The first day of 7th grade was in the fall of 1984. Science class was in 4th period, and my two lab partners were Simon and Tracy. At that age, it still seemed appropriate to talk about music, and so when it came time for me to say who my favorites were, I said, “Michael Jackson.” It seemed like a safe choice at the time. My best friend, who was mormon, was a big fan. But my lab partners said, “oh, you like Michael Jackson? He kinda sucks, if you haven’t noticed.”
I was shocked. At this point in my life, I had an innocent love of all the great music from the early 80s: Cyndi Lauper, Hall and Oates, Men at Work, the Police, and so on. It never occured to me that you might not like these groups. Simon was into heavy metal, so obviously he couldn”t like Michael Jackson, and I don’t know what Tracy was into, but I guess Michael Jackson was out by this point. Maybe she was into Tears for Fears or something like that. But basically, the lesson was this: Michael Jackson was out. It was the first time I was forced to realize that tastes change, and stuff that was cool last year won’t necessarily be cool this year.
It’s weird because, at this point, it seems fairly obvious that this was the point when Michael Jackson did, in fact, lose it. When “Bad” came out a couple of years later, it became evident that “Thriller” had been his last good album. Simon and Tracy were right.