The King of Pop is Dead. I don’t know of anybody that is really surprised. Think of any other celebrity (except Amy Winehouse) and you’d at least register a blip on the emotional surprise meter. Not here.
Jackson was talented. He was also, obviously a tortured soul, regardless of the reason. From my experience in show business, being a child star is a tough road to travel. Being a child star in what has widely been reported as a dysfunctional family, then add all the pressures of superstardom, and throw in a bizarre addiction to plastic surgery, and you have formula for an unhappy life and a premature death.
I was reading a bio of jazz pianist Bill Evans last night, and they had described his self-destructive lifestyle as “the world’s longest suicide.” I think that may well be an apt description of Jackson and his sad story.
Not much more to say about this. I think he’ll be remembered as yet again another pop star who flamed out.