Remembering Michael Jackson: The End of an Era

Why Michael? Of all the people in the world, why him? Why not? Is it real? What happened? When will there be answers? Who is responsible? I keep running these questions over and over again in my head. And it doesn't get any easier. But reality is setting in. And the fact of the matter is that the greatest performer of all time, and a true cultural icon is gone forever. But luckily, he leaves us a wonderful collection of music that will continue to influence the coming generations.



There will never be another Michael Jackson. People, we are witnessing the end of an era. This is it for the world of music for a long time. I don't know of anybody that is big enough or dedicated enough to fill those glittering black shoes. Who harnesses a level of popularity and the ability to bring together the masses in the way that he did? Who has that cross-generational touch capturing hearts in all corners of the world? Who can sell out a show with one million viewers total in just hours? No one. Music just died today. And there is no revival on the horizon.



It's a cold, black day in societal hell when someone of this caliber is removed from this life to enter into one so complex and far away from the rest of us that are living. None of us can begin to contemplate our own deaths. And for people like Michael Jackson that seem immortal or invincible to the world, it's even more difficult to fathom. On some levels, it doesn't make sense. But what we all witnessed June 25th was the vulnerability of the human body. We are not invincible. No amount of money can remove that expiration date attached to us.



I, myself have been immersed in the deepest, darkest crevices of my own mind exploring the possibility of a closer expiration date for myself. It's scary and depressing, but we all have thought about it. How will we go? Will it hurt? What is death like? And when this immortal being that was Michael Jackson took off the flesh, I'm sure it stirred up the emotions and played upon the darkest fears of the millions that have followed his career spanning 3 decades plus.


For a man that did so much, I think that society did him a great disservice many times. And now that he's gone, people call him a hero and a great. But the same people made his time and dwelling on this Earth a nightmare, forcing him into isolation, depression, and a reclusive solitude. This man was robbed on so many levels. But he kept giving right on up until the end. And my heart is broken. I'm not one that usually collapses and cries over celebrity deaths. But for a person who was so gifted, a true genius, with so much to offer all of us with his talents, it hurt to lose him. Eventually we will all be able to put the piece together again and move on. Earth will spin again. But it will be one person short. And he will not go unnoticed.