When I grew up, I had two posters on my wall. One was of Roxette, the other was of you.
You were a genius and in my view the most influential artist of all time. They compare your life, career and death to Elvis and it’s easy to see why. Both of you were the icons of your generation and died too soon. Some still refuse to accept Elvis’ death, and some might do the same with yours.
You didn’t live without controversy and we will now never know what was truth and not, but I never really cared too much about the rumours. It was the artist and songwriter I cared about.
I think everyone who loved your music was waiting for you. Hoping, yearning, praying for another spark of genius from you. Few can match your number of hit songs and I think we all wished there were more in you. Many, including me, hoped that the concerts coming in July would be, if not a rebirth, but at least that final spark.
Now your candle has burned out, leaving a whole world in mourning. But the light of your candle will be just as bright on our retinas as they sun today for a very long time to come. For me, it’ll be there for as long as I can use my eyes.
Michael Jackson may be dead, but the King of Pop lives on forever.
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Anonymous · June 26, 2009 at 23:40
Vackert skrivet!