When I received a text mere hours ago, I thought it a cheap chain letter, the likes of which YouTube would've envied. However, with Cefax and even my news RSS feeds confirming the story, it seems the world just got a bit emptier.
Sure, make jokes about molestation and changing skin colour, but remember that unanimous verdict of "not guilty" accompanying the court case, remember the presumptions of skin cancer in the red-top tabloids, and most of all, remember the man's musical success.
What's overcome me the most, however, is the fact that I'm so bothered about this. Perhaps it's because I finally dispatched the general consensus of the man being guilty, when in fact proved innocent by numerous parties. Perhaps it's because I just disagree with anything the tabloids spin (ranging from his guilty until proven innocent persona generated by the media to his sympathy for the last world tour and the hypothetical skin cancer). Perhaps it's because his music amounts to far more than anything that challenged the man could ever become.
Even in death Michael Jackson's music will live on and remind us of the happy, young, enigmatic persona that developed over the course of his biggest hits and bigger music videos.
For another blog is my hypothesis of the surge of recent media coverage of this artist, but this one is strictly for a celebration of this icon, who I'm sure that if people overlook the miss-information they've received, they will appreciate as do.
Rest in peace, Michael Jackson.
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