Unless you're a member of a forgotten hunter-gatherer tribe from Australasia, you know that the King of Pop and the Hair Queen have died. Michael Jackson passed away on thursday from an apparent heart failure, he was 50 years old. Farah Fawcett also passed away after a battle with cancer. She was 62.
Truth be told, I'm not a real Farah fan because I never watched Charlie's Angels as a kid. I will say this though; she was a beautiful woman who made a generation of young boys (and their dads) drool and shift uncomfortably in their seats. I'll keep with Jackson from here.
The early 80's were dominated by several music acts, most notably: Duran Duran, Madonna and Michael Jackson. The man known later as the king of pop was already a veteran artist when the album Thriller was released. BOOM, off it went and it never came back down. I remember watching the Thriller video and thinking Michael wasn't that bad of an entertainer. He helped forge the Music Video era and put fancy dance moves on the map. God, how many wannabees invaded my high school dances with their own interpretation of the "Moonwalk"? How many times have I heard Billie Jean or Beat it or Vincent Price's laugh track at the end of Thriller? As much as it was a musical style, a new form of entertainment (the video clip) was fined tuned and marketed towards a new generation of hungry, avid viewers. My generation may be the "X'ers" but they should have called us the FNV'ers. Ed. I couldn't watch MTV...we didn't have cable at home.
How many hairdos, sequined/zippered jackets, white gloves, fedoras et al. have been sold or passed off as 'Oh, you gotta have this 'cause Michael wears it' schemes, we'll never know. Jackson was ubiquitous and bigger then ever. Then things started getting weird. The character that became the King of Pop was a creation; an invention that was taken too far and it became very detrimental to the man. Bubbles the chimp, John Merrick's remains, Neverland, the hyperbaric chamber, extensive facial surgeries and other eccentric behaviors begat Wacko Jacko. This moniker made Jackson's name rime with neuroses of all sorts. He became an oddball, the loony at the center of many strange displays and it betrayed his painful life.
Jackson was a man who never truly lived. His father managed his life but never loved the boy, only the money his son racked in. He was performing in clubs at an age when kids are supposed to be in bed by 8 o’clock! This went on for years…how can you ever be sane after that kind of abuse and pressure to perform? He experienced more things in his life than most of us will ever know or imagine. He was a Star; loved/hated by millions, rich, successful, influential but emotionally detached and mentally unstable. Many people crack under this kind of pressure and decide to end their lives. They booze and drug themselves into a stupor and just waited for the inevitable. I’m actually surprised Michael never took that route.
I’m hoping that the cockroaches won't feast on his remains but it’s probably wishful thinking on my part. He was, is and will be a cash cow and the vulture are already circling and fending each other off. The books, the made-for-tv movies, countless remixes of his music and all the court cases because everybody will be suing the Jackson Estate now. Everything is set up in such a way that he will outlive us all and bring fortune to someone who probably doesn't deserve it.
I'm actually waiting for the conspiracy theory retards out there to start blogging that Jackson was really an alien from Alioth. He was silenced by Elvis and the CIA because his music made Brussels Sprouts edible, making suppertime peaceful for millions of parents and that, Gerber couldn't afford!
I was not a fan of Michael Jackson but his influence was felt worldwide and that, I can't deny. Here's hoping he can rest in peace now.
Truth be told, I'm not a real Farah fan because I never watched Charlie's Angels as a kid. I will say this though; she was a beautiful woman who made a generation of young boys (and their dads) drool and shift uncomfortably in their seats. I'll keep with Jackson from here.
The early 80's were dominated by several music acts, most notably: Duran Duran, Madonna and Michael Jackson. The man known later as the king of pop was already a veteran artist when the album Thriller was released. BOOM, off it went and it never came back down. I remember watching the Thriller video and thinking Michael wasn't that bad of an entertainer. He helped forge the Music Video era and put fancy dance moves on the map. God, how many wannabees invaded my high school dances with their own interpretation of the "Moonwalk"? How many times have I heard Billie Jean or Beat it or Vincent Price's laugh track at the end of Thriller? As much as it was a musical style, a new form of entertainment (the video clip) was fined tuned and marketed towards a new generation of hungry, avid viewers. My generation may be the "X'ers" but they should have called us the FNV'ers. Ed. I couldn't watch MTV...we didn't have cable at home.
How many hairdos, sequined/zippered jackets, white gloves, fedoras et al. have been sold or passed off as 'Oh, you gotta have this 'cause Michael wears it' schemes, we'll never know. Jackson was ubiquitous and bigger then ever. Then things started getting weird. The character that became the King of Pop was a creation; an invention that was taken too far and it became very detrimental to the man. Bubbles the chimp, John Merrick's remains, Neverland, the hyperbaric chamber, extensive facial surgeries and other eccentric behaviors begat Wacko Jacko. This moniker made Jackson's name rime with neuroses of all sorts. He became an oddball, the loony at the center of many strange displays and it betrayed his painful life.
Jackson was a man who never truly lived. His father managed his life but never loved the boy, only the money his son racked in. He was performing in clubs at an age when kids are supposed to be in bed by 8 o’clock! This went on for years…how can you ever be sane after that kind of abuse and pressure to perform? He experienced more things in his life than most of us will ever know or imagine. He was a Star; loved/hated by millions, rich, successful, influential but emotionally detached and mentally unstable. Many people crack under this kind of pressure and decide to end their lives. They booze and drug themselves into a stupor and just waited for the inevitable. I’m actually surprised Michael never took that route.
I’m hoping that the cockroaches won't feast on his remains but it’s probably wishful thinking on my part. He was, is and will be a cash cow and the vulture are already circling and fending each other off. The books, the made-for-tv movies, countless remixes of his music and all the court cases because everybody will be suing the Jackson Estate now. Everything is set up in such a way that he will outlive us all and bring fortune to someone who probably doesn't deserve it.
I'm actually waiting for the conspiracy theory retards out there to start blogging that Jackson was really an alien from Alioth. He was silenced by Elvis and the CIA because his music made Brussels Sprouts edible, making suppertime peaceful for millions of parents and that, Gerber couldn't afford!
I was not a fan of Michael Jackson but his influence was felt worldwide and that, I can't deny. Here's hoping he can rest in peace now.
1 comments:
I was never a fan, but I remember getting together at someone's house (who had cable and MTV) to see the Thriller video. It's hard to feel sorry for someone who has so much though.
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