Michael Jackson

You know, I hate to say this, but it truly did take death to get me to listen to Michael Jackson's music. He's a really good musician and I've known that my entire life, but the child molestation charges came about when I was young, maybe eight years old if not younger. On top of that, Michael Jackson looking as inhuman as he ever did at the time, I sure as shit wasn't willing or ready to give the guy an unbiased opinion. Regardless, I was eight and my opinion wouldn't have meant squat to anyone, but you understand where I'm coming from. Now, if you know me personally, you know I pride myself on my musical prowess. I listen to all kinds of different genres and a close friend of mine instilled in me the values that him and I don't listen to a specific genre, we just listen to what we think is good music. I learned of Michael Jackson's upbringing when I was eleven or twelve, but the idea of that white looking he/she touching little boys just made me twinge in my bed at night. Michael Jackson was totally the monster in my closet; he was the boogieman to me. I was scared shitless by the man. I've grown a lot mentally over the last couple years and I've come to realize that music truly is a passion for me, one that I'm going to, in one way or another, pursue a career in. So this blog is here to issue my world wide (or as wide as it can get; it's the internet after all) apology to the musical community, Michael Jackson, his family, and kind of to myself. Music is music, and Michael Jackson did it well and did it right regardless of his personal life. If Woody Allen releases an album, I'll go ahead and listen to that, too. Even if he did marry his adopted child.