Goodbye, Michael Jackson
Not so sure how to feel when a celebrity dies. I don't know him, but he brought joy in my life through his music and performances. He was a little kid when I was an even littler kid! I feel like we grew up together. I am sad to see a talented person die so young.
I am sad for his family, his children, and sad about his tragic life as an abused kid, a performing monkey, and an obvious social misfit, fucked up by gross celebrity. I am the type of person who does not rush screaming toward a celebrity when I see them; I like to just nod and smile, and let them move on, living their lives.
How can anyone with that kind of upbringing, that kind of fame, have a normal life? How can someone like that NOT die a tragic, untimely death? It's almost inevitable.
It makes me think of how much I love to sing, how much I love to perform, and how thankful to the Powers that Be that I am not a celebrity, I am not famous. Yeah, I'm poor, but I'm not in 400 million dollars debt and I'm not addicted to prescription drugs. I'm just little old me, feeling sad and heavy-hearted about the loss of an icon, a giant, a talented man who had his share of darkness, his share of demons, but his were global scale and gigantic and known all over the world.
This guy gave his all, grew up fucked up and weird inside, and there was no helping that, it seems. And his body broke down eventually because of it. You can give all the love you have to give, but still be broken and weird inside.
Whatever the news throws at us in the next month or so, however out of control the media circus becomes, I want to remember a young talented man passed on, and he enriched a lot of people's lives, influenced many people, and he was loved dearly by friends and family, like all of us are, despite our dark sides, our shortcomings.
I am sad for his family, his children, and sad about his tragic life as an abused kid, a performing monkey, and an obvious social misfit, fucked up by gross celebrity. I am the type of person who does not rush screaming toward a celebrity when I see them; I like to just nod and smile, and let them move on, living their lives.
How can anyone with that kind of upbringing, that kind of fame, have a normal life? How can someone like that NOT die a tragic, untimely death? It's almost inevitable.
It makes me think of how much I love to sing, how much I love to perform, and how thankful to the Powers that Be that I am not a celebrity, I am not famous. Yeah, I'm poor, but I'm not in 400 million dollars debt and I'm not addicted to prescription drugs. I'm just little old me, feeling sad and heavy-hearted about the loss of an icon, a giant, a talented man who had his share of darkness, his share of demons, but his were global scale and gigantic and known all over the world.
This guy gave his all, grew up fucked up and weird inside, and there was no helping that, it seems. And his body broke down eventually because of it. You can give all the love you have to give, but still be broken and weird inside.
Whatever the news throws at us in the next month or so, however out of control the media circus becomes, I want to remember a young talented man passed on, and he enriched a lot of people's lives, influenced many people, and he was loved dearly by friends and family, like all of us are, despite our dark sides, our shortcomings.
