Human Nature

[badatapologies]

Forget the tragic tabloid death, the skeezy 90s/00s behavior, the circus sideshow that was his life from "Thriller" on. I'll always remember Michael Jackson as he was in the late 60s/70s--a joyful, exuberant kid with just boundless musical gifts. I think anyone who grew up in the 60s or 70s knows what I'm talking about. The Jackson 5 were everywhere. Late night talk shows, variety shows, Saturday morning cartoons. The records were fantastic. Listen to the Miracles' feeble original version of "Who's Lovin' You" and then play the Jackson 5 version, and listen to 10-year old Michael school Smokey on how it's done. I didn't share the national fascination with "Thriller"--I thought "Off The Wall" was vastly superior--but I think you see the last of the "real" Michael in the playfulness of some of Thriller's videos, and a few of the tracks are still pretty great. After that, unlimited fame and wealth did what it does. I think anybody who truly wants to be famous has not been paying attention. In the coming days, in the onslaught of tweets, commentary, lionization, deification, ridiculous Al Sharpton news conferences, terrible tribute albums, etc, I'm just going to remember that joyous, soulful kid who rocked the Apollo. And hope he found some kind of peace in the next world, because there's too damned little of it here.

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[mcbrennan.livejournal.com]

Thanks for those links. I have a poor, grumpy, deluded friend, and this friend has always loathed Michael Jackson. And while he was at least somewhat compassionate about MJ's death, he said "Well, it's a good thing it happened before his comeback tour--now he's just a washed-up has-been who'll be quickly forgotten." (Please note I said "somewhat" compassionate.) My friend failed to understand that MJ was alive for almost 51 years and was internationally famous for 40 of them--that he's been making hit records literally since the day I was born. By comparison, John Lennon had been famous for about 18 years when he died. Elvis, maybe 22 years. Princess Diana got what, 16? Not only was Michael famous to several generations of Americans, I was surprised in all this to discover just how powerful an icon he'd become to people all over the world. I think many saw something universal in him and his later work, where a lot of us old coots only saw the strange changes. For my part, I really bonded with the Michael I saw with his brothers on the Flip Wilson show, on Saturday morning TV, or listening on the AM radio, and that part of me that saw him as a fellow "lost" kid really mourns his passing. But in death he really hit the tabloid jackpot. Globally famous, mysterious bordering on insane, on the verge of a comeback, died under mysterious circumstances, clown-car full of dubious celebrity pals, deranged hangers-on and family, a whodunit list longer than my arm, a vast array of corporate rights-holders looking to fan the flames and sell more stuff...sigh. The cynic in me also notes that Michael Jackson now apparently has billions of vocal supporters and friends, where five years ago (maybe even five days ago) he had close to none. Celebrity death, that great cleanser of sins (alleged or otherwise). I'll be grateful when the tabloid aspects of this thing die down (in what, five years?) but in this fragmented age I have to wonder how many more of these almost universal communal experiences we'll have.