Some of you will probably laugh, disagree, or see this as a dramatized version caused by an over stimulus of Michael Jackson music. Perhaps you are right, nevertheless after many weeks of thinking about blogging I have finally been inspired to sit down and type out a few lines. I have had intentions of writing about Jamón (I promise a mouth watering blog about this food later on which will most likely occur post snack of the delicious Spanish delicacy). I have also thought about finishing my blog titled España, however it was the late Michael Jackson, the Kind of Pop who inspired me this sunny Saturday afternoon.
So, here I sit listening to Dangerous on vinyl, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and bereavement that the man whose voice is currently filling this room with up beat, catchy, and heartfelt harmonious creations is no longer amongst the living. To many he was simply "whacko Jacko", a "sick child molester", a disgrace, a deserter of his culture, and so on. I however am on the other side of that spectrum along with countless of other MJ fans. He wasn't the 'self proclaimed King of Pop', to us he was the King of Pop. Yes, I know corny, cheesy, funny, silly. After all I am a 'rock and roll' fan embarrassing myself by gushing over Michael Jackson music. Yes, indeed, I am because he is the sole artist whose music I have enjoyed for over 25 years, and I unashamedly admit to having had a Michael Jackson crush at one point.
I am not denying that he most certainly became the poster child of bad plastic surgery, and poor mental health. However, I also believe that his down hill spiral occurred as a result of mental instabilities caused by a combination of contributors you and I will most likely never have knowledge of or understand. Nevertheless, his death has cleared his name in some ways. For example, we learned that he did in fact have vitiligo which caused his skin to turn white (google the disease for more information). Postmortem, we learned from his daughter Paris that his choice to cover their faces was solely to protect them so that they may go out in public unrecognized. Yet for many, Michael Jackson was, and will continue to be the musical genius whose star will endure the test of time. His catchy beats will continue to guide people off their tukus and onto the dance floor. I feel fortunate that he existed in my lifetime.
As you have seen this blog is not about Jay-Z, Lady Gaga, Snoop, Gangam Style, or whatever other 'cool' musician happens to be the current hit. It is an 'uncool' 'dorky' blog if you will, a sole expression of a constant fan of Mr. Jackson... so I leave you with the following...
"Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists.
I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing then it is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing.. and dancing, until there is only... the dance. "
-Michael Jackson
