The Last Trip to Moonwalk

he was the ultimate man-child.
a real-life peter pan.
a naive soul who was constantly hounded by the media.
the same media who was responsible for his constant rise to stardom,
his descent to embarassment and being a has-been.
the same people who will be exploiting his death to a hilt.

his album thriller was the first legit bestseller i bought.
the moment i laid my hands on that shiny casette i knew it was money well spent.
and it delivered hit after hit as promised.

it was the music i grew up with.
yes i was one of the children who caught the Michael Jackson fever.
so young yet I was trying to moonwalk my way to the streets.
And watching thriller gave me sleepless nights
despite the horror feel, its cheesiness and campy choreography was the thing that kept me up. it was haunting. i sang along to it. Yes, it was that brilliant.

then the his music came one after the other. from "we are the world", i learned that rich people can make a difference by coming together to fight poverty in africa.
I remembered remember the time how magical that video was. How I bought the CD immediately after listening to it during high school. It's funny how music can accompany the passing of time. It was during college when I rediscovered his jackson 5 CD. It was sweet accompaniment to the bittersweet days of college. then i rediscoverd "one day in your life" i remember how angelica told me how she loved that song and she wanted it to be played for her funeral. i don't where angelica is now, but that song stayed with me, like my memory of her - the most beautiful and intelligent girl in UST College of Pharmacy...

years have gone and michael just faded into oblivion. it seems he got stuck in his time and the moonwalk ceased to evolve. the musical timeline of my life has been replaced by the music of others. the magic of michael has faded away.

i was surprised the hear the news early in the morning.
his passing was swift. he came with a whisper but left with a scream.
and all over the world his name was heard again.
his music played again in the hearts and radios/ ipods of the people.
jacko may be gone, but his music will always stay.

Thank you for the music Michael Jackson.
Rest in peace