A few weeks before Michael Jackson died, I have a strong suspicion that people would’ve offered more cruel words than they’re willing to now that he’s passed. Initially, I was bothered by this, thinking that most of them were just hopping on the MJ bandwagon. A few months ago, after one of my friends told me he was going to start working with Michael, I wrote to ask him, “You don’t think he’s weird?” The next time we talked, he told me that the media painted an image of Michael that was different than who he really was and that he looked beyond that; my friend didn’t judge him and believed that he wasn’t trying to recreate the pain he’s experienced.
After several days of being inundated with Michael Jackson news, music, videos and movies, I began to truly realize why his passing was such a big deal to people. Troubled or not, he was unarguably one of the biggest icons the world has ever known; at some point in many people’s lives since 1964, he provided the soundtrack. I started reminiscing on my own MJ mania and remembered just how much his music meant to me and how much he meant–and means–to generations of people.
Pretty much everyone is troubled with something, regardless of how privately they struggle. (more…)