It's bad enough when the icons that you grew up with start to fade away. It's a testament to how your aging as well. Time marching on and all that rot.
When the news of Michael Jackson reached my ears, I was in shock! I thought all that time in his hyperbolic chamber would keep him alive forever.
Not that I didn't think he had crossed a line and would probably never come back to the other side of humanity, but even for him, it was a tragic way out.
You just knew that there were forces at work to drive him to this point. From day one, his father saw him as a meal ticket. A quote from his mother on a retrospective showed had her saying that when MJ wanted to strike out on his own, she said, "Michael....it's not that you don't need your brothers. You will do fine on your own. It's that your brother need YOU!"
And there lies the problem. How does one man hold the weight of his entire family on his shoulders, never allowed to feel like he can break free, and still come through on the other side unscathed?
He doesn't.
Rumors aside, I wished that he could have had some success before this type of thing happened. It would have been nice if he could have had another string of gold hits. Something to try and take the stink of the last few years from the mix.
MJ changed the world of pop music, the era of the music video, influenced every artist that is and that has yet to come, and created a dance sensation that will live forever. And while I never owned one record, you still had to feel the thrill when the music started and he glided across the stage; smoke and lights and excitement.
RIP KOP
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