I'm only a few days older than Michael Jackson, it surely does seem the older we get the younger people die. Stardom and all its twists lead to his short life, from a maniacal profectionist father, to behaviour no matter how innocent or guilty was always questionable, he followed the foot steps of so many others which lead to a life of prescription drugs used to just get through one day to the next.
We've all seen him grow from a cute and short talented black boy, to a disfigured and demented looking tall white woman in the mugshot that shocked the world. How does this happen and how lonely a person he must have been having never found happiness.
I always thought he was one of the most amazing performers ever, having dazzled fans of all ages for decades. His ability to mock the media in his man in the middle video, spoofing all the Enquirer like stories about him was a brilliant yet seemingly biographical look into his own life. He just wanted to live in a happy world where giraffes could fly and dolphins could roller-blade, when you are a billionaire at one or more points in your life, surely those weren't too much to want out of life.
In the world of infamous celebrities who people thought got away with murder, both literally and figuratively, I always thought the most surrealistic was Robert Blake "Gee honey, I left my gun at the restraunt, sit here in this dark alley with your window down, I'll be back shortly!" you just can't make some of this stuff up.
And to think it took his role in stealing memerabilia to finally put that smurky murderer OJ Simpson away, hopefully for life. I would (to this day) pay $29.95 a month to watch a live cam of him rotting away in jail.
Jackson had a way to make any parent shiver when talking about children, and anyone in their right mind should have to sign a disclaimer before letting their kids have a sleep over with Michael - instead they used it as an opertunity to get rich, one scam settled over $20 million and the others that followed seemed to be selling their kid's innocense for a payday too.
I found Macally Culkin (sic) to be a creepy kid from the start, the description of him and Michael given by a butler who delivered french fries to the game room where the two played at pinball machine was chilling, but so plausable that it over-rode the butler's part in a class action lawsuit against Jackson by most of his staff members - all of which the defense lawyers discredited quickly as gravy train robbing liars - no matter what truth they may have told, once discredited most juries have to err on the side of the defenant.
So he is gone, someday the truth of all his stories may come out, we may know how simple minded, harmless, yet savantly talented he was or how deranged a human Michael Jackson really was. Either way, I will never know a more beautiful song than the Jackson Five singing "I saw Mamma kissin' Santa Claus" and so many other song that followed that few people will ever equal his status as a great performer.