The King Is Dead

Michael Jackson died today. He was 50 years old.

I almost couldn't believe my ears when I heard the news on the way to work this morning. I had found out that Farah Fawcett, the actress passed away, (which wasn't surprising because she was dying from cancer) right before this piece of news came about. I was like, no way. The King Of Pop is gone? Wow.

Michael had sustained a cardiac arrest and fell into a coma, from which he didn't recover from. At the age of 50, it surely is too early to say goodbye to a musical icon like him.

Yeah, the last decade of his life were probably not the best years to remember him by. The child molestation charges, the divorces, the endless series of lawsuits (most of which were probably filed by greedy people trying to cash in on his dwindling fortune) and lots of other controversial headlines turned his life upside down. But there were still people who loved him, and remembered him for his music, which is still legendary and one of a kind till today. I consider myself to be one of those people.

The tributes have come pouring out, from fellow celebrities to fans, and even people I befriended on Facebook who aren't huge fans of his. Everyone knew who he was, because of what he has done. They all remember how special his music was, and they will miss him in some way, or at the very least, feel sorry for his demise. Radio stations have been playing his songs all day, even MTV played a series of his videos earlier tonight, as a tribute.

I wouldn't call myself his biggest fan, but I do love his music. My favourite song is Beat It. It's the one MJ song I can listen to over and over and not get tired. And there's Thriller, Billie Jean, Dirty Diana, Black Or White, Stranger In Moscow...the list goes on. I'm gonna have a different feeling every time I hear these songs now.

RIP Michael.