So Michael Jackson is gone. Now I don't know why this week went the way it did, but it did.
On Sunday I was sitting here watching the Cosby Show. An episode in which Russell scores a handful of tickets to a sold-out Michael Jackson concert. Cliff and Claire opt to stay home and babysit the twins so Sondra and Elvin may go enjoy a night out of the house. Later when everyone returns home Elvin showers the twins and his in-laws with MJ souvenirs from the concert.
Strangely enough two days later the episode of the Simpson where Homer is in a Psych hospital with a man who thinks he is Michael Jackson aired.
So all week I thought about how this man had made the soundtrack to 99% of my childhood. How scary the Thriller video was. I wondered what happened to our toy MJ microphone and silver glitter glove. I remembered the time my sister was going to school and told me to stand on the front porch holding her new Michael Jackson poster so the other kids in the car could see it. How our VHS copy of "Moonwalker" was watched so many times the ribbon eventually snapped during "Smooth Criminal".
Regardless of any problems or accusations, this man was a dominant figure in popular culture around the world for the last 39 years, a global icon. He was utterly and completely talented.
It's such a disappointment that he wasn't able to make that final tour. It would have been a specular topper on his career and a standing reminder of his unparalleled stage performances. He will be sincerely missed, and I will remain sincerely thankful for his musical legacy.