The morning I heard Michael Jackson had passed away, I was shocked, like the rest of the world. And then, a moment later, I got out of bed and moved on with life. As with every other overly faddish icon or trend, I've kept my distance (I guess subconsciously, that's my way of being different). Well, not that I don't think he's a talented performer or anything, but in this case, I just didn't see the need to mourn for someone I hardly knew. Amidst the fuss about his death, I even tweeted a message saying, "if you ask me, he died a long time ago." I really felt that way. To me, MJ was an entertainer, a singer - no different from the other 234 artists in my ipod.
Growing up, I was actually more interested in boy bands and the golden oldies (thanks to my dad) to really bother about MJ's music, but I do remember liking a couple of his smooth numbers - think 'heal the world' and 'you are not alone' - which somehow left a deeper impression than his other popular hits. Then in the late 90s, the acclaimed musical icon was no longer famous for his music, but infamous for his screwed up personal life.
Anyway, I was watching the encore telecast of the memorial show over dinner earlier, and for some reason, I viewed every performance as a subtle intent for instant stardom, every speech was a has-been's opportunity to leave an impression, every tear was a fabricated tale of love that's lost. (Gosh, I realised how cynical I sound right now.)
But what I'm trying to say, after rambling for three paragraphs (that's the effect Twitter has on you - it makes you really constipated), is that, there was one particular speech which caught my attention and offered me a new perspective on MJ.
Ok, firstly, I didn't know until today, that MJ and Brooke Shields had dated briefly in their heydays, so when Ms Shields went on stage to give her eulogy, cynical Jo rolled her eyes. And as you'd have guessed , this is one of those bite-me-in-the-ass moments because through her speech, I felt like I truly got to know a bit about the real Michael. It's one of those things you just know is heartfelt and real (even though one can always argue that she's a Hollywood actress who can cry on cue). But I don't think anyone can fake a friendship like that...
Through her, I saw Michael, not as a singer, songwriter, entertainer, dancer, or king, but as a person. He was a person, like anyone of us, crying out for help, wanting so badly to be normal, but the world doesn't allow him to be. He was a person, reaching out to others in love and friendship, and yet being cheated and manipulated for his wealth. He was a person, an innocent child in a grown up body, who saw the world in its brokeness and tried to fix things. And that was when I felt genuinely sad for him - for his deprived childhood, his oppressions, his missed opportunities. He could have been so much more, if only...
And I think what he has left behind is more than a mere legacy in the history of music. As a person, he has taught us that what's important is using our lives to make a difference. At his peak, he did this through music. And rather than just sitting and crying over his death, we ought to think about how we too, can make a difference in our brief time on earth.
RIP Michael. May God bless your soul.