Is Michael coming for dinner?

Michael Jackson’s death hit me kinda hard. I was trying to explain this, but it doesn’t make sense, really. I feel like I know him. He’s like my far-off and distant cousin whom everyone gossips about during reunions and get togethers.

What have you heard about Michael?
Still crazy as ever, pass the ketchup…

I’ve certainly had a full cup of Michael gossip the last few weeks whether on TV, radio, or just in conversation (as have we all). I also can’t seem to stop playing his music – classic hits. My favorite has to be P.Y.T., though. And, through that song is how I want to remember the King of Pop. Just a good song anyone can cut a rug to.

I don’t think Michael gets the credit he deserves with how he changed not only the music industry, but American society as well, and also how the world has viewed American society. In just a four minute-or-so song his music pauses stress and tensions dealing with race, religion, homosexuality, economic status, political strife. In watching the memorial service I think the Reverend Al Sharpton alluded to that point. One of the lines that stood out to me the most (during the entire service) was when he addressed Michael’s kids:

I want his children to know there was nothing strange about your daddy, it was strange what your daddy had to deal with.

Sadly, however, I think Sharpton’s speech(or point) will be overlooked by many. Many are quick to discredit the validity of Sharpton, sighing with disgust and even hatred when they see his black face or hear his sermon-delivering voice. This is exactly what Michael and his music worked against – being quick to judge, neglecting to understand a perspective or side, buying in to what “others” might say.

Furthermore, since the time of Michael’s true musical genius – the 80s – dialogue between the various genres of music have in a way separated even more. His work was a medium in which artists across many styles, shapes, and forms could collaborate.

His personal life was certainly filled with question marks, but he was human. He was a genius and far ahead of his time and attempted to deal with this as best he could. But, he was human, as well. He was just like each one of us, as much as many of us would like to refute. Time will tell, but I think Michael will always be that far-off distant cousin who captures our ears and wonderment and keeps us dancing during parties. SHAMOAN…GO ON GIRL…