In recent years, I have griped about how much attention he got--it was hard to think of him as innocent just because he was never convicted in a court of law.
But I also can't deny that many childhood memories are centered around the music of the 1980s--and Michael Jackson was, at that time, the King of Pop. Who can forget Thriller, Bad, Billy Jean? Who can forget the darling little boy with the angelic voice and huge afro singing ABC or I'll Be There? Certainly not I.
So rest in peace, Michael. May the demons you had in life leave you alone now.
The Way You Make Me Feel
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