I was going through my email today when I received a comment moderation alert from the weddening site. Of course it was just more spam though quite timely spam: would I be writing about Michael Jackon.
And the answer? At first it was no, I won’t be because I planned on talking about something else. But as I write this, I know I am falling into the web as everyone else. I think there are enough people memorializing Jackson’s death as is and at the risk of alienating some people and pissing off others, I’m admitting that I don’t much care.
I’ve heard some people say they will always remember what they were doing or where they were when they heard the news. Me? I was in my car, on the way to a doctor’s appointment and my first thought after the initial shock [because anyone who passes at 50 passed away too soon]?
“Well, we all have an appointed time…and if didn’t make things right, I wouldn’t want to be in the room when that judgment goes down.”
Incredibly callous, yes?
He is a musical genius and did provide the soundtrack for my childhood. I remember sitting behind the couch listening to the Thriller video because the zombies and the werewolf he turned into scared the crap out of me but I still loved the song. I remember watching Captain Eo in 3D at Disneyland. I remember watching the premiere of “Remember the Time” with my mom. I even owned Moonwalker [I think we might still have that tape somewhere in the house. Maybe] and I fell a lot trying to imitate that sick lean he did in Smooth Criminal. I remember the discussions with my aunts as they reminisced about “vintage” Michael before he grew pale and changed his nose. I appreciate the musical and dance inspirations he’s brought to the industry. And no one will ever top his music videos. They weren’t just videos, but mini movies.
We do have him to thank for the introduction of Michael DeLorenzo after all.
That said, the legend did not pass away yesterday. The legend will live on in his music and videos and in the memories we all possess. Yesterday the man passed away. If I were to mourn anything, it would be the man who left a family and friends behind. A man who had a stunted childhood and grew into a slightly bewildered man-boy with questionable decision-making skills. In the end, his curious personal life outshone his brilliant professional life which makes it hard to feel much of anything.
As much of a fan of his music, I can’t get passed his very public personal issues. It’s a little unfair, yes, but it is a part of him. It’s been a long while since I was able to listen to one of his songs without feeling that pang of sadness of a busted and very tarnished image. Yes I still bop around and sing along to his songs but it’s with a different and very real perspective. After separating the man from the legend this is who we have left…and is that worth celebrating? Maybe. Maybe not.
But however I feel, my condolences go out to the loved ones he left behind.