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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

The Man Called MJ

Michael Jackson never cease to amaze me.
whether it's him doing the Moonwalk, danggling his kid from a balcony or re-doing his face, Michael Jackson is the perfect example of a one-man-circus. or what some people call pop culture.
but yesterday, when he was acquitted on all 10 counts of molestation charges, that probably takes the cake. yeah...he probably had the best lawyers in the business, but somehow this walking icon of 80's music walked away a free man. my honest opinion? i think he's guilty. i mean...why would you pay someone in the region of 20 million dollars to shut up? seems to me a wee bit fishy, no?
but the jury found him not guilty. so he's a free man. not that i have anything against MJ. hey, i grew up on this man's music. i have that sense of pityness for him, but if he really did molest those kids, then let him be damned. and yet, maybe Michael Jackson is really a kid trapped inside a man's body. he's wacko jacko for goodness sake. he could be Jimmy Hoffa for all i care.
but the media frenzy that surrounds this man's life is what fascinates me. when u think about it, u could pity him for going thru such a life. where was his childhood? this guy has been in the spotlight since he was a child. it takes a lot out of you. even all those gazillion dollars wouldn't make a difference.
when i started out this blog, i had this dumb idea of doing a tribute to past 80's icons called 80's Icon of the Month (what else? duh-uh). the idea fizzled out after a few months, so i never got to write about Michael Jackson, which i honestly wanted to. MJ's video clips comes to mind when u talk about 80's music. i mean...who could forget? the light-emitting sidewalk of Billy Jean, the monsters of Thriller and my favourite, the red jacket and bunch of sissy-looking gansters of Beat It. if there was a standard for video clips, MJ brought it to a whole new level.
as i grew older, Michael Jackson got stranger. first, there was the chimp. then it was the crazy things they claimed during those Pepsi ads. after that it was the color of his skin. he was turning white. (gasp!) and then his nose became funny. and then those allegations start to pop up. and then he got married. not once but twice. and the rest is history i guess.
and his music began to suck too. but i guess sadly, Michael will be remembered not for his music. though his sweep of the 80's music scene was notable, nothing can compare to the sleazy, sensational tales of the tabloids. this guy is media magnet. everywhere he goes is a frenzy. his stories reads better than those cheap, cheesy pulp magazines. and i was swept by it too.
such a pity. i used to love the guy. my early exposure to piratehood lead me to dub a copy of Jackson's Thriller album from a friend. my sister even recorded for me his 'exclusive' interview with Oprah in the mid-90's because i couldn't watch it in school. i even wished i was able to attend his concert at Stadium Merdeka that same year. though my passion for his present music was pretty much gone, MJ continued to interest me. i even watched the controversial 'Living with Michael Jackson' on STAR World just to get the inside 'scoop'. the only sensational interview that i missed was the last one he did with Geraldo during the trial early this year. reading back this paragraph, i really do seem like a crazy MJ gossip hunter. obvious sangat ke?
in any case, he's now scot-free. hate him or love him, Michael Jackson will always be that strange, soft-spoken guy with the gloves. King of Pop? i'm not sure. King of the Tabloids? most definitely.
suddenly, i'm thinking about an old Michael Jackson classic that i love. this song goes out to you and me, Mike. you and me.

I'm Gonna Make A Change
For Once In My Life
It's Gonna Feel Real Good
Gonna Make A Difference
Gonna Make It Right...

As I, Turn Up The Collar On My Favorite Winter Coat
This Wind Is Blowin' My Mind
I See The Kids In The Street
With Not Enough To Eat
Who Am I, To Be Blind?
Pretending Not To See Their Needs
A Summer's Disregard
A Broken Bottle Top
And A One Man's Soul
They Follow Each Other On The Wind Ya' Know
'Cause They Got Nowhere To Go
That's Why I Want You To Know
I'm Starting With The Man In The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways
And No Message Could Have Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World A Better Place
(If You Wanna Make The World A Better Place)
Take A Look At Yourself, And Then Make A Change
(Take A Look At Yourself, And Then Make A Change)

to that Man in the Mirror, make a change. for the better. please.

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