Ed, Farrah, Michael, and Billy: You will be missed.
I have been contemplating why the death of Michael Jackson has hit me so hard. I was not moved to tears, but I was shocked. I have been watching the video tributes. (I’ve seen “Thriller” at least a dozen times in the last few days.) I’ve listened to Michael hits (and some of the more obscure tunes, like “Ben” that I had forgotten) on Rhapsody, and I have almost forgotten what Michael was like for the last decade and a half. Losing pieces of his surgically enhanced face, holding babies over balconies, allegations of child molestation that nearly killed his career, and his looming debt. The king of pop’s death reminds me that you can leave a legacy behind, even when success becomes your ultimate failure.
I will remember Michael Jackson as the innovator of the moon-walk, the pop king that bridged the racial divide, the man who lit up the sidewalk in the video of my favorite MJ song, “Billy Jean”. I will remember someone who spent his whole life in the music business, and despite his personal failures still topped the charts and gave us music that people ages 8-80 still know and love. RIP, king of pop.
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