Don't Stop 'til You Get Enough

Last night I teased my mom for becoming upset at the untimely death of Michael Jackson. She was in pure disbelief and a bit sad, and my response was 'well not like you were friends.'

I don't get upset over celebrity demise. I have no problem being a bit of a voyeur when I am in line at the grocer or flipping channels, but I really don't pay attention because I really don't care. (Case & point, I had to have my aunt tell me who Speidi was. Then I had to look them up. It is the one thing I apparently have in common with Al Roker.)

While I think becoming upset is ridiculous, I think we should take a moment to respect a performer who truly was a worldwide superstar. Though his later years were filled with horrid allegations and personal pain, the music he provided my generation was nothing short of amazing.

So today, as you drive to and from work, turn on one of the many radio stations that are playing his music.

Listen to ABC, Don't Stop 'til You Get Enough, Thriller, Billie Jean, Dirty Diana, Smooth Criminal. Trust me, there is something out there you love, maybe something you haven't heard in years, but you know every word, even know the moonwalk.

Today, look past the controversy and love the music again. Music that changed how we listened and how we danced. Music that opened doors for the performers we know now.

(I can't be rude and not mention the death of Farrah Fawcett too, after her long and difficult struggle with cancer. She carries her own weight in the generation before me, and is no doubt just as much a superstar to many many people.)