Thursday 23 July 2009
Butterfly
Today I saw a butterfly for the first time in literally years. And by coincidence I was listening to Michael Jackson's 'Butterflies' from his 2nd to last album, 'Invincible'.
Thursday 9 July 2009
My journey with MJJ
Today is the second time this year I have sat in front of the TV for more than an hour straight to watch a landmark event – the first was the ushering in of the first Black President of the United States of America, and the second was the farewell of the ‘King of Pop’. I will tell you how I felt when Barack Hussein Obama made his entry in the history books later. Right now I want to share with you my rollercoaster ride with Michael Joseph Jackson as he made several entries in these same history books. Let me talk to you about a man who inspired my first hairstyle (the jheri curl), a man whose concert was the first I ever went to, and a man whose album was the first I ever owned.
I first ‘met’ MJJ perhaps in 1980 when I was 7. My family and I lived in Jamaica then. Behind our house was a cottage, I guess that’s what you would call it, where Auntie Paulette and Auntie Sonia lived. They weren’t my aunties but in our culture, you always called any adult who was vaguely friends with your parents Auntie or Uncle. Auntie Paulette and Auntie Sonia were two single ladies. I think they both used to work in a bank as bank tellers. Auntie Sonia was definitely the more fabulous of the two – you never saw her without make-up and her hair was never out of place. Auntie Paulette had these big glasses, a la Big Bird from Sesame Street, but with a tint on the lenses – get the picture? Though the least glam, she was definitely the nicer one. Auntie Sonia had a baby boy at some point, then Auntie Paulette had twins one of whom was called Gabrielle – they were the original single mums now that I think about it, but back then I don’t remember that being too big a deal, maybe because they didn’t live off taxpayer’s money - some, and I hasten to add, not I, would say. Anyway I digress.
So Auntie Sonia used to blast the ‘Off The Wall’ album, especially the track ‘Rock With You’. This was that first encounter with MJJ. I remember being fascinated by the album cover where he looked just so cool leaning on a brick wall in that black suit with the ‘don’t touch’ trousers and white socks – today, an unforgiveably serious fashion faux pas. Over the years, he would continue to wear anything and get away with it. I didn’t understand the lyrics to ‘Rock With You’, but there was a plaintive ring in his voice that he really just wanted to rock (my interpretation: dance) with me, so I would sway to that song every time Auntie Sonia played it. What was even more mesmerising to me was Auntie Sonia’s reaction every time she played his album. She would ‘go somewhere else’ and what a sight that was for a 7 year old, especially when she was listening to the tracks whilst doing housework on a Saturday with curlers in hair and a sack of a house dress – still looking fabulous of course. I guess she was feeling how I felt when I heard the tunes too, but in a grown up way. I have to say that my parents used to play music all the time when my sister and I were younger; so music was something we really appreciated an still love; now when I hear the soundtrack to my younger years with songs from Bill Withers, The Commodores, Joan Baez (!), etc, they bring back some happy childhood memories. But when I hear ‘Rock With You’, I realise, that is when I first felt music.
In 1982, the album ‘Thriller’ was released. ‘Pretty Young Thing’ was the track for me on that album and today it remains probably my favourite MJJ single. ‘Beat It’ and ‘Thriller’ were all about the imagery - the videos. I have to say I really never saw the full videos for these until I was in my late 20s! That’s because in the Bahamas, where we were living from 1983 when Thriller was really big, you couldn’t access MTV via terrestrial TV – you had to have a satellite dish. And a satellite dish was not one of my parents’ priorities - school fees and us doing well at school was though. I guess the cost of a satellite was maybe a large chunk of a term’s fees and for my teacher parents, really this situation was a no brainer. I kind of saw snippets of these videos from news reports and other places I don’t recall. So I never really got into the videos at that time; for me it was all about the lyrics and how the music made me feel. And ‘PYT’ made me just want to dance till I dropped. I, like all my school friends – those with satellite TV and those without - knew the lyrics to Billie Jean back to front, inside out and upside down.
As the 80s progressed, MJJ was just huge, I mean ginormous. We were distracted by Prince and Madonna, only temporarily though, because everywhere you turned Michael was there. Winning Grammys and countless other awards, on the cover of countless magazines such as Time, Ebony, Jet, People, The Enquirer (US trash tabloid that is 10 times trashier than the UK Daily Star, but still a weekly staple in every half decent household including ours; yes a contradiction you may say in our household where it was all about learning, but it was all about getting a balanced education I guess), spearheading the 1985 single ‘We Are the World’ with Lionel Ritchie and Quincy Jones, and on and on.
In 1987, Bad was released. By that time he was getting weird but like every other 14 year old, I don’t think I cared much about that. This was the first album I owned courtesy of my parents as a birthday present. They got it at my request, but on opening it, I remember feeling so overwhelmed with excitement, any one watching would have been forgiven for thinking that receiving this gift was a total and utter surprise.
Oh what a joyous and momentous occasion. For 2 reasons – first of all, I had come as ‘face to face’ with my musical idol as I had ever been, and second, I had a right to use the record player in the ‘front room’. You see in the Caribbean, every household has 2 living rooms – one called a ‘family room’ where you could watch TV and generally slouch about, and the other the ‘front room’ which was basically a show room where everything was always pristine and in place, and where kids were banished unless there were visitors, and even then you were not always guaranteed entry. For the next year, that album never really left my side. I admired and adored MJJ, more as a really amazing and ‘awesome’, as the Americans would say, big brother, as he was 14 years older than me. Even when it was becoming clear that all was not well in his life to say the least – the relationships with middle aged women – Miss Ross, Elizabeth Taylor, Jane Fonda – and primates (Bubbles), his rapidly changing appearance, the further fashion mishaps (military gear all day, every day) sleeping in an oxygen tent, etc, MJJ could do no wrong as far as I was concerned.
When 1991 and ‘Dangerous’ came, the sparkle was fading. The first allegations of child abuse had surfaced I think. Although like all true fans I breathed a sigh of relief when it was all over, I will admit that I lost a bit of love for MJJ. Part of it may have been as a result of the influence of the British media (I had been living in the UK since 1988) whose claws against anyone vaguely successful were being sharpened way back then. Although they rather parodied MJJ introducing the term Wacko Jacko, I guess the fact that they were not as unfalteringly flattering as other national media, made you face up to the fact that MJJ had some real drama in his life. In fact, even though I went to see him in concert at Wembley in the early 90s, I didn’t really appreciate the significance of the occasion. Anyway, it was quite difficult to appreciate the wizardry of his showmanship as I had a rubbish seat; the guy who took me on a date had been asking me out for ages and I am embarrassed to say that I had always said no until he mentioned ‘Michael Jackson’ and ‘tickets’. He was a broke student (like I was) so I guess could only afford bleacher tickets. Needless to say, that was the first and last date, but I thank him for the ‘almost’ experience of MJJ live.
The closest I have since got to seeing MJJ live is seeing Usher in concert. Many who follow and appreciate R ‘n’ B will say Usher is the closest we have come to MJJ in terms of displaying a creative combination of vocals and dance with showmanship, but despite the valiant attempt, he doesn’t even get anywhere near the dust that MJJ raises when he does a moonwalk – forgive me for being dramatic but that’s the truth.
Despite MJJs troubles, twists and turns, when ‘Invincible’ was released in 2001, I was bursting with anticipation. All of his previous album releases were major events, and this was no different, especially as it had been a while since our last encounter. I, like millions of others, so wanted him to make a ‘come back’. And with the release of ‘You Rock My World’ I thought he would be back – that was a rocking track which did what a true MJJ song makes you want to do – get on the dance floor and dance. By this time I was 28, and now as a grown-up, who by virtue of my profession as a medical doctor had met people from all walks of life and therefore of all manner of dysfunction, had forgiven him of his many transgressions. So I was ready to embrace Michael fully once again. I started to listen to some of his earlier recordings in earnest and watched the iconic ‘Billie Jean’ and ‘Thriller’ videos in their entirety. A couple of years ago, my other half and I were staying in on a Saturday night watching TV and just relaxing after a long week at work. I think it was a cold winter’s night and we were not interested in wrapping up to go anywhere. Anyway, there was a 2 hour special of MJJs videos that we came across as we flicked through the channels. We watched the whole show, reminiscing about our youth and what we were doing when a particular track was released. At the end of each video, he or I would chant: ‘nobody can touch Michael Jackson’.
During this time when I was rekindling my relationship with MJJ, I realised that, MJJ taught Bobby Brown about ‘tenderoni’, MJJ taught P Diddy about the mini-feature length-movie-video with a bit of gangster action, MJJ taught R Kelly about the big anthem with a choir coming in halfway through for some real heart wrenching emotion and impact, MJJ taught every single artist after him about the socially conscious lyrics (OK maybe this should go to Marvin Gaye), MJJ fused R ‘n’ B, and rock before Jay Z and Lil Wayne did, MJJ did collaborations before Akon, and MJJ taught Usher, Justin and Neyo how to move. MJJ was clearly influenced by many before him, most famously James Brown, but it became clear to me as I reconnected with him, that he influenced every single artist who came after him. And most importantly, with all due respect to the work of Angelina, Madge, Wyclef, Alicia, U2, Bob Geldof et al as celebrity philanthropists, MJJ set the bar on humanitarian efforts and action – he is in the Guinness Book of World Records for this and I don’t think anyone will take his place for a while.
It really felt like he was on the way back up. But alas it was not to be because the decline from that last album was rapid, steep and ugly. After the last court case, where he was clearly under the influence, and then becoming a recluse I truly felt sad and secretly hoped that one day he would re-emerge from that bad place he had gone to. I do not exonerate him from taking responsibility for the path he went down, but this man had some baggage to contend with. Despite being, or rather, in spite of the fact that he was the first African American/Black Man to achieve cross over success in the music industry and especially on MTV, he probably had to endure serious racism. And we know how the scars of racism can live on – if you saw Reverend Wright’s sermons during Barack Obama’s campaign you will know… Why else were activists like Reverend Al Sharpton, Reverend Jesse Jackson and the family of the late Martin Luther King, and latterly, the Nation of Islam close family friends. They provided some sort of support being outspoken critics of prejudice. His alleged abuse at the hands of his father may just be the tip of the iceberg. I say this for two reasons: first, several who paid their respects on stage at the memorial today acknowledged his mother and siblings but not his father; second, he left his father out of his will and both these actions speak volumes. He had to have lost a childhood, because to perfect his craft he had to have sacrificed plenty. I myself do not believe he molested those boys; I think to deal with the loss of normal childhood experiences, and the intense scrutiny and sometimes unfair judgement at the way he conducted his life, he preferred the fun and innocence of children or even probably regressed to childhood; in his world, he could not appreciate that in the world the rest of us lived in, this sort of behaviour was not going to be always seen as ‘appropriate’. And we know that what is logical in a child’s world is not always appropriate in an adult’s world.
It is difficult to appreciate a life punctuated with not only psychological but also physical pain. He fell off a stage in the early 80s breaking his nose. This episode meant he had to have surgery to repair the damage – I wonder if this first encounter with the surgeon’s knife was his undoing. Years later he injured his back after another fall leading to chronic back pain; having listened to and watched those who have to endure this type of pain, I know it is no joke at all. Then there is the awful neuropathic pain he had to deal with after having his hair burnt off his scalp doing that Pepsi commercial. You can see how with all this physical trauma, plus, you are accused of hurting those you love the most, have some financial discrepancies involving way too many zeros, and let’s face it every one has an ego, a seemingly tarnished star status, you might need lots of pills to make you forget. There is only so much even MJJ could take. Most of us would think of and may even hit the bottle or inhale hard drugs, or engage in dubious social behaviour, but when you have money and influence, you can take it to another level (if rumours of anaesthesia abuse are true), and there are plenty of people who will be happy to be paid to help you get to that other level.
Today as I ‘took part’ in the celebratory farewell to MJJ with my other half on the sofa and our quarter each (18 month old Baby Boy) bouncing up and down between us, and though, I am a fairly balanced MJJ fan, I got the knot in my throat and I have to say tears did flow. For many reasons. MJJs music was the back drop to my childhood and the vessel through which that music was transported is not here anymore. I know his music will live on – tomorrow I should have 6 CDs I ordered from Amazon to prove this – but his departure means I, like many others, am also saying goodbye to happy memories of my youth. I am sad because I don’t know if my little one will ever experience the thrill of another ‘Thriller’. I have to say, he is appreciating his music now, or so I would like to think; when an MJJ tune comes on, I just dance like mad. As he loves dancing he just joins in. Even when in the car seat, and the music is blaring, he shakes the bits of his that are not strapped in! I am sad because his brilliance came with such a high price tag. That high price tag is not death, because that is the only certainty about life that we should not fear, but rather the torment he experienced. I am sad because when Janet Jackson said last week, ‘though to you MJJ is an icon, to us he is family’ and when his daughter Paris said today ‘ever since I was born, daddy has been the best father you could imagine’, you see that this icon was first and foremost a brother, son, cousin and father, you know the pain of loss because you have felt it or dread the day you will feel it.
Michael Joseph Jackson, it has truly been a pleasure to be entertained by you for the last 29 of my 36 years. The might of your talent and the magnitude of your skill surpassed your darkest moments. You inspired many, brought joy to more, and will be remembered by all.
I first ‘met’ MJJ perhaps in 1980 when I was 7. My family and I lived in Jamaica then. Behind our house was a cottage, I guess that’s what you would call it, where Auntie Paulette and Auntie Sonia lived. They weren’t my aunties but in our culture, you always called any adult who was vaguely friends with your parents Auntie or Uncle. Auntie Paulette and Auntie Sonia were two single ladies. I think they both used to work in a bank as bank tellers. Auntie Sonia was definitely the more fabulous of the two – you never saw her without make-up and her hair was never out of place. Auntie Paulette had these big glasses, a la Big Bird from Sesame Street, but with a tint on the lenses – get the picture? Though the least glam, she was definitely the nicer one. Auntie Sonia had a baby boy at some point, then Auntie Paulette had twins one of whom was called Gabrielle – they were the original single mums now that I think about it, but back then I don’t remember that being too big a deal, maybe because they didn’t live off taxpayer’s money - some, and I hasten to add, not I, would say. Anyway I digress.
So Auntie Sonia used to blast the ‘Off The Wall’ album, especially the track ‘Rock With You’. This was that first encounter with MJJ. I remember being fascinated by the album cover where he looked just so cool leaning on a brick wall in that black suit with the ‘don’t touch’ trousers and white socks – today, an unforgiveably serious fashion faux pas. Over the years, he would continue to wear anything and get away with it. I didn’t understand the lyrics to ‘Rock With You’, but there was a plaintive ring in his voice that he really just wanted to rock (my interpretation: dance) with me, so I would sway to that song every time Auntie Sonia played it. What was even more mesmerising to me was Auntie Sonia’s reaction every time she played his album. She would ‘go somewhere else’ and what a sight that was for a 7 year old, especially when she was listening to the tracks whilst doing housework on a Saturday with curlers in hair and a sack of a house dress – still looking fabulous of course. I guess she was feeling how I felt when I heard the tunes too, but in a grown up way. I have to say that my parents used to play music all the time when my sister and I were younger; so music was something we really appreciated an still love; now when I hear the soundtrack to my younger years with songs from Bill Withers, The Commodores, Joan Baez (!), etc, they bring back some happy childhood memories. But when I hear ‘Rock With You’, I realise, that is when I first felt music.
In 1982, the album ‘Thriller’ was released. ‘Pretty Young Thing’ was the track for me on that album and today it remains probably my favourite MJJ single. ‘Beat It’ and ‘Thriller’ were all about the imagery - the videos. I have to say I really never saw the full videos for these until I was in my late 20s! That’s because in the Bahamas, where we were living from 1983 when Thriller was really big, you couldn’t access MTV via terrestrial TV – you had to have a satellite dish. And a satellite dish was not one of my parents’ priorities - school fees and us doing well at school was though. I guess the cost of a satellite was maybe a large chunk of a term’s fees and for my teacher parents, really this situation was a no brainer. I kind of saw snippets of these videos from news reports and other places I don’t recall. So I never really got into the videos at that time; for me it was all about the lyrics and how the music made me feel. And ‘PYT’ made me just want to dance till I dropped. I, like all my school friends – those with satellite TV and those without - knew the lyrics to Billie Jean back to front, inside out and upside down.
As the 80s progressed, MJJ was just huge, I mean ginormous. We were distracted by Prince and Madonna, only temporarily though, because everywhere you turned Michael was there. Winning Grammys and countless other awards, on the cover of countless magazines such as Time, Ebony, Jet, People, The Enquirer (US trash tabloid that is 10 times trashier than the UK Daily Star, but still a weekly staple in every half decent household including ours; yes a contradiction you may say in our household where it was all about learning, but it was all about getting a balanced education I guess), spearheading the 1985 single ‘We Are the World’ with Lionel Ritchie and Quincy Jones, and on and on.
In 1987, Bad was released. By that time he was getting weird but like every other 14 year old, I don’t think I cared much about that. This was the first album I owned courtesy of my parents as a birthday present. They got it at my request, but on opening it, I remember feeling so overwhelmed with excitement, any one watching would have been forgiven for thinking that receiving this gift was a total and utter surprise.
Oh what a joyous and momentous occasion. For 2 reasons – first of all, I had come as ‘face to face’ with my musical idol as I had ever been, and second, I had a right to use the record player in the ‘front room’. You see in the Caribbean, every household has 2 living rooms – one called a ‘family room’ where you could watch TV and generally slouch about, and the other the ‘front room’ which was basically a show room where everything was always pristine and in place, and where kids were banished unless there were visitors, and even then you were not always guaranteed entry. For the next year, that album never really left my side. I admired and adored MJJ, more as a really amazing and ‘awesome’, as the Americans would say, big brother, as he was 14 years older than me. Even when it was becoming clear that all was not well in his life to say the least – the relationships with middle aged women – Miss Ross, Elizabeth Taylor, Jane Fonda – and primates (Bubbles), his rapidly changing appearance, the further fashion mishaps (military gear all day, every day) sleeping in an oxygen tent, etc, MJJ could do no wrong as far as I was concerned.
When 1991 and ‘Dangerous’ came, the sparkle was fading. The first allegations of child abuse had surfaced I think. Although like all true fans I breathed a sigh of relief when it was all over, I will admit that I lost a bit of love for MJJ. Part of it may have been as a result of the influence of the British media (I had been living in the UK since 1988) whose claws against anyone vaguely successful were being sharpened way back then. Although they rather parodied MJJ introducing the term Wacko Jacko, I guess the fact that they were not as unfalteringly flattering as other national media, made you face up to the fact that MJJ had some real drama in his life. In fact, even though I went to see him in concert at Wembley in the early 90s, I didn’t really appreciate the significance of the occasion. Anyway, it was quite difficult to appreciate the wizardry of his showmanship as I had a rubbish seat; the guy who took me on a date had been asking me out for ages and I am embarrassed to say that I had always said no until he mentioned ‘Michael Jackson’ and ‘tickets’. He was a broke student (like I was) so I guess could only afford bleacher tickets. Needless to say, that was the first and last date, but I thank him for the ‘almost’ experience of MJJ live.
The closest I have since got to seeing MJJ live is seeing Usher in concert. Many who follow and appreciate R ‘n’ B will say Usher is the closest we have come to MJJ in terms of displaying a creative combination of vocals and dance with showmanship, but despite the valiant attempt, he doesn’t even get anywhere near the dust that MJJ raises when he does a moonwalk – forgive me for being dramatic but that’s the truth.
Despite MJJs troubles, twists and turns, when ‘Invincible’ was released in 2001, I was bursting with anticipation. All of his previous album releases were major events, and this was no different, especially as it had been a while since our last encounter. I, like millions of others, so wanted him to make a ‘come back’. And with the release of ‘You Rock My World’ I thought he would be back – that was a rocking track which did what a true MJJ song makes you want to do – get on the dance floor and dance. By this time I was 28, and now as a grown-up, who by virtue of my profession as a medical doctor had met people from all walks of life and therefore of all manner of dysfunction, had forgiven him of his many transgressions. So I was ready to embrace Michael fully once again. I started to listen to some of his earlier recordings in earnest and watched the iconic ‘Billie Jean’ and ‘Thriller’ videos in their entirety. A couple of years ago, my other half and I were staying in on a Saturday night watching TV and just relaxing after a long week at work. I think it was a cold winter’s night and we were not interested in wrapping up to go anywhere. Anyway, there was a 2 hour special of MJJs videos that we came across as we flicked through the channels. We watched the whole show, reminiscing about our youth and what we were doing when a particular track was released. At the end of each video, he or I would chant: ‘nobody can touch Michael Jackson’.
During this time when I was rekindling my relationship with MJJ, I realised that, MJJ taught Bobby Brown about ‘tenderoni’, MJJ taught P Diddy about the mini-feature length-movie-video with a bit of gangster action, MJJ taught R Kelly about the big anthem with a choir coming in halfway through for some real heart wrenching emotion and impact, MJJ taught every single artist after him about the socially conscious lyrics (OK maybe this should go to Marvin Gaye), MJJ fused R ‘n’ B, and rock before Jay Z and Lil Wayne did, MJJ did collaborations before Akon, and MJJ taught Usher, Justin and Neyo how to move. MJJ was clearly influenced by many before him, most famously James Brown, but it became clear to me as I reconnected with him, that he influenced every single artist who came after him. And most importantly, with all due respect to the work of Angelina, Madge, Wyclef, Alicia, U2, Bob Geldof et al as celebrity philanthropists, MJJ set the bar on humanitarian efforts and action – he is in the Guinness Book of World Records for this and I don’t think anyone will take his place for a while.
It really felt like he was on the way back up. But alas it was not to be because the decline from that last album was rapid, steep and ugly. After the last court case, where he was clearly under the influence, and then becoming a recluse I truly felt sad and secretly hoped that one day he would re-emerge from that bad place he had gone to. I do not exonerate him from taking responsibility for the path he went down, but this man had some baggage to contend with. Despite being, or rather, in spite of the fact that he was the first African American/Black Man to achieve cross over success in the music industry and especially on MTV, he probably had to endure serious racism. And we know how the scars of racism can live on – if you saw Reverend Wright’s sermons during Barack Obama’s campaign you will know… Why else were activists like Reverend Al Sharpton, Reverend Jesse Jackson and the family of the late Martin Luther King, and latterly, the Nation of Islam close family friends. They provided some sort of support being outspoken critics of prejudice. His alleged abuse at the hands of his father may just be the tip of the iceberg. I say this for two reasons: first, several who paid their respects on stage at the memorial today acknowledged his mother and siblings but not his father; second, he left his father out of his will and both these actions speak volumes. He had to have lost a childhood, because to perfect his craft he had to have sacrificed plenty. I myself do not believe he molested those boys; I think to deal with the loss of normal childhood experiences, and the intense scrutiny and sometimes unfair judgement at the way he conducted his life, he preferred the fun and innocence of children or even probably regressed to childhood; in his world, he could not appreciate that in the world the rest of us lived in, this sort of behaviour was not going to be always seen as ‘appropriate’. And we know that what is logical in a child’s world is not always appropriate in an adult’s world.
It is difficult to appreciate a life punctuated with not only psychological but also physical pain. He fell off a stage in the early 80s breaking his nose. This episode meant he had to have surgery to repair the damage – I wonder if this first encounter with the surgeon’s knife was his undoing. Years later he injured his back after another fall leading to chronic back pain; having listened to and watched those who have to endure this type of pain, I know it is no joke at all. Then there is the awful neuropathic pain he had to deal with after having his hair burnt off his scalp doing that Pepsi commercial. You can see how with all this physical trauma, plus, you are accused of hurting those you love the most, have some financial discrepancies involving way too many zeros, and let’s face it every one has an ego, a seemingly tarnished star status, you might need lots of pills to make you forget. There is only so much even MJJ could take. Most of us would think of and may even hit the bottle or inhale hard drugs, or engage in dubious social behaviour, but when you have money and influence, you can take it to another level (if rumours of anaesthesia abuse are true), and there are plenty of people who will be happy to be paid to help you get to that other level.
Today as I ‘took part’ in the celebratory farewell to MJJ with my other half on the sofa and our quarter each (18 month old Baby Boy) bouncing up and down between us, and though, I am a fairly balanced MJJ fan, I got the knot in my throat and I have to say tears did flow. For many reasons. MJJs music was the back drop to my childhood and the vessel through which that music was transported is not here anymore. I know his music will live on – tomorrow I should have 6 CDs I ordered from Amazon to prove this – but his departure means I, like many others, am also saying goodbye to happy memories of my youth. I am sad because I don’t know if my little one will ever experience the thrill of another ‘Thriller’. I have to say, he is appreciating his music now, or so I would like to think; when an MJJ tune comes on, I just dance like mad. As he loves dancing he just joins in. Even when in the car seat, and the music is blaring, he shakes the bits of his that are not strapped in! I am sad because his brilliance came with such a high price tag. That high price tag is not death, because that is the only certainty about life that we should not fear, but rather the torment he experienced. I am sad because when Janet Jackson said last week, ‘though to you MJJ is an icon, to us he is family’ and when his daughter Paris said today ‘ever since I was born, daddy has been the best father you could imagine’, you see that this icon was first and foremost a brother, son, cousin and father, you know the pain of loss because you have felt it or dread the day you will feel it.
Michael Joseph Jackson, it has truly been a pleasure to be entertained by you for the last 29 of my 36 years. The might of your talent and the magnitude of your skill surpassed your darkest moments. You inspired many, brought joy to more, and will be remembered by all.
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