title>When you're in bed, I'm underneath
Just a friendly reminder that Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” was released in 1982 AND TO THIS DAY is still the best selling album of all time.Okay, carry on then.
omg i about DIED laughing, this is awesome
0:34 Shout out to the Grammys for informing the one person on Earth who didn’t know who was onstage:
That one person appreciates you, Grammys.
Okay, so this subject has been bothering me ever since it started occurring. It is extremely stupid and unnecessary. This whole thing about “fake MJ fans” and “after death fans” is ridiculous.
It’s extremely aggravating how people who call themselves Michael Jackson fans would start this against others. First of all, let’s get something straight. Not everyone had the opportunity to live during the time period in which Michael Jackson was all you heard on the radio. Not everyone got to experience the 80s or 90s, because guess what, if you haven’t noticed, many people weren’t born until the late 90s!
And the whole thing about not being there for Michael during his troubling times, that’s just nonsense. Many people weren’t old enough to even understand that type of stuff! And if anything, everyone should be thankful that not everyone was exposed to that stuff, because after all, they weren’t being exposed to the lies.
It’s truly sickening and sad how people have started this whole thing about “after death” fans, because there’s no such thing. A fan is a fan at the end of the day. A fan is someone who supports an artist through the good and bad times, regardless of what happened. Regardless of whether they became a fan after his death or before, the important thing is that they support Michael.
Plus, what would you prefer? For the number of fans to increase or for Michael’s legacy to slowly die down because many of you are selfish and too damn judgmental to appreciate these people who have grown to love and appreciate Michael Jackson?
Exactly, so if you would all please just simply give this whole subject a rest and shut the fuck damn up.