The passing of Michael Jackson has just been compared to the deaths of Lennon and Elvis. A moment in time one will not forget, it seems. So where were you when you heard the news?
As is the case when I’m hanging out in the City, sometimes I get bored, need to clear my head and go for a drive. I remembered I was expecting an e-mail so I parked close to a place I knew had Wi-Fi. I checked the e-mail, then decided to check my Facebook, and that’s when I saw some confusing posts. He’s Dead, No He’s Not, He’s Sick. So, I took off, turned on CNN on Sirius and there was Wolf Blitzer talking about a coma and cardiac arrest. By this time, I got close to another HotSpot, turned on my phone, and checked again on MSNBC and the LA Times had confirmed that the King of Pop was gone.
I got a little sad. I thought about his mother Katherine and how parents should never bury their kids. I was at a stoplight listening to CNN and I felt a little teary. I look over to the car next to me, and there’s a black woman in the car in tears. That did it.
I’ve always thought of Michael as a musical genius. I recall an interview regarding one of his “comebacks” with a new album. Perhaps it was BAD, maybe it was Dangerous. But he basically described his process of making music, turning himself into a sort of human beat box. Then he turned on the recording machine and exhibited the finished product. The only word I could think of was GENIUS.
Michael was never able to out-do Thriller, and who said he had to? He just needed to make more music, and do it well. And he did.
Memories: The one that I keep thinking about was me and my friend/neighbor Steve Garza hanging out in our car garage lsitening to Thriller. For some reason, PYT was our favorite song.
And this, from Cartoonista Lalo Alcaraz: