Although I believe that some ninety something percent of all the blogs in blogspot will contain an entry related to this, I couldn’t not write about it. I’d been introduced to English music through Michael as a child. My 8th birthday present from my dad was 2 cassettes, a Boney M Gold, and Bad. My playlist of favorite songs is anything but steady, yet he’s among the few artists, if not the only one, who has constantly stayed put there. I was also introduced to western dance by his music videos, and my (untrained) skill in break-dancing is undoubtedly credited to him.
His death does not sadden me, as I see it sadden others, probably because the fact that he’s alive (when he was) never made a difference to me; his songs and videos was him, to me. I believe his death will strengthen and reawake the passion in most of our hearts that we looked to him with. His fame and glory had been tainted with several insignificant and malicious scandals aimed at him, which too, one hopes, will be erased from our memories.
News channels proclaim that there has never been, and their will never be, an artist comparable to the sheer genius of Michael Jackson. Unlike most other times, I believe it understates instead of exaggerating his talent.
To the one who embodied Youth, Passion and peaceful Rebellion – your legacy to music will forever inspire and command reverence. I’d drawn a picture of him as a child, years ago, which may even be present someplace earlier in this blog, but as a tribute to the King of Pop, I post it again.
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