12:59 p.m. - Thursday, Feb. 20, 2003
Late
Listening to Blondie makes me feel like I'm 7 years old again.
I had this little room upstairs in the very corner of our first house, with hardwood floors, and old lady pink flower wall paper. I would sit for hours on the floor, with no lights on except the electric disco lamp that my aunt had given me for my birthday, with coloured plastic covered cutouts of spades and clubs and hearts and diamonds that would project onto the walls and spin around the room faster and faster as the light got hotter, and listen to records on my hand me down record player. I would listen to Blondie, and Joan Jett, and Kim Carnes, and like, Billy Idol, and Devo and Queen. And these weird K-tel records that would have Eddy Grant and Madness on them and shit. That was awesome.
And then one fateful summer, the summer of my 9th year I believe, I discovered THE album - THRILLER. My life was never the same again. From that day on, until I was 12, everything I thought about, everything I cared about, every dream I had, every song I played was Michael, you know? It was all about that album. Then Prince entered the blessed triangle, but he was always a bit of a weak link. Really it was still me and Michael.
My best friend Lisa and I would come home after school every day and learn every single move to every single Michael Jackson video we could capture on VHS. I still probably know them. I was good, damn.
The hysteria all peaked when I showed up to the first day of school in 5th grade dressed exactly like Michael Jackson from the Billie Jean video, from head to toe, pink tuxedo shirt and white sparkled glove included, except my ensemble was pleather, not leather. I got laughed at alot. I guess I was embarrassed, but mostly I thought I was the only one cool enough have the vision and passion to BE Michael. I loved those pleather pants, I fucking LOVED them. I had a pleather beat it jacket too.
My water is turned off because we had a weird gas leak today, and the fire department came banging on our doors at 7 am to evacuate the building. I woke up thinking it was the secret police. Anyway, now i'm really dirty and tired, and i can't wash and will be late for everything. Later.
