With the recent deaths of Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson, I've been sifting through some random childhood memories. It was a thrill to watch the Tonight Show on my tiny black and white TV under the covers without my parents' knowledge. It was a thrill to stay up to watch Charlie's Angels and to see (despite the overt sexuality) three independent, professional women portrayed on prime-time TV. It was a thrill to listen to the Jackson 5 and later on Off the Wall, Thriller, and Bad provided the soundtracks to my adolescence.
I listened to the Jackson 5's greatest hits this morning. I remember listening to the Jackson 5 on long car trips with my parents. I snoozed safely in the backseat, secure in my parents' love and Michael Jackson's voice.