Cassie, Musings of a Cheshire Tart

I was undecided whether to publish this post or not, but here goes …
Michael Jackson was one of the big heros of my youth and his musical talent and genius makes him a legend, however he was also a very disturbed individual. The question I often ask is: “Without the musical success and million grossing income, would he have been this messed up?”

The early half of the eighties was my D-I-S-C-O period, I have always loved to dance and still do. God, I remember being bowled over by a guy who mimed to PTY for me and Thriller still features in my top 10 albums. 

Michael Jackson has certainly touched my life, but not dominated it and after Bad I started to lose interest a bit, but he was never completly off my radar and I losely followed the development of this child genius to a musically brilliant but lonely, disturbed man all my life. 

I don’t know if he was guilty of the crimes he was accused of or if he simply was a very sad man who was trying to live the childhood he missed out on, through those little boys. We often see evil in the things we cannot understand and it is human nature to mistrust actions and behaviour we cannot rationalise . If he is guilty it is maddening that he escaped punishment, if he is innocent it is a shame he was so missunderstood and I for one don’t feel I know enough to stand in judgement.

Genius tends to come with a price and so does fame and money. Look at autism, sufferers all have a special talent and a large number of the best comedians and entertainers suffered from clinical depression.
Michael cannot have had a carefree childhood performing and touring with his family and later his growing success and celebrity must have separated him from normal youths and their lives and this isolation will have continued through out his adult life.
Looking at the mutilations the star put himself through scream to me of a plea for acceptance and a search for normalcy. He desperately wanted to conform to the image of what is attractive, the all american kid – not the arfo american wunderkind.
He wanted to be loved and accepted as a person, but how could he really know if people were nice to him because they liked him or just because of who he was and his wealth. I often wonder if he sought out the company of young children, because they are not yet influenced by such motivations.

Well, whatever I think of the person Michael, his talent enriched my life and his untimely demise is a great loss for the music world.
                                              

The way I rememeber Michael

Thank you for the music Michael,

                      RIP x