What an excellent conversation ladies and gentlemen. Here's what I wrote down a few days ago. It's a little embarrassing but I kinda don't care about stuff like that as much as I used too.
Back in the day most of my friends and I would gravitate to rock clubs and concerts, blues oh, yes, jazz too. Some of us would sit in with the real musicians. I can still wail about any genre on the harp 30 years later. Glittery, thumping music was viewed by us much like the RCA Victor dog, Nipper, looking into an old Victrola.
We discovered dance clubs and discos and they were so much more fun than most other clubs. It could have been the beat, the light show, maybe it was the dancing, probably the pretty girls had something to do with it...It was just fun.
For a guy with questionable rhythm and mobile fluidity, Michael Jackson's tunes were a gift. One arm on the bar holding a drink, Billy Jean comes on, lower eye lids, let that bass riff in, get a little side to side, get a little wiggle, set that drink down, you choo choo onto the floor moving without effort, you're owning a low key smile and nobody cares what it looks like 'cause it's all good. Then before the phrase was a phrase you bust-a-move...Hot Dayum, that was fun.
MJ was not in my top ten favorite musicians but I'm going to choose to remember him for his music and his show and how many times he taught this white boy how to dance. C'mon ya'll. Moonwalk with me one time.
