Okay, so Michael Jackson was, at one time, a very talented artist. There’s no denying that. He was a very talented artist for many years.
But then, for whatever reason, too much money, too many fans, too much pressure….too much of everything, I’d venture to guess, he cracked. Something snapped. He bleached his skin (I never fell for the medical explanation), he ruined his good looks with too much plastic surgery (there’s that “too much” phrase again). He used his money to change who he was and it backfired. His life became something of a freak show. He moved to the planet Pop and declared himself king. From his child molestation charges, his children (who can forget him dangling the baby over the balcony?), just his entire life became one big “ewww, how creepy”.
Then he died. Did he die young? I don’t know, it certainly seems to me that he lived more in his life, freaky or not, than I ever will, even if I lived to be five hundred years old. Celebs are coming out of the woodwork about what a great guy he was, how he’ll be so very, very missed. I saw interviews with people on the street “where were you when you heard the news?” type of questions. My reaction to this was “WTF?” The radio stations have his music back in rotation now. And I wonder a couple of things.
Before his death, when was the last time you heard any of his music on the radio?
And if you’ve got albums or CDs of his, before his death, when was the last time you listened to them?
I’ve got a couple of his CDs and I have no idea how long it’s been.
I won’t miss him. For me, his candle blew out a long time ago. He lived a life of excess and now it’s done. There is no more. His music will live on, his videos will live on, but they’ve been around for a while now. There has been nothing new for years.
I only hope his children can now live a “normal” life. I hope they don’t become the center of a new media driven freak show.
Goodbye, Michael. I pray you finally find the peace in death that you spent a good part of your life searching for.
