I just got news of Micheal Jackson's sudden death. Earlier this morning I was thinking of how a whole generation seems to be in transit (death, heaven, merging with the universal prime, or however your persuation may describe it) when I found out about Farrah Fawcette losing her battle to cancer, not even up to 24 hours later...Micheal is gone. Yes, he was Michael, before there was Jordan, before there was Tyson, he was Micheal. A phenomenon to a whole generation, an embodiment of human excellence and human imperfection all wrapped up in one. Critisize as you may or praise as you will, one thing stands, he captivated the senses of all who dare avail their person to his magic.
I remember being the coolest kid at every birthday party simply because I could do the 'moon walk' or because I could do the moves from Billie Jean. As a kid growing up in Cameroon (West Africa), Micheal Jackson was the definition of the possibilities America had to offer. Even my grandparents (may thier soul rest in piece) who had very limited awareness of pop culture knew who he was and how captivating this character/persona was.
In the words of Neil (my wife's cousin), "dude a part of pop culture just died". I have a slightly different take, A MYTH IS BORN!
