R.I.P

Well. The weekend is here. But what a strange way to recieve it.

So I woke up this morning to news that Michael Jackson has passed away at the age of 50.

Now... I don't consider myself to be a fan of Michael Jackson. But he IS Michael Jackson. Even if you didn't listen to his music religiously, you would still have heard of him, known a copy of his famous songs and of course, seen his famous dance moves before. I think everyone of my generation, and the generation before ours, grew up with that in built notion that Michael Jackson WAS the King of Pop. We were conditioned to believe that, and nevermind that his later days were plagued by nasty allegations and rumors and failed comebacks, the fact remains that he IS the one and only Michael Jackson and he IS the King of Pop. So his passing feels like the passing of a distant relative... there's this part of you that can't help but feel sad for this unfortunate development.

I think the most unfortunate thing about his sudden death was that he was actually in the midst of preparing his series of farewell concerts in London. Its a pity he will never get the chance to perform the last swansong that he deserves to have, the last chance to go out with a bang, the last chance to savor the love of his fans. I think its awfully sad that the King had to have his last curtain call this unfortunate way.

May he rest in peace.