Since the time he burst on the music scene, he had people tapping to his chartbusters, trying to replicate his inimitable moonwalking and robot technique, doing a karaoke to his high-pitched tenor.
His popularity index spanned generations – I should know – my Mum and I would both karaoke with equal gusto to his tenor (I must confess that my Mum was better).
Last night, Michael Jackson – virtuoso unparalleled, breathed his last in LA because of a fatal cardiac arrest. All attempts to resuscitate him failed.
While people loved and loathed him in equal measure, his death has no doubt dealt a crippling blow to the music industry, more so, since millions of fans were eagerly awaiting his 50 concert performances – a musical extravaganza called This Is It, scheduled to begin from July 13, '09, continuing well into March 2010, at London’s hip O2 arena.
Many called him Jacko the Wacko, troubled crooner, bizarre, creepy paedophilic, one who was at constant loggerheads with his roots (many cosmetic surgeons from LA would vouch for this), and a celebrated ‘success’ at ‘failed’ marriages and relationships.
While opinions may vary, one fact remains though - Michael Jackson was, and will remain forever - the undisputed King of Pop.
R.I.P.
We will mss you.
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