Dead is dead!

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Are we really, really going to glorify this idiot?

I refrain from talking about people who just died. Blogs particularly seem to be a venue where we often comment on the passing of the rich and famous. Is it a question of morbid curiosity or just a matter of paying homage to our icons?

I wonder sometimes.

The same phenomena that makes people slow down when they see an accident on the side of the road could well motivate much of this rather public outpouring of grief.

Michael Jackson is dead and I think, ‘So what.’

The Michael Jackson I knew and liked died a long time ago and in his place there stood a twisted, warped individual who had a unnatural predilection to spend time with young children in a manner that had many people raising their eyebrows.

I’ve never been a big fan of Jackson’s once I was out of my early teens, to me my memories of his music are based around pop standards which broke when I was on the cusp of being a teenager. My first 45 record was a pressing of the Jackson 5’s I Want You Back (my second was an O’Jays single).

To me songs like the aforementioned I Want You Back , ABC, The Love You Save are what...

I was never a big Michael Jackson fan. He admittedly did some amazing work but he was well and truly on e totally fucked up individual. After he died there was this tremendous outpouring from his fans which seemed to forget that if he wasn’t so very fucked up he likely would still be alive today.

There are people in music I REALLY MISS. The more I learn about John Lennon, the more I miss him, the more I think about how tragic it was there never was a true Beatles reunion because some nut job took it upon himself to commit violence on a stranger.

There are people in art I miss, I still can’t get over Jack Kirby, John Buscema, Gene Colan and a host of others who gave me so much as a kid...

Michael Jackson... not so much.

If you have enough money, you can cover anything. Michael Jackson grew up in a very messed up house (which is putting it mildly). I know I read somewhere that at one point a very, very young Michael was performing in strip clubs with his brothers before they got so very famous.

Maybe that’s why he turned out the way he did but as much as I can feel sorry for someone I can’t ignore some truly vile acts and I am amazed others would so willingly turn a blind eye to them.