Music Monday

Ah now, you can't blame a pregnant woman for taking the lazy way out and posting a Michael Jackson video, can you?

I was never a huge fan of MJ, although I certainly can acknowledge his talent. Thriller came out just as I was hitting my musical stride, and I have to say I resented it for all the attention it got over my more alternative musical favorites. I did truly enjoy Billie Jean, though.

I definitely liked his early stuff better, and I think he definitely peaked with Thriller. The older he got, the more I hated looking at what he had become, and I don't know why plastic surgeons kept agreeing to alter his face.

This song is from Off the Wall, and one that makes me dance no matter what is going on.

Comments

Awesome Mom said…
I never was a big fan either but I really do have to admire his talent. I also can't help but feel sad that he had such issues with his self image that he felt the need to butcher his face.
10:27 PM
J said…
I love his talent, but we were watching Bad the other day, and I couldn't keep from wincing at the freak he had made of himself. And he was so handsome to begin with. Too me, it goes back to an abusive father. But then again, at some level, you're judged by the cards you're dealt, right? His talent should have helped him escape the abuse. It didn't. Poor man. And the poor kids he almost certainly abused in his turn. I hope none of them take it further. Ugh.
7:37 PM
Heidi said…
Okay, thanks, now I can't get that song out of my head. It was Beat It before.
10:26 PM
Eunice Burns said…
Wow! I know I've been gone awhile, but this baby stuff is great news! I'm so pleased for you and your family!

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