It's after 2am, and I have just finished crying long enough to blog. I've been crying for over six hours and have a headache. The world feels smaller, closed in, huddled together like we're all mourning. A media blackout has occurred and the media is completely and wholly focused on morning and remembering Michael Jackson. All the on-line magazines and websites are completely covered with stories of M.J. Every single article on E-On line is about him. Michael Jackson, Prince and Madonna were my childhood. I feel a great lost. I am so grateful to be a 80's child. To have witnessed his genius, his unmatchable talent, his mystery, his fresh-never-seen before visions that he brought to every song, and every video. He was our last musical legend. There will never be another Michael, just like there has never been another Frank Sinatra, Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, Billie Holiday, Miles Davis, or Nina Simone. Some things come once on earth and it can never be duplicated or formed in the same way ever again. Every pop artist since Thriller has lived in his immense shadow, no other artist will ever be able to surpass it. There is not a week that goes by that I have not listened to his music since I was a child. So many memories of my childhood is attached to his music. Thriller was the first video I remember seeing, in my uncle Aubrey's wood panelled room in my Grandmother's basement with my sister and two cousins. Changing the lyrics of his song to bum hole at my first sleepover, in high school when I a boy who liked me said whenever he listened to Liberian Girl he thought of me. I listened to Human nature almost everyday. Billy Jean helped form my idea of the power of a woman.
M.J. crossed all lines or race and place. He was and is universal. I have no other words. I think some celebs like Beyonce and John Mayer has captured how I feel. I will post tributes to him in the morning.
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