Mamase Mama mamakusa, mamase mamasa mamakusa...

The great entertainer is gone. From earliest memories, he made me walk and think and dream, and sing and make images differently, and everyone around me. All of us together were imprinted with the most profound pride in our potentially endless creative energy, in a time when we had good reason to doubt ourselves. 

In my tapestry of memory I cannot find a single lawyer or zoo animal or shadow or trace of the tragic anywhere near that shy young handsome entirely marvelous dude. 

Time will flatten his narrative, and judge his walk in the world as a success. 

I don't think this thread of thought is finished. The well runs deeper than I expected. We get older, find darker Princes to worship, in my musical landscape. But MJ is always a pulse you can hear in your chest wherever you go on the planet. MJ made me connect with strangers in foreign places, just by being there, on some shop speakers, bass heavy cinematic grooves calling down some gospel interconnectedness. I have no memory any longer of a glove, though. I grew up wanting to make Michael's feet become my feet. Studying the sharp determination on his face. Riding the boogie with that invisible girl he sang to. Love was still a honey sweet flavor in my future body. Romance's soundtrack has changed a lot since he and Quincy laid down the bedrock layer.

..."It's this magic in your eyes, and in my heart... Break of dawn..." 

..."Lay back with me..."

..."There'll be no darkness tonight," Cuzz my love will light it right, right? 

But it was more important for us first hip hop generation boys to romance his massive ambition. Our aspiration starts here with Ali Cosby and MJ. His swagger and focus onstage.Some kind of ethic of surpassing expectations. Wowing your audience. All the world is your stage, young man. 

With that kind of love of self one could get oneself out of one's small town existence, one's perceived poverty of the good life. Just imagine yourself doing your thing the way Michael did his... And nothing could stop us

Everybody get up and moonwalk. Make the panels on your kitchen floor light up again. You know what what I'm talking about. 

More to come. Love to hear your thoughts, impressions.