It just seemed like just an ordinary day until an sms arrived from a friend who's in UCLA. "Michael Jackson (has) just died of cardiac arrest. A lot of news vans and helicopters here". It sounded unbelievable, a quick browse on the internet confirmed it. The King of Pop has fallen, which at first didn't seem much of a big deal due to last heard news about his ecentric behavior - him dangling his kid over the balcony, child molestation cases and debt issues. It then hit hard when you start to think a little back, about his music career, how he has managed to spread his music across the globe.
I recall days where I used to set many tracks of his on my CD-player on loop, who can forget tracks such as "Black or White", "Billie Jean", "Heal The World" (and I'm sure the list will go on and for the older guys I'm sure the Jackson 5's a good listen as well). I possess much of his albums and music videos, I attempted to moonwalk, I did the thriller (as a kid, but I'm sure I can still remember some moves).
While I cannot say that I am a huge fan of his, he, as one of the first few artists I've listened to, opened the world of music to me. Calling his moves art did little justice to his showsmanship. People who cannot appreciate labelled him flamboyant, winced at his crotch grabbing, sulked at his nose job. He had 750 million records sold across the world, 13 Grammies, 13 Number 1 singles. Go figure.
While he is gone, his music will remain and will never be taken away from him. Rest in peace, Michael.
