Demise of a King . . .

I've been meaning to write a post for a while now and a number of ideas had popped into my head as to what to write on. But all those were put aside when I heard of the sudden death of Michael Jackson. I cannot call myself a music buff if I didn't write about it, speak about it and make my peace with it.
I heard the sad news from a friend when I was at work, and its funny how people react to it. First almost is a state of shock that creeps in because its a blow that came out of nowhere. And then you think of his music and a small momentary smile comes on your face and at the same time you feel that pull of sadness to know that the man who made them is gone. But then you start thinking of his life and feel a very different kind of sadness to see what this amazingly talented artist has turned into.
Michael Jackson was a legend, he truly was a king. In all my life I haven't come across a music fan, be it a Death Metal fan, be it a hard core rock enthusiast or a even a hip hop fan who ever denied the fact that the man was great. He was one of those people that was blessed with one incredible talent, his voice, its pitch, its smoothness its aggression (when the need came) was all perfect. Add to that the music that in most cases accompanied that voice in such a beautiful way, thanks to great musical minds like Quincy Jones and you think that there isn't a person on this earth who hasn't heard a song of his and thought (may be secretly) in his head that, “Damn that's a good song”.
I haven't even got to the second thing he was blessed with, dance. I mean he inspired a legion of copy cats and inspired so many choreographers in the world. He had so many signature moves and tricks. And don't even get me started on the Moonwalk cause no one EVER did it like him. It was like he was one ice and gliding backwards.
Add those two things together and you get one hell of a performer, the likes of which I don't think have ever graced a live stage since. It is unfortunate that I have never had the opportunity to see the man perform live but every live gig of his I've seen on TV you see it and you think, it would be demeaning to call his concerts merely a concert. It was a show in its own right, huge theatrics, huge stages the big lights, the dance, the music. I'm not surprised so many people faint in them.
He was also the artist in my mind that was responsible to change the way the world thought of a music video. Till then it was merely an artist singing his song so people buy his album. But Michael Jackson changed what you could do with a music video with Thriller. I mean he made a mini movie, sold his song, sold the dance moves, and even made that red jacket the most popular thing on the planet. People would bunk school quit work so they could catch the “premiere” of his music video. The world of music revolved around Michael Jackson at that time, and its sad to say that the end of that era pretty much marked the end of the man we knew as Michael Jackson.
You know how there are always TV shows or movies where the story goes on to say how a man sold his soul to the devil to have the one thing that he wanted most? In my head MJ fit that description perfectly. It was like he was on this planet to do one thing make music and he sold his soul to the devil so he can be the greatest at that. We all know the tumultuous life he had and for the sake of the fans reading this (including me who is writing this) all I'm going to say is the Michael Jackson we all admired was sadly gone a long time ago.
In my mind, and I don't know if I speak for more fans around the world, this final news of his death was merely an affirmation of the fact that the great man had long since passed and sadly that's the thing that hurt the most. And it sad to say the the best way to sum up his life is in the same to words that make up this blog. . . Music and Mayhem.
The Ride is over, from the highest high to the lowest lows, Rest in Peace Michael Jackson. . .