When someone sent me an email about Michael Jacksonâs passing this afternoon, I thought it was a stupid joke. âMJ couldnât die,â â I thought. And so strong was my conviction that the illustrious Michael Jackson was beyond something as commonplace as death that I didnât believe it even when I saw it plastered on the front page of Yahoo!
Now that it is finally starting to sink in, I feel strange and empty, like I have suffered a great personal loss. Sure, the Sony/BMG people can talk about his âcontribution to the cultureâ and âartistry and magnetismâ, but somehow those words bear no correlation to what Mr. Jackson meant to me. And he meant a great deal.
A lot of artists list MJ as one of their main influences â and there is no denying that his work has had a huge impact on what we know as the todayâs popular music. But to me he was always more then ...
