I don’t really do the cross-promotion thing between GameSpite and 1UP so much these days, but I’m unexpectedly satisfied with this piece I wrote about Michael Jackson for Retronauts and figure it’s worth linking to. It’s not really about Jackson, though; what it’s really about is the bygone days of arcades and the fact that his death is a reminder of things forever lost. I guess ultimately it’s about me, to be honest. Man, now I’m kind of ashamed of it. “Some guy died, please listen to me whine about missing my childhood.” Sorry ’bout that, everyone.
The post did come from a sincere place, though. I don’t know anyone who didn’t think Jackson was amazing back when I was in elementary school. Thriller was so, so huge, and we all used to listen to it over and over. I haven’t heard the album in decades, but I could still recite the stupid byplay between Jackson and Paul McCartney from “The Girl is Mine” if you really pressed me. And that was the lousiest song on the album! That cover made white suits and baby tigers were the coolest thing ever. We all figured we’d dress like that an have exotic pets when we grew up. And we all made fun of Jackson’s flaky personality and effeminate mannerisms, but damn if we didn’t try to moonwalk in our ragged size 4 Pumas.
Anyway, I have a follow-up post to that entry in mind, but it will have to wait for when I’m not wearing a monkey suit and listening to a din of Vietnamese at my future cousin-in-law’s engagement party. The further joys of adulthood!