I learned the news yesterday at Cleo's. The DJ kept playing MJ songs and it was depressing. First, I thought that I misheard the DJ when he broke the news or maybe I was just in denial.
I was a fan of MJ when he started his carrier and before he engaged in his endless metamorphosis process. He was the only singer I was fan of. I was rather worshiping scientists but I was a strange teenager. Fortunately, I am not a strange teenager anymore, just a strange adult.
Feeling sorry or sad for his death has nothing to do with worshiping the man. Speaking for myself, his death took with it many sweet memories as I loved his first songs and used to do my homework listening to that music. Also, it meant that people that we liked at one point of our life are starting to die. So my reaction to his death was more egoistic.
Another death that affected me was that of Laura Branigan. She died in 2004, thought I only learned about her death just a few months ago. I was not a fan of her, but her songs were intimately associated with some period of my life.
I guess people who were not teenagers in the eighties will have trouble to understand what we are talking about. Worshiping maybe a trick of kids, but hell we were kids in those years.
I was a fan of MJ when he started his carrier and before he engaged in his endless metamorphosis process. He was the only singer I was fan of. I was rather worshiping scientists but I was a strange teenager. Fortunately, I am not a strange teenager anymore, just a strange adult.
Feeling sorry or sad for his death has nothing to do with worshiping the man. Speaking for myself, his death took with it many sweet memories as I loved his first songs and used to do my homework listening to that music. Also, it meant that people that we liked at one point of our life are starting to die. So my reaction to his death was more egoistic.
Another death that affected me was that of Laura Branigan. She died in 2004, thought I only learned about her death just a few months ago. I was not a fan of her, but her songs were intimately associated with some period of my life.
I guess people who were not teenagers in the eighties will have trouble to understand what we are talking about. Worshiping maybe a trick of kids, but hell we were kids in those years.