RIP, Michael Jackson.
I HATED his squeaky voice as part of the Jackson Five, as a kid. Never could understand the appeal, at all.
Then he matured into a great performer, from the dance moves to the music, until at his peak when topping the charts and the grammies (around the time of Thriller, the biggest-selling record in history), he deserved the moniker of "The King of Pop".
Musically, he didn't really evolve past his peak. I think it all went downhill from there. We began to learn about the price he had paid psychologically for that early childhood success and the pressures that were put on him at far too early an age. He went too far into plastic surgery, trying to become a "white Diana Ross", until his face looked positively abnormal. Accusations of child molestation, admissions of sleeping with young boys (at least, literally). The --apparently sham-- marriage to Lisa Marie Presley. The bizarre act of dangling his adopted child off the balcony of a hotel. It seemed he couldn't escape negative publicity about mental abberations.
From a man envied for the wealth that could buy him his own private amusement park, to a man derided for a sick fixation on his appearance, childhood and little-boy-dom. From one of the world's richest performers, to a huge debtor. Ah, how the once mighty had fallen!
Over time, the negative news just piled up and swamped everything else, in many peoples' minds. None of us can fully understand what must have gone on in Michael Jackson's mind as he went through all of this; what it must have been like to BE Michael Jackson. Perhaps the stresses of it all (the debts, the lawsuits, etc...) affected his health and contributed to his death at only 50 years of age.
I have no malice, nor any envy, for the guy. For his sake, I hope he has finally found some peace. RIP, Michael Jackson.
Too bad he'll be remembered not only for some great music, but for personal flaws, perhaps best exemplified by the attached pics.