I have been lax in saying much about Mr Jackson. I have only highlighted a few performers here (generally my music preference or some local group or friends who play/sing/whatever and the occasional redneck crazy shit). At my root, I am a white redneck man who liked pop music as a very young lad, but grew out of it in my last year or two in high school. So, the past 30 years or more, I have not been a fan of his.
However, one way I worked my way through high school and college was as a DJ and I was doing this when Thriller came out. Believe me, hearing it a thousand times is enough to make it grow very old, very fast. Having it requested four hundred times in a night (and playing it because they would get pissed if I refused) is not my idea of enjoying music. So, not only was it not my favorite kind of music, I had to hear it over and over and over and over… until I was sick of it. I welcomed Kool Herc, Melle Mel and Run DMC over the sickening pop and worse, Disco (if I was forced out of my love, R&R). BTW, I hate today’s country music with a passion.
But, then again, remember my roots. I love Rock and Roll, especially southern Rock and Roll. Sue me.
Zep, Floyd, Aerosmith, Allman Brothers, Lynyrd Skynyrd, 38 Special, etc were what I ended up listening to and relating to the most.
Back to Michael: as a kid (he was just a few years older than I), I liked the Jackson 5 very much. I remember their cool clothes and their ability to sing and dance together. And Michael was a phenom, that cannot be doubted. But look what it did to him: what his life caused him to do to himself and how damned weird he got. Maybe it is to be expected when you are worshipped as if you are Jesus Christ Mohammed (Michael changed his religion from Christianity/Scientology to Islam), as I understand it.
He had a lifelong pursuit of changes to his body that caused me to first question his sanity. The nose thing, not so bad (until it went too far), then cheeks, chins, bleaching his skin then lying about it. He started become much more effeminate, making me wonder if he was transgender (or considering it).
All I am saying is that a little multi-talented kid seemed to be changing himself on purpose and I never understood why. It is one of things that turned me off from him and his music, even though I still consider him immensely talented and gracious. In so many words, he became a freak and I wonder if it was him trying to please the audience and fans, moreso than trying to be himself (at least, so it seems to me). And don’t get me started on having kids in bed with him (pedophile or not, that shit is wrong).
I have a good friend (RawDawgBuffalo) who wrote from a perspective that I do not have and another new friend at The Heroes of America that takes a totally different perspective, which is really the purpose of this post. I want to examine the extremes of this man and how it influenced people into taking such radically different views of Michael.
From RawDawg:
Michael Jackson was not just the average entertainer, he was the case for exception for he was an indescribable talent that was encompassed in the form of the great singer and showman and dancer – without a doubt he was the best. For people such as me, it is impractical to accept his death and describe the loss of such a creative genius for I was born under his influence. It was first through the blue labeled Motown record 45′s that I would play on my component set as a kid, and later through television, where I remember the first time I saw him and his brothers outside the covers of Ebony and Jet Magazines on the Ed Sullivan Show in 1969. I can still lucidly see that purple Brim he wore while moving fluidly to the music while he and his brothers sang “One More Chance”.
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His adventures were well documented for it seemed as if main stream media had a problem with not being able to predict or explain his actions or behavior. But such has been the tradition of a mainly Eurocentric press when dealing with successful and well know black men. Jackson knew this and felt it every day regardless of such attention being justified or not. From his personal friendships with Elizabeth Taylor and Diana Ross to his first failed marriage with Lisa Marie Pressely, to his admiration for a Chimpanzee named Bubbles that he dressed like himself, he only attracted questionable press from the main stream media.
Once while attending the Grammies, he took two dates: Brook Shields and the child star Emmanuel Lewis. Some speculate that this was what brought the extreme scrutiny to Jackson and his fondness of young male children. Anything Jackson said or did was ground for a feeding frenzy for the press. He was taunted for his self comparison to Peter Pan, the multiple corrective and cosmetic surgeries he had performed on his face with respect to his nose and skin and his attempt to purchase the bones of the famous Elephant Man in 1987. It is strange that these tend to be what is spoken about mostly, and how people forget the fire that burned him doing the filming of a commercial for Pepsi, or how his first surgery was conducted to repair a broken nose after he fail from the stage in 1979.
The persecution was so extreme that Jackson left the Jehovah’s Witness and reportedly joined the Nation of Islam under the leadership of Minister Farrakhan. Maybe it was all the attention. The civil suits and criminal allegations of child molestation that led to what may have increased the stress on his heart. I will not go into his supposed dependency and addiction to prescription pain killers for the main stream media has ridden that wave to the shore and beyond.
I think it is apparent (you should read the entire thing, btw) that Torrance loved and respected this man. I can understand how this would be true for him.
Personally, I have never been able to “love” a performer… to be able to connect with them on such a level. Maybe I am just a hard ass, I dunno. But I do understand, somewhat, RawDawg’s feelings and how they developed.
So, when I read another viewpoint, I am torn, because I did not love Michael in the same nostalgic way and see more of a tormented soul than anything else.
From The Heroes of America:
A couple days ago, all the major networks were airing the funeral of Michael Jackson. This funeral, the funeral of a rock star – and not that of a great world leader, a Nobel prize winning scientist, or world famous writer – is considered of such paramount importance as to warrant interruption of all other broadcasting. Obviously, the funeral of John F. Kennedy in 1963 would be considered of such importance – but the funeral of a rock star? It almost appears insane to anyone who thinks journalists should focus on important matters effecting society. Why this crazy orgy over the death of a man (or transgendered person) whose music represented dish-watery pop culture? Because Jackson was more than just the “King of Pop”, he was also the “King of Identity Politics”.
Michael Jackson’s life and death unfolded almost entirely on the public stage, and it was a stage of tragedy. A sensitive, introverted child, he was brutally mistreated by his father and constantly thrust into the glare of the public spotlight. Jackson never had a chance at developing beyond that childhood. He truly lived the life of Peter Pan, a perpetual childhood until his death.
One thinks of the tens, perhaps hundreds, of millions of dollars of his great wealth that Jackson could have given to major universities, performing arts centers he could have funded for talented yet needy children – not unlike the Michael Jackson who grew up in Gary, Indiana. Instead, all the money was wasted on choo-choo trains and multi-million dollar pieces of furniture. His mind was unable to search beyond the world of the playground and see the rest of society that lay outside.
Therein lies the real tragedy. For the perpetual little boy also desperately wanted to be the “image” of society. He became part-white, part-black, a boy, a girl, transgendered, gay and straight all rolled into one. Society is all about “Identity Politics”, and he would be the great child king of “Identity”. He would try to be it all, to literally be everyone, even if it killed him in the end…
I am torn. I am torn because a huge talent and a loving heart was transformed into something he truly was not at his heart (at least, imo). The “freak” was only a freak in perception of those (like me) who do not understand how and why someone could do this to themselves. But when one has a remembrance like Dawg’s and the understanding of what Michael went through as a black child star- turned mega Star, it causes one like me to truly wonder who the man was. Was he what he appeared to be?
I doubt it.
I bet he was the same guy I remember with the ‘fro and could sing like no one else. Not the weirdo who bleached his skin and changed himself into another totally different person.
Rest in peace, Michael. The real Michael.
