Michael Jackson, an icon for an era, passed away yesterday at an overly young age of 50. His era was my era. I was in high school when Thriller came out. The album was pure electricity and a defining musical moment for a lot of kids. I’m still a big fan of 80s music, and this album was a lion.
It was sad to watch Michael descend into freak show status. He wasn’t ready for his celebrity status, and I’m sure he had too many handlers doing whatever they could to keep their gravy train going, leading to his decline. Michael became the human equivalent of a factory farm hog – fed, doped and bringing home the bacon for his owners.
So rest in peace, Michael. And remember, don’t stop ’til you get enough.