satchat

Pop King Michael Jackson has died aged 50 on the 25th of July 2009 at 2.26pm. With widespread media coverage and reasons for his death being linked to a painkiller overdose the man will live on forever. While the leaked rumours continue to escalate it is clear to everyone that the music spoke for itself and was trully inspirational. His private life was something very different all together with accusations of child molestation and the string of cosmetic surgeries which changed his appearance to an unrecognisable degree that it made spoof stories that an imposter existed very appealing to many people.

Already having my tickets for the comeback tour in the 02 arena London I expected this to be the last time anyone got to see him live. It is such a shame he could not show us one more time at age 50 that he could still make the cut. Even though I respected him as an artist the several accusations of child molestation was unforgivable for someone as well respected as MJ to find himself in. The Interview with him in the UK suggested severe mental problems which stemmed from his childhood. While many regard this man as a true hero I am afraid that anyone accussed to the degree MJ was of child molestation is no hero, idol or figure in my book but he will always remain a damn good entertainer.

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cockroach

I felt sad when I first heard the news. I was one of those who grew up on his music, I was in my teens then. (ok ok, late teens, hehehe) and I remember being in awe with his music and idolized him somewhat.

cholesterol

True true. I was more of the Madonna fan, but I like Jackson's music as well. Thriller still gives me the creeps long after I got married, even now. And he has the most danceable tunes ever.

amber

His ballads and mellow songs are not to be outdone.

KrisyaKeno

this is from
Cake In 15 Blog Archive Michael Jackson 1958-2009

The King is dead. This is what all the memorials and tributes say, and Michael Jackson, the human being known as “The King of Pop” has ceased to be as a physical living entity. It is a sad day for his family and loved ones, including a mass of people who never met the man and only ever experienced his music; generations raised with the moonwalk, the single white glove and fedora, that swooping “whoo!”

He was worthy of that title when it was bestowed. Off the Wall and Thriller were a coup, a total take-over of pop expectations orchestrated by Jackson and Quincy Jones. They exploded everything that popular music could be and remain as a challenge to anyone who wants to make a pop record worth anything. These are the records that people will always look back to as a crowning glory, and the following music continued to be innovative and challenging, fighting off the hordes of Jackson wannabes to retain the throne. Bad, Dangerous, each had moments of captivation. I remember my 2nd grade teacher making a tape of Bad for me and leaving it on the patio of my apartment so that I could have “Smooth Criminal” and “Man in the Mirror”. That the music could be shared by 7 year-olds and 30 year-olds alike is a powerful testament.

But these are the years where the ugliness really began to come out, where the power of the music became overshadowed by Jackson’s personal life, his socially abnormal behavior. We expect our aristocracy to be eccentric but as a culture we took particular relish in tearing Jackson down. The title of “King” became a perverse joke, trapping a man in the impossible expectations of universal accessibility and adulation. Caesar became too big, too weird and we, the media, the snide aside and callous laughing all, we all played Brutus. With one hand we embraced the music and with the other we knifed the man.

It is the stuff of classical tragedy, the fall of the chosen one in such agonizingly public slow motion. As a salivating culture we may feel betrayed of a comeback story, but we are complicit in creating the situation that Jackson would have to come back from. Michael Jackson died years ago, when the “King of Pop” was rendered a figurehead in the “Wacko Jacko” sideshow. None of it has been particularly funny, in any kind of meaningful wit or way, it has been a prolonged debacle, a black hole implosion we were all sucked in to. The tragedy is not that he is now dead, but that he lived so long in the social condition he did.

So the King is dead. In the modern age, with PR oligarchies forcing constructed bands down our throats (all of whom owe a debt to Jackson) and the squalling democracy of the internet, Michael was a man adrift. When Mark Antony eulogizes Caesar in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, he points equally at Caesar’s murderers, saying,

“The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar.”

Let Jackson rest in peace, let his family mourn, let us all dance to “Thriller”, let us remember with caution the ugliness of celebrity and our part in it and let us have no more need for kings.

eMo

I agree with you guys, Michael was the best musician and performer EVER to grace the earth! He truly is an icon.

rosaasor

Have you guys read Lisa Marie's blog about Michael?

NuRsInGaIde

The one where she said that it was not a scam (referring to her marriage with Jackson) and that they truly loved each other?

Topher

Yes, that one where Lisa Marie says that he also predicted that he would die the way Elvis did.

PedroChatter

I loved that post. It showed the human side of Jackson that we have no idea of, and that we haven't seen. Too bad personal things like Lisa Marie's posts only came when he's no longer around. All we've heard about his personal life is the controversies... I don't even want to dwell into it now!