On the third anniversary of Michael Jackson's death, I'd like to pay tribute to the Motown legend who inspires me every morning to step into scene-stealing shoes, throw on over-the-top outerwear and pile on the rhythm-making bracelets and earrings.
In 1969 the King of Pop was a pipsqueak when I heard the lead singer of The Jackson Five belt out "I Want You Back." Even now the songs "ABC" and "I'll Be There" take me back to my teenage days in San Francisco.
After we were done with songwriting sessions -- they'd usually go until about 2 AM or so -- Michael would wander into the bathroom and come out with a sack where he kept several thousands of dollars. He'd ask me how much I wanted.