Despite the fact that I am of the right generation, Michael Jackson’s music never really grabbed me. I knew and liked one or two of the more popular songs, though, at the risk of sounding like an old woman as a teenager most of his music was too fast for me. Although, once reviewed, his music, generally had very nice and meaningful lyrics.
As a result, most of my exposure to him throughout my life has been through the media and regarding his huge fan base, his somewhat strange behaviour when walking around, reports about Neverland, and of course the various controversies involving children including his own.
I wouldn’t say that I was tied to the television when his passing was announced but I have been interested, not so much in the controversy surrounding his death, but more in observing the reaction to his passing and the various critiques of his life and work. The public display of affection has been fascinating, both in very tangible ways and online; the intermediate, and the slow burning.
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