How I Met Michael Jackson.
June 26th 2009.
I remember it like yesterday. I was only 10 years old at the time and I was quite the early bird. I always liked to watch the news and be awake before everyone else. (now it’s the complete opposite) Anyway, I remember drinking my milk and turning on the news to see a bunch of people crowded on a grassy area near a hospital in LA. The headline had said that Michael Jackson had died.
At the time, I didn’t know who it was until my mother woke up and I asked her. (the only recollection I have of MJ before he passed was hearing “ABC” on a ringtone commercial back when I was way younger) I honestly can’t remember her reaction, it was blank. I’d soon find out later on that she was a fan long before I was. Sadly, my brother incorrectly informed me that Michael Jackson was a pedophile and therefore I should be happy that he’s dead.
So considering I knew so little, I happily chanted because that’d be a good thing if it were true. I still feel guilty for that. I know I was only a kid and that my family was ignorant but still. The next morning after that, “Rage” a popular Australian music video show was paying it’s tribute to Michael. That’s when I first saw him. They were playing “Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough”. I was in awe, all I could think was “wow this song is funky and boy can he dance!”
I had never seen anything like it.
This urged me to go on YouTube and search up all his music videos. My first favorite song of his that I just couldn’t stop watching was “Rock With You”. My mother soon took notice in my growing interest and began to buy me best hit CDs, concert DVDs and tons of merchandise, some the merch I own was even sold for his “This Is It” concerts in London. I can’t even begin to imagine how much that is probably worth today.
At first, I was reluctant of Michael Jackson. I was a curious and naive kid who wanted to know why he turned white, why he had surgery and why he was accused of being a child molester. So I educated myself day and night with everything I could find. From magazines to Wikipedia to websites. Unfortunately, the first interview I ever watched was “Living with Michael Jackson” definitely not the best one to watch.
It took some time for me to understand everything but I’m so glad I did. When I realised that he was a innocent child inside just like me, I was drawn to him forever. I fell in love with his humanitarian side. He inspired me to be better and he became my ultimate role model. I had photos of him stuck to my school books and was always so conscious of my peers judging me and him.
I knew nobody who liked him except my mother and to this day, it remains the same. MJ fans are so hard to find in Australia, well at least where I live. My memorabilia is quite large compared to others. I have three whole boxes full of CDs, DVDs, along with posters, books, cards, figures, and other miscellaneous things. I’m so thankful I have a mother who supports the people I love.
So whenever I look back on all the stuff I’ve collected, it brings a warm smile to my face.
Michael Jackson was the first proper musician I ever liked. Before that, I hadn’t really listened to real music yet. He was my first everything and I’m so glad I discovered him while I still had my childhood innocence because I just would’ve judged him like everyone else I know.
Just recently, I’ve managed to watch him live again for the first time in three years. I will admit to slightly neglecting him while taking interests in other bands and artists. And it honestly hurts because I can’t watch him without being reminded, I can’t help but well up in tears because this man was everything to me. Nothing else mattered but him. He still matters to me in many ways, his undying love for me is in my heart and it will never leave my soul.
I’ve loved other people like him and I’ve grieved massively. I’d love to be the super obsessive fan I was once and watch him everyday but it hurts too much. As I’ve grown up, I’ve become a extremely sensitive person and I’m very aware of the painful life he lived and it breaks my heart whenever I hear about it because he didn’t deserve it. I just can’t dwell. There’s so many things that piss me off and I’d love to chat and talk about it all day but I don’t feel like giving any assholes recognition for trying to destroy a innocent and loving man.
But what I can say is that I’m still a big and loyal fan to Michael Jackson and I always will be. I still defend the man at every chance I get because I love him and it won’t ever change. Seriously, I don’t care if it’s my family or even a stranger. If you don’t like the man and you continue to misjudge him, you can fuck off out of my life because he will always be there unlike you.
So that’s it, I’m sorry this is so long. I could on and on about this man and what love and strength he’s brought to me. So always feel free to message me. I have endless memories and joys of him. Nothing makes me happier than gushing over someone I love.