rivercityvibe   “Puerile, smutty, schoolboy nonsense” – My Mom

As it is impossible not to know by now, last night the King of Pop was murdered by his enablers. With all the hysterical bullshit coverage in the media (decorum, please………) and the unpleasantness that is bound to ensue, I am relieved that my feelings about his music seem unlikely to ever change.

You see, for my generation his songs were the incidental music in our lives*. At boarding school we listened to Thriller and Bad on orange “mix” cassettes that a friend’s 11th grade brother used to make for him. (They lived in the Bahamas. I don’t know why that is relevant information, but it is).

So whenever I hear Michael Jackson I am nostalgic for a time of boring sundays, local talent, stegophily and Nelly’s Pond. That’s what his music does for me.

*My actual theme tune was Gold by Spandau Ballet, if you’re curious.