Michael Jackson

I've deliberately waited to post anything about the death of Michael Jackson. For the past week, I've been processing all the news stories, all the rumors, all opinions and all the B.S. that surrounded this man in life, and now in death. Honestly, I'm not really sure what I feel about the King of Pop's passing. I know he has an unbreakable link to my childhood, in that the first record I remember owning (besides The Oak Ridge Boys of course) was Thriller, and I had the glove, and a Michael Jackson jacket. I remember being scared pissless the first time I saw the Thriller video. I remember when he did the moonwalk on the Motown 25th Anniversary celebration, I remember the Pepsi Commercial, I remember when the Black or White video first premiered. Then I remember the first allegations of improper behaviour, the kiss with Lisa Marie, the bizarre stunts, the trial, and now I remember exactly where I was when I heard he died.

Michael Jackson was a genius; a phenomenal talent in every sense of the word, a consummate performer. I have no way of knowing what went on in Michael Jackson's private life. It's obvious that the man was troubled, but most ultra-talented people are. So, as I stated in the beginning, I'm not really sure what I feel. I think blogger Emily Sutherland best summed up exactly what I think I feel about Michael Jackson by saying:

For the man who dared to be over-the-top remarkable on-stage, I applaud. But for the human being behind those dark glasses who spent his off-stage time trying to find that guy everyone loved so much, I grieve

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