when I readed yesterday morning Michael Jackson died-i was kinda schocked. (Not that i secretly always thought that he was a canditate for the Club of stars who died early..) I saw a part of my childhood dying, since I kissed the very first time wit MJ music and I couldnt think on the 80ties without him. And I was not even a real fan who went to every concert.
When I looked for a picture I found a black white photo at rollingstone online magazine to tribute his years. This photo was very expressive showing a lil boy with old, sad eyes.
THats what he always was, i guess. A child what had aged before time longing for real childhood days.
As victim of child abuse by myself i cant stand the Idea he may have don all these things he was blamed for- through i can *understand* how it might happen. If you get messed so much as Michael youre broken for life.(what is no excuse, afterall- just my thoughts)
However genius is often born from pain and insanity-We just aknowledge this fact that every great man(and woman)
is human.
Hopefully Michael found his peace with himself and my thoughts are with his children who lost their father.