ever known…
That when he sang a song at the ripe old age of 8, he could make you feel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart/ with his words.
That the way he moved had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammad Ali--.
That his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that didn’t just make you want to dance/ but actually made you believe that you could fly, dare to dream, be anything that you want to be. Because that/ is what heroes do/ and Michael Jackson was a hero.
He performed/ in soccer stadium around the world/ he sold hundreds of millions of records. He dined with prime ministers and presidents. Girls fell in love with him; boys fell in love with him. Everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed other worthy, but/ he was also/ a human being. Like most performers, he was shy and plagued with insecurities. Plague困扰
I can’t say we were great friends, but in 1991 I decided I wanted to try to get to know him better.
I asked him out for dinner. I said,“my treat, I’ll drive, just you and me”
He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards.
We drove to the restaurant in my car.
It was dark out, but he was still wearing sun glasses.
I said “Michael, I feel like I am talking to a limousine, do you think you could take off those glasses? So I could see your eyes?”
He paused for a moment, then he tossed the glasses out the window, looked at me with a wink and a smile and said
“can you see me now, is that better?”
In that moment, I could see both his vulnera’bility and his charm. The rest