There are all these reports coming through that Michael Jackson has died… could it be true? Well, yes. People die of cardiac arrest all the time; it’s one of if not the number one killer in Australia. But Michael Jackson? Dead? Really?
I have so many fond memories of Michael Jackson’s music accompanying me as I was growing up. His were some of the very first albums I ever owned, and I loved them. In fact, I loved him. Yes, it’s true. Michael was mine. I was even prepared to overlook the red leather and the natty white socks. He could sing, he could dance, he could make my young toes tap like no one before or since has ever been able to do. There’s something special about someone who just makes you want to dance.
Oh, I know what came next, all the weirdness and whiteness, and I don’t really recognise that guy as the hero of my youth. This latter day Michael Jackson has just always struck me as so sad and lonely, not my magical music man at all. And certainly not the beautiful bopping boy whose voice lights up every Jackson Five track I know and still really love. I guess it’s a little like when Dorothy peeps behind the curtain and finds that Oz is just this wizened, eccentric loner – maybe that was the truth about Michael Jackson all along. But I’ve always chosen not to believe that. I’ve always kept a spot on the dance floor reserved especially for him, should he ever return.
I’m so sad to think this report may be true, and the Prince of Pop may be dead. How awful and how premature. I always hoped he’d get his groove back, because his was a true and pure kind of talent you just don’t see every day. Michael Jackson.
POSTSCRIPT: No, not a publicity stunt or a false report or a false alarm. Wow. Michael Jackson is dead. Michael. Jackson. Michael Jackson. And the first of the emails have started to arrive. Here’s one Llew got from a colleague: ‘Michael Jackson has died of a suspected heart attack. Some doctors blame it on his diet and lifestyle, but I just blame it on the boogie.’