Never anticipated how poignant it would feel to dance like a wild woman to Michael Jackson’s music, but that’s exactly how it felt last night at Boogie Nights in Atlantic City. Dancing to music from the 70s and 80s tends to bring out the dancer in me anyway, but with the sudden death of Jackson it was electric.
After telling the “crew” I was with that I’d go crazy if the D.J. played Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough or Billie Jean, imagine the insanity when he played them consecutively after a moment of silence. Brilliant.
May he be at peace.
