Nothing else happened today. June 25, 2009 will always be the day that Michael Jackson died.
In the coming days you'll hear about the music he made, the videos he dazzled the world with, and the Guiness world records he set and broke. You will hear about Thriller, the biggest selling record of all time; and We Are The World, a record that tried to heal the land. You will hear about how on 6 out of 7 continents; over excited concert goers who spoke little or no English cried, fainted and had to be carried out of concerts. Concerts that they had paid good money to see from begining to end. They were overcome by being in the presence of unrefined raw genius. You'll hear the other stuff too, the personal stuff.
But nothing you will hear will compare to the sound, the vibration really, of that sonic boom that started in the emergency room at the UCLA Medical Center and sent ripples around the globe. An emotional tsunami of grief. It was the sound of the collective hearts of three generations breaking today. Our hearts didn't all break at once though. They broke one at a time, like falling dominoes as the word passed from one to another. "Did you hear...?"
He is gone, our only consolation is that he left us with a catalogue of music that will live as long as the children of the eighties do. His legacy will live on as long a people love good music. The king is dead. Long live the king.
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