Many strange events happen throughout people's lives which come to be part of collective human history.

And today something really quite surprising happened. It seems that Micheal Jackson, Legendary King of Pop, has passed away not one hour away from where I live (apparently he died in the UCLA hospital). His cause of death is unknown but according to all my news stations (which broadcast to the Greater Southern Californian Area) there are ridiculously sized mobs around the hospital of mourning fans.

As much as I, along with nearly EVERYONE else, disagreed with some of his personal choices and way of lifestyle (to the point of ridiculous jokes being made), at the end of the day he was still an amazing icon of '80's music.....more like THE icon of '80's music (and I loathe to admit it at times but I've had a recent upwelling of appreciation for music from the '80's...I don't know what it is but I just really like the feel of that decade of music) There will never be another who will be crowned "The King of Pop". I honestly can't think of anyone of my time having the same magnetism and popularity throughout the decades as MJ did (can you imagine the Jonas Brothers being the mega famous, mega popular Kings of Rock.....or whatever their genre is supposed to be.....20 years from now? No? I thought not...)

My father (young adult of the '70's complete with the "funky" bell-bottom pants) is only a year or two off from MJ's age and I know for a fact that he is a loyal fan because even though he seemed rather unaffected when I told him moments ago, when I went into his room he had the Channel 2, Channel 4, and Channel 7 news all showing their broadcasts about Micheal Jackson. Plus, I remember that my dad has MJ's Thriller in cassette form somewhere in this house (which is probably going to be worth a pretty penny on EBay a few decades from now I wonder where it wandered off to?) I think my dad also has some sort of "Best of Micheal Jackson" cassette as well.

I found the news really quite shocking even though I've never really been a "Super" fan like my father (and millions of others) have been. But I certainly know a bright star when I see one, and I know what legends I need to remember for my (in the very far-off future) grandchildren one day....

Sincerely, A rather mournful feeling R.A. Corvinus


EDIT: Apparently my mother loved Micheal Jackson back in the '80's as a teenager in Bangladesh...how strange...I had no idea. Apparently he was what all the "in" teens back in Bangladesh in the '80's listened to. And Farrah Fawcett (of '70's Charlie's Angels fame) died today as well from her long battle with cancer. My mother said she used to watch Charlie's Angels in Bangladesh too! It was was rather humorous because my mother said "All the people from my childhood are dying. I'm getting old!!!"

Life never ceases to surprise and amuse....