Ima Same Ima Sound of Moccasin (or) I Was Saved by the Sound of Michael's Song

The younger Crum children have only heard stories about the acrobatic skill that used to take place on the living room floor when the "Thriller" record was put on the turntable (that's an old-timey listening device, predating CDs and tapes (small casettes with ribbons of tape that could record sound and play on stereos)). The carpet became a dance floor, break-dance floor, as Peter would back-spin and twist to Beat It and Matt would break it down to Billie Jean. As I recall crotch grabs were not in vogue with the Crum kids (nor allowed). Ben and Mom would duet on PYT and Pop would chime in for the Vincent Price dialogue on Thriller, great memories to reflect on this past weekend as the world said farewell to the King of Pop. As a pre-teen I remember Jamming with Peter to the Dangerous album, and looking forward to network TV premiers of MJ videos... Remember the Time and Black or White to name a few. As Michael began to change, not just in appearance but also his personality, I lost interest in his newer music. Several years back I witnessed Jim Hogue do a dang-good impersonation of Michael's dance moves and remebered that when I ran into him in Wal-Mart on Friday, we chatted briefly, talked about the loss, and I asked him if his wife (Annie) was O.K.
Over the weekend I added a few MJ songs to my iTunes library (for you old folks that's a computer program that stores MP3s (digital music files) for play on my iPod (a hand-held device that can hold thousands of songs))... the Bad album and a few of his newer hits.
The Man in the Mirror may no longer 'Be There but he can still Rock My World. The Way he Makes Me Feel encourages me to Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'. The Bad news is it isn't all Black or White. The Thriller, the Smooth Criminal is Gone To Soon, but I can still Remember the Time. Who is it?.... Shamone!!!