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I was part of Michael Jackson's posse? Yes, I was. Michael loved the way I made a peach crumble top pie. Sure. Michael would fly into DFW, with the kids, and come on over to the house. Yep. The kids loved my neighbors dogs. Would run and meet the ice cream guy as he jingled down the street. You bet. While the kids would romp in the fenced in backyard, my cats would watch them through the windows. Then Michael and I would sit on my patio, sip ice tea and take in the fragrances of the flowers in my back yard as we would chat and laugh. Sure did. Michael would get the grill going. Oh yea. He'd have his hair back in a pony tail and wear an apron that had "Smooth Criminal" embroidered on it--which by the way I did myself. As Michael grilled our burgers, he would repeat how he could come to Dallas and nobody knew he was there. OK. So, Michael, the kids and I chomped on burgers and other picnic fare. Really? The kids loved to throw pieces of their buns to the birds in the back yard. Even a squirrel would come only so far. Hmm. For dessert we'd have my peach crumble top pie with vanilla ice cream. Michael turned into as much of a kid as his kids as he dug into his pie ala mode. Uh-huh. Just peaceful for him. And a place where the kids were just kids. And just as quick it was over. Hmm. The SUV that had brought them to my house, was now back to get them. Michael and the kids piled into the SUV that was permitted to deposit them right by their private jet on the runway. Yea? I hugged all the kids saving the biggest hug for the biggest kid: Michael. I wanted him to take his "Smooth Criminal" apron with him. So when he cooked it would remind him of Dallas. WOW. Michael said he didn't want to. The apron would be worn only during those special times-like being in Dallas. And now those times are done.

Don't I sound like some of these people coming out of the woodwork and cracks in sidewalks to say how they knew Michael? It's all ridiculous now. Get the toxicology reports--Quick. Keep the kids with Katherine who should give them to Janet--Quick. And let Michael just rest in peace.

Quick.

Michael Jackson 1958-2009

Shock. Still can't believe it. Cardiac arrest. Michael Jackson.
Even with all the mess Michael went through in later years. I admit I hoped there would be US concerts, namely here in Dallas!

Memories. The fact my mom bought the Jackson 5's Third Album, with "I'll Be There" on it. She feared, her almost teen age daughter wasn't getting into the music of the day--or at all. She worried. Mom had me play the entire album over and over. I thought it was good-yet I had a thing about movie and play soundtracks--like 1968's Best Movie Oscar winner: "Oliver!" I BEGGED for that album. LOVED it.

Had a chance to see the Jackson 5 at the Iowa State Fair in 1971. Their hit "Maybe Tomorrow" was out. I wanted to go. My cousins were. Yet I decided to stay home. Even when Mom kept urging me otherwise. Why? Because I wanted to be with my mom as much as I could. She passed a month later.

Then the Victory Tour. Saw that in Kansas City at Arrowhead Stadium. I paid an unheard of 40 bucks for my tickets. Some kind of lottery I think. Madness. Yet history. We sat so far back--yet didn't care. Saw Michael again --solo--this time, around 1988. Right before I moved to Dallas. Better seats. And I wonder how it would be to do coffee with him.

The world stopped when infant network MTV put itself on the map with the premier of the video "Thriller." WOW. We watched. Stunned. Magic. This guy had it ALL.

Then started different verses of Bubbles, the young boys, the Elephant Man bones, behavior, face, Michael Jackson's skin color and the bizarre situation of his children. We didn't want to believe the King of Pop was about to drown in his own mote.

The last years were not kind. Michael Jackson will forever be remembered for those horrid choices he made. Close to dim all the musical genius of his.

Michael Jackson had it all. On this day, I want to remember how it was before the spiral began. When the night of "Thriller," my friends and I were in bar--yapping how extraordinary it was, then the bar played it on the big screen--which was just a sheet on the wall--it was the 80's, you know. :) Once again, the world stopped.

Just like today.

May the troubled soul of Michael Jackson now find the peace now he search so long for.

American Idol and Michael Jackson

Uh. Yea.

OK.
After I get over the fact the Top 13 were either babes in swaddling clothes, toddlers or not even born yet when "Thiller" made us listen to music in a whole 'nother way-I gotta be honest, none of the Top 13 blew me away to any new Corner of the Sky.

If I had to like somebody, because I wouldn't get any Blue Bell Cookies n Cream Ice Cream if I didn't: Danny Gokey, Allison Iraheta and last: Adam Lambert. While everybody seem to give Adam a beaded glove, I felt there were times Adam screamed "Black and White." I bet they hear that when they play it back.

I can't believe Allison is 16. Good Rocker. However, can she do anything else?

But Danny--unless, he messes up along the way--this is his thing to lose.

...and Anoop Desai--such a sweetheart. Hope he gets another chance.

In the meantime, Anoop and everybody else, click on the link to see how "Beat It" was and still should be done by Michael Jackson....when, well--before faces and things changed.


Gotta get my Blue Bell Cookies n Cream Ice Cream.

And Corner of the Sky? Um. Yea. A song from the Broadway show 'Pippin' and that the Jackson 5 turned into a single. A vinyl 45. Which I had. Cue it up.