Age seven, out in the playground at school, composing dances to Michael Jackson songs.
Age eight, staying at my dad’s for the weekend and having him borrow the video of the making of Thriller and watching it over and over again.
Age fifteen, choosing to study Michael Jackson as an icon of music for my Year 10 Music assignment.
Age fifteen, Janelle and I riding our horses through the streets of The Gap and singing Michael Jackson songs and planning to go to his Dangerous concert tour (which was later cancelled due to his addiction to pain killers).
Staying up to watch the world premier of the Black or White filmclip with Molly Meldrum commentating.
Age nineteen, boogying to Michael Jackson on the night club dance floors.
Age twenty-something, actually seeing Michael Jackson live in concert at the ANZ stadium in Brisbane and being so, so sad and depressed when it was over, because it was just so incredible.
A strange man? Possibly. A musical genius? Undoubtedly.