Me & The King of Pop
Michael Jackson's music has been the background of my life.
Back in the day, he was awesome.
When I was in elementary school, he was on Soul Train and Tiger Beat:
When I was a senior in high school, Ron & I rocked the night away:
Matt & Brad were my Pretty Young Things as little toddlers:
Just this week Bekah was telling me that Britney Spears is coming back to town and she'd really like to go (again...) and my response was, "Why would you want to go see her again, she's so screwed up." And Rebekah said, "Because she's so good."
I know what you mean, Bek. [wow - did I just use all 3 of my names for you in 2 short sentences?] His life was so screwed up, but he was so good.
So here's one last number. It just happens to be what I used to sing to you and your sister when you were babies, and it features your favorite fellow screwed up artist:
I don't care what you say, I liked him.