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Whenever I think about my childhood, which is approximately at least twice a day, there's always musi
 

Maarten Prinsen

July 25 · Issue #10 · View online
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Whenever I think about my childhood, which is approximately at least twice a day, there’s always music involved.
I sat in front of the tv for hours on end, but not just for those awesome cartoons. MTV was my religion and because I watched it devoutly, my preference for the music that was hot in the 80’s and 90’s has never ceased…

The King of Pop
Like 99% of my generation, Michael Jackson was my number one favorite artist. His music is so diverse, his style of clothing unmatched and his showmanship out of this world.
I remember when my dad came home after work with a cassette tape for me. I put it in my walkman (for the younger readers: an iPod without a playlist, but with an opening for a primitive USB-like rectangle that contained music) and when I hit the ‘Play’ button, it began playing the “Bad” album.
Everytime we went somewhere by car, I brought along my walkman to keep me entertained while looking at the surroundings.
To this day, Bad has remained my favorite album the King of Pop has ever made. It’s one of those albums of which I like every song. From the howling guitars in Dirty Diana to Michael’s soft and gentle voice in Liberian Girl; how can you not like this album?
Memories
When Michael passed away six years ago, I was shocked and sad.
It felt as if I had lost a dear friend that I’d known for most of my life.
When I come to think of it, that’s actually mostly true.
His music was there on many occasions. Birthday parties, countless summer vacations and even in times of sadness.
It was always something I could count on.
Michael Jackson deserved better. His music is still relevant today and will probably remain so for years to come.
He made a lot of people really happy, cared for the future of our planet and the human race and took care of the soundtrack of my childhood.
Like I mentioned at the beginning, music plays a key role in my memories.
Hearing Michael Jackson’s music takes me back to my younger years.
His songs are my DeLorean and will remain that way for the rest of my life.
Michael Jackson was, is and will always be my hero, regardless of all hateful things that have been written about him.
It’s tough to be the King, but if there was ever anyone worthy of a crown, it was Michael.
Heroes never die, but live on in our hearts and minds.
At least in my heart and mind, where the word “Shamone” can be heard frequently…
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