Thursday, June 25, 2009
RIP Michael Jackson 1958-2009
Sad news today, Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, died at the age of 50. Reports are that he had a massive MI or SCD and was found unresponsive at his home in Los Angeles at around 1230 PST.
Think whatever you will of him, but there will never be any one as relevant or famous as him in the realm of pop music ever again. I mean, you could argue maybe Madonna or Paul McCartney, but he has no where near the level of celebrity or fascination as Mr. Jackson did. He created and defined the word celebrity. It was his life that created the intense fascination that the world has with famous people and the whole paparazzi culture was invented because of him.
His music was loved by everyone. I'd be willing to bet that there is no one out there who can't appreciate at least one of his songs, whether you're young, old, whatever race, religion, ethnicity. His music affected and touched everyone. Billie Jean, Beat It, PYT, Don't Stop Til You Get Enough, Man in the Mirror, Bad, Black or White, Smooth Criminal, Thriller? The list goes on and on.
The events that transpired recently made him look like some sort of eccentric freak, with the plastic surgeries and the legal woes and what not, but it is completely understandable. He's been in the music industry, the grind, since he was like 3 years old. It started with the Jackson 5, then his massive 750 million record selling solo career, until now when he was about to embark on a 50 show tour in London. The man invented the Moonwalk. The one sparkly glove. That red jacket.
Strangely enough, my very first memory of life is of Michael Jackson. I can't remember anything before this moment which is very odd. I was sitting, 3 years old, in front of our old brown Zenith television watching the Thriller music video. My first memory of life is me being scared shitless by zombie Michael Jackson.
No one will ever be a bigger artist, and he was surely be missed.