Hello Everyone,

It is virtually impossible to live in the Los Angeles area without being inundated and, to some degree, affected by the death of Michael Jackson. 

I will not comment on his legacy or attempt to add a prophetic track to the melody that was his life for only history is qualified to do so.

What I will do is share perhaps my fondest memory of his showmanship, for in this one way, Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 to June 25, 2009) for just a little while, made me believe in magic, one last time. 

To what am I referring?

I am, of course, referring to the first time I saw him Moon Walk!

While there are so many things in that era of my life that have long since been forgotten, what I will always remember is the amazingly wonderful, forever unforgettable,  crystal gleaming chill that seemed to envelop the very essence of my soul as I watched him effortlessly, graciously, and oh-so-smoothly turn that two-dimensional stage into a five-dimensional glass glacier as he slid, weightlessly, across my wide-eyed field of vision and into the farthest regions of my hopes, dreams, and imagination. 

Yes, for just a split-second, a once-in-a-lifetime moment, the universe consisted of only the moon, Michael, and me.

As I stated, he made me believe in magic, one last time.

If nothing else, that priceless, timeless gift demands comment.

Click Here to learn how to perform Michael’s legendary Moon Walk.

Brother Michael, “Rest in Peace.”

Most Sincerely,

Mark Marcus
Monday, June 29, 2009