The King Is Dead

by pieces of moments

I don’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t know or listen to Michael Jackson. I remember telling another little friend, when I was very small and having one of my first music discussions, that I liked Michael Jackson. My sign language teacher during a summer course I took as a kid has us learn how to sign along with “We Are The World” as one of our final projects. The Glove. Moonwalking. Those phenomenal high pitched and abrasiveness vocal exclamation points interjected into each music track. Thriller. Billie Jean.

Long live the King.