Post by sting on Jul 8, 2009 9:34:29 GMT 8
...Michael Jackson
here's a blog that i recently posted... if there was anyone during the 80's who really put pop music into the map, it was MJ...
When news broke out about the unexpeted death of Michael Jackson, it didn’t really sink into my system that he’s gone. But as the days passed by, when people (especially his fans) have spoken the good of what Michael has done to the world, it only then made me realize that now he’s gone, gone too soon as his song sang…
I look back when I first came to know of Michael, it was during first grade, when I was still studying in Guam in 1983… A TV special: Motown’s 25th Anniversary was shown at local TV, The Jacksons (or Jackson 5 during the 70’s) had just performed “I want you back,” and later, “I’ll be there.” Michael’s brothers left him at the stage alone. This was the first time I saw the unforgettable “Billie Jean” performance, the unforgettable Moonwalk dance… This began my being a Michael Jackson fan… Immediately, I borrowed my sister’s Thriller album, never stopped listening to it…
I was so hooked up that I even tried to imitate his dance moves, the way he sang, even the clothes he wore… Remember the short-length pants of his? Daym, those were the days… I remember Aga Muhlach and Gary Valenciano as the Filipino counterparts of MIchael, I miss those days when everyone looked up to Michael… It was also those days that the world was worried because of Pepsi commercial accident that burned his hair… Remember that tragic event?
I remember, in 1987 when BAD first came out… clueless why he is so white and puzzled, but nevertheless, I was a fan, I didn’t care, I didn’t care about the rumours that were surrounding him, from the “Chamber” were he supposedly slept, his desire to have the Elephant Man’s bones… It was all about the music…
I recall his self-less acts by giving to charities and foundations all over the world, feeding the depressed and oppressed areas of the globe… He was generous, giving, humble and kind… His campaign to heal the world, as manifested during the U.S.A for Africa days for Ethiopia…
The saddest part of being a fan is witnessing the painful trials he had gone through, with all allegations lodged against him, the courtroom dramas he had to attend, how media humiliated him, the public message back in 1992 or 93 when he had to defend himself… the harsh coining of “Wacko Jacko…” It was, as a fan very painful and heartaching to see… Little did anyone know what he was going through as a person… Success at times has its price… He was paying for it, even up to his last days on earth…
As a fan, I tried objectively to understand what was going through his life… I guess I was not the only one bothered, confused, worried, sad and all of the odd adjectives I could think of to describe what I felt for Michael’s trials in life…
No one really knew to what extent of how deprived he was when he was a child… They only knew about his music, but not his private life…
Now that he’s gone, we hear of the good things, how I wish he could’ve heard this when he was still alive… He was never given that chance… But on the other side of sadness and gloom, his billions of fans around the world love him… And they have never stopped loving him, and to me, that is what really matters, and I hope Michael felt that…
He is an Icon… He represents music and me… We love you Michael, you will live forever in our hearts… We will miss you…
here's a blog that i recently posted... if there was anyone during the 80's who really put pop music into the map, it was MJ...
When news broke out about the unexpeted death of Michael Jackson, it didn’t really sink into my system that he’s gone. But as the days passed by, when people (especially his fans) have spoken the good of what Michael has done to the world, it only then made me realize that now he’s gone, gone too soon as his song sang…
I look back when I first came to know of Michael, it was during first grade, when I was still studying in Guam in 1983… A TV special: Motown’s 25th Anniversary was shown at local TV, The Jacksons (or Jackson 5 during the 70’s) had just performed “I want you back,” and later, “I’ll be there.” Michael’s brothers left him at the stage alone. This was the first time I saw the unforgettable “Billie Jean” performance, the unforgettable Moonwalk dance… This began my being a Michael Jackson fan… Immediately, I borrowed my sister’s Thriller album, never stopped listening to it…
I was so hooked up that I even tried to imitate his dance moves, the way he sang, even the clothes he wore… Remember the short-length pants of his? Daym, those were the days… I remember Aga Muhlach and Gary Valenciano as the Filipino counterparts of MIchael, I miss those days when everyone looked up to Michael… It was also those days that the world was worried because of Pepsi commercial accident that burned his hair… Remember that tragic event?
I remember, in 1987 when BAD first came out… clueless why he is so white and puzzled, but nevertheless, I was a fan, I didn’t care, I didn’t care about the rumours that were surrounding him, from the “Chamber” were he supposedly slept, his desire to have the Elephant Man’s bones… It was all about the music…
I recall his self-less acts by giving to charities and foundations all over the world, feeding the depressed and oppressed areas of the globe… He was generous, giving, humble and kind… His campaign to heal the world, as manifested during the U.S.A for Africa days for Ethiopia…
The saddest part of being a fan is witnessing the painful trials he had gone through, with all allegations lodged against him, the courtroom dramas he had to attend, how media humiliated him, the public message back in 1992 or 93 when he had to defend himself… the harsh coining of “Wacko Jacko…” It was, as a fan very painful and heartaching to see… Little did anyone know what he was going through as a person… Success at times has its price… He was paying for it, even up to his last days on earth…
As a fan, I tried objectively to understand what was going through his life… I guess I was not the only one bothered, confused, worried, sad and all of the odd adjectives I could think of to describe what I felt for Michael’s trials in life…
No one really knew to what extent of how deprived he was when he was a child… They only knew about his music, but not his private life…
Now that he’s gone, we hear of the good things, how I wish he could’ve heard this when he was still alive… He was never given that chance… But on the other side of sadness and gloom, his billions of fans around the world love him… And they have never stopped loving him, and to me, that is what really matters, and I hope Michael felt that…
He is an Icon… He represents music and me… We love you Michael, you will live forever in our hearts… We will miss you…
