Crossfade with tears
Last night a dee-jay saved my life. It was me. I was spinning a fresh mix of R & B, pop and current dancey tracks from England. It was going over well... even I was dancing between segues. I was playing a lot of Michael - like everyone else in the whole world probably. I always play Michael. I played it last week and they went nuts - as they always do. It is a sure shot. I played a bootleg mix of Butterflies and suddenly a long series of images started flashing in my head. Big moments from my life...babies being born, people dying, moments of great joy, moments of utter hopelessness... and they had all been set to the music of Michael Jackson. It has been playing since I have been able to listen. I got choked up. I kept my head down to hide the tears, but they dripped out onto the mixer and that made me even more emotional. At that moment I realized that I always made fun of Michael Jackson for so many years because I had been made fun of myself so many times in my early life. I recognized that fact and forgiveness came immediately. For myself, for others, for Michael and Janet and even LaToya and all the others including Rebie who I love the best. I was way too involved at this point. Emotional is something I am...very. Dee-jaying can be very serious sometimes.
I love this video.
RIP Michael. Long live Quincy Jones.
