I remember the time, a happier time, when Michael Jackson’s music surrounded us all. I remember the time before the accusations and the lawsuits, the plastic surgery and the skin color changes; there was the music. There will always be the music.
And there will be the choreography…that amazing moonwalk, those lyrics and high notes; there will be that voice and that passion that sucked us all in to the phenomenon that is Michael Jackson.
There will also be the sadness…the sorrow that seemed to haunt Michael, and the one that hangs over us now that he is gone. Like Vincent Van Gogh or Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, his pain usurped his brilliance. It is very sad indeed, that the man who gave us all so much happiness with his music was unable to find happiness himself.
The Michael I will remember will be the sparkling, barrier-breaking, and charming superstar who didn’t care if you were “Black or White,” he just wanted to “Rock with You,” and make you look at “The Man in the Mirror.” There will never be another Michael Jackson.