I don't often practice ashtanga anymore, but last Friday I needed to move. I needed something familiar and not to heady. I decided to take a led class just up the street from me where the teacher was good.About 2/3 of the way through the zillion jump-backs and chaturangas, a car stereo outside the street-level studio started pumping out Michael Jackson. And we had him--crackly, staticky and super loud--for the rest of the class.I've been hearing yoga teachers around the city talk about playing MJ in their asana classes. If you've ever had a yen to play Thriller in yoga, this is your week.We could all probably do with a dose of Don't Stop til You Get Enough (a possible theme to any great yoga class) or The Way You Make Me Feel as we absorb the loss and celebrate MJ's genius.R.I.P.Swaha!