I feel a little sick about Michael Jackson's death.
When celebrities younger than me die, I'm reminded that part of my history is dying with them.
Since I was 12 I knew of Michael Jackson's talent. He was such a cute little boy in the Jackson 5, so cute I never noticed his other brothers, and still can't identify any of them on sight.
When MJ went solo and his debut album, "Off the Wall" came out, all the clubs I frequented played cuts from it constantly. I fell in love a few times to the beat of that soundtrack.
Same with "Thriller." What an amazing piece of work that was.
His tortured personal life and allegations aside, we lost a musical genius and a hell of a dancer yesterday.
And the 80's have officially ended.