The difference between Gen X and Gen Y, a bad joke used to go, is that the former actually remembers a black and great Michael Jackson. I remember cousins and uncles shaking their body watching BTV’s Solid Gold.
Anyone of a certain age would have a story to tell about watching this for the first time.
Mine was at an aunt’s place in Narayanganj, one of the first things I ever watched on a VCR. The second time was at a friend’s place in Mymensingh. This was big even in mofussil Bangladesh — globalisation was already in full swing!
And anyone that age would know someone who danced like that, wore hair that way, had a red jacket like that, or knew the lyrics to Billie Jean or Bad or Black or white by heart.
I grew out of it very quickly, but I’m still very nostalgic about the 1980s this weekend. I can’t dance, but I do want to say, don’t stop till you get enough.
(cross-posted at A-A-A)