just to refresh your memory in case you forgot…
bad by michael jackson (abbr.) Your butt is mine Gonna tell you right Just show your face In broad daylight I'm telling you On how I feel Gonna hurt your mind Don't shoot to kill Come on, BRIDGE Well they say the sky's the limit And to me that's really true But my friend you have seen nothin' Just wait 'till I get through CHORUS Because I'm bad, I'm bad - come on (Bad bad - really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad - you know it (Bad bad - really, really bad)
and then the video just to be sure you got it.
badASS, muthafucka. we were 11 and totally coming into our own. skinny jacqui had a hellish crush on jacko. which was a big deal seeing as we were in pre-1994 SA and he was Not A White Man. though she was always a little preemptive.
While she was filling flip files with his pictures i was just listening to Bad over and over again. i was filling folders with pics of johnny depp. 21 jump street was on and i was positively blown away by his coolness. the force of it was practically unbearable.
by far my most rocking songs on that album were, the way you make(a) me feel, man in the mirror (shit it was deep. i think i really started understanding life then, you know…[check tutu rock out in the audience]) and then, of course, i just can’t stop loving you.
damn. they’re still cool.
of course, he was a very talented musician with a very fucked up life and, i’m convinced, a deep desire to be a woman. the jokes that have gone out have been awful. but nevertheless, here is the funniest one (and i only post this as a result of my deep dislike for david caruso).
sorry MJ – it’s more to rip off the caruso kid than you.
anyway, you weird little man. RIP and all that. hope you come out normal in your next life.