I didn't grow up listening to Michael Jackson's music. I am familiar with songs like "Thriller" and "Black or White," but couldn't sing or dance to many others. In college, I had the opportunity to see Jackson perform live at the Pasadena Convention Center. My friend's dad worked for NBC and they were recording a concert, so we got in free. It was cool to see him moonwalk on the stage, but I can't remember what song he performed. A true Michael Jackson fan would have appreciated the experience more than I did, I'm sure. Until Jackson's recent death, I didn't know the story of his childhood. It saddened me to hear how his dad forced the Jackson 5 to rehearse day and night and deprived Michael of a normal childhood. From the TV specials I've seen lately, it's no wonder Michael was an instant hit. His voice, smile, the way he moved--even as a child--was brilliant. He definitely earned the title "King of Pop."
It was a tragedy that Jackson died before his upcoming tour. His comeback would've brightened many people's lives, and maybe even provided so he could pay off his debt. My heart breaks for Jackson's children, who are not only mourning his loss, but caught in the crossfire between the Jackson's and their alleged mother, Debbie Rowe. I learned on the news tonight that Rowe received $8 million in the settlement giving Jackson custody of the children. No doubt she's interested in whatever money they inherit from his passing. If she hasn't been present in their life since getting her $8 million, why is she all of the sudden so interested in them now?
When Jackson passed away last week I was skeptical of the all the media hype. I thought it was ridiculous that fans at Riverpark in Fresno would be crying about his death. But I guess if I grew up with a musical legend like Michael Jackson, he may have touched my life in the same way.
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