Reflecting On Michael Jackson
The world lost a legend today. And I mean “legend” in the absolute truest possible sense. Michael Jackson transcended pop stardom; he was, in and of himself, a phenomenon. The man could ignite the entertainment world with his slightest action. It’s unfortunate, with that in mind, that so much of the final fifteen years of his life was spent in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons. Controversy and mayhem seemed to follow him closely right up until his final days. For all the pedophilia jokes and “Wacko Jacko” cracks, people seemed to forget just how incredible M.J. was as a performer.
Elvis Presley is remembered as the thin, leather-clad, hip-swiveling rocker that he debuted as in the 50s rather than the fat, drug-addled wreck that he was when he died. Let’s do the same for Michael. He was more than the media let him become these past years. He was a tremendous vocal talent, and an overall remarkable presence onstage. Let his parenting and plastic surgery go the way of Elvis’ sequined suits and obesity. Remember Michael as Michael Jackson, the fresh-faced kid in the Jackson 5 with ridiculous pipes. Remember Michael as Michael Jackson, the sweet, soft-spoken teen superstar that danced his way down a light up sidewalk. Just remember him for what he really was: