I didn’t intend to blog about the death of Michael Jackson, I really didn’t. After all, a zillion other people are probably blogging about him today — why should I add to the cacophony?
But then there was this dude on the TV, saying that Michael Jackson was the greatest musical genius of the 20th century. Bigger than Elvis, bigger than the Beatles, bigger even than Frank Sinatra. Several dudes actually, but they all said similar things.
I can’t think of a single song of Michael Jackson’s. I may have heard some on the radio, but if I have, I’ve never associated them with him. Perhaps that’s because I couldn’t bear to watch him on TV, so I never saw him singing them. His plastic face gave me the willies, and I switched the TV channels, just as I do with female tennis players, because I can’t stand their asinine braying.
But thinking about it, he wasn’t even the greatest musical genius of his decade, the 1980s, when his popularity was at his height. That was also the decade of Queen, and their musical genius was really something worth talking about. I can remember their songs, and can name many of them, and we’ve got most of their records which we must put on DVD soon before you can’t get turntables to play them 0n.
I’m sorry for Michael Jackson, and think he must have had a sad life. No one who does that to his face can be said to have had a happy life.
If one wants to remember Michael Jackson, and his musical and cultural significance, then I think Bishop Alan has captured the essence of it on his blog. Read it, it’s really worth reading: Bishop Alan’s Blog: Michael Jackson Dead:
Driven by a desperate need to be loved, combined with an inability to grow up, Garland’s Law still applies, in good ways and bad: “Be a first rate version of yourself, not a second rate version of someone else” Jackson’s ability and inability to do that, musically and personally, were the rub. It’ll make a hell of a movie, someday.