Today Michael Jackson died. I, along with millions of people across the planet, watched in horror/sick interest as the media speculated and then confirmed the death of the self-proclaimed ‘King of pop’. I even saw a photo of paramedics tyring to revive him – talk about intense coverage.
As the initial shock wore off I began to wonder why I was so sad. Sure I love his music but that’s where it ends. I didn’t know MJ and from what I’ve heard I don’t really want to. If it weren’t for his unrivaled celebrity status he would be in jail right now for child sex offences. The man was an absolute nut case, I’m not talking a little imbalanced I’m talking completely insane (or on to swine flu way before the health authorities). The world is going crazy (I mean that quite literally) over a 50 year old guy who lives in never never land (again, quite literally) with his unicorns were he has sleepovers with young boys. A guy who refuses to show his porcelain doll wax figure monstrous face in public unless he is dangling one of his children off a hotel balcony. Are we really that sad his gone? really??
It’s only a matter of time before the elvis’esq conspiracy theories start cropping up so let me be one of the first to put it out there…
Conspiracy Theory 1:
Perhaps this is all a staged PR stunt for possibly the biggest comeback tour in history (John Farnham eat your heart out). This was actually the first thought that popped into my mind when I was watching it (cynical much?). At the time of his ’death’, MJ was rehursing for a 50 show concert that was scheduled to start in less then two weeks. If he is in the midst of rehearsing for a thriller revival surely he is in some kind of passable physical condition. If fact as I was watching this unfold I heard a comment from one of his back-up dancers stating that the day before his death he gave one of the best performances of his life. hmmmmmmmm
Conspiracy Theory 2:
Perhaps he just got sick of being judged, followed, adored, despised, hassled and abused by paparazzi/fans/child rights advocates/the world and took off to live the simple life on an island off the coast of Mexico.
In my previous post on Jade Goody I wrote about not fully understanding the culture of celebrity. There are a very few celebrities who are truly talented. Talent that can’t be replicated. MJ was one of those very few. When he was great he was phenomenal. The whole MJ affair got me back to thinking about the influence of those 95% of celebrities who are not in that awesomely great minority. Sure most of these people are talented but there are a lot of talented singers/actors/models/would-be-realitytv-stars out there who don’t make it into the spotlight. Point of case – Madonna. I love her. I enjoy her music but I don’t think she has the greatest voice on the planet. I think she has an amazing body but then so would everyone if they had $x-inity to spend on trainers and nutritionists. I think she is pretty-ish but not stunning. Yet despite having nothing phenonimal about her she keeps coming back, keeps reinventing, and keeps making me buy her CD’s.
Most celebrities are not political comentators yet when they told America to vote, vote they did… in droves. I don’t know why I buy my hair products from Eva Longoria and my foundation from Jessica Alba but I do. People who capture our attention for any extended period of time do so because they tap into the public Psyche. They resonate with us in such a way that we develop a deep trust and companionship with them. We understand them, admire their values, or aspire to be like them. I love that Madonna keeps coming back with something better. I love her never-say-old determination. Perhaps that’s why I love her so much.
Back to MJ. If this is indeed the end I send my sincerest prayers and wishes to his family (especially his children). However, I am not looking forward to a weeks of newspaper articles, blog posts, tweets and facebook updates saying what a tragedy his passing is to the world.
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