Too late ...
Funny how you realize things about certain people once they're gone. Too late that is. For one, you realize that you'll miss them.
I never really had a favorite male singer. Bands? Sure. I never even asked myself if I had a favorite male singer. I never realized I had one until Michael Jakson passed away last week. HE was my favorite male singer. It just hit me. Let's just say that I was unfaithful to him and to his music for a very long period of time. Too long as it happens. I 'woke up' too late (which, I hate to admit it, is not unusual for me).
Maybe I was too young -after all he reached the peak of his career around the time I was born. Besides I wasn't born in an English-speaking country, so I wasn't exactly 'equipped' to understand what he was saying and why in the first place. I didn't have the tools required to be able to relate properly to his music.
Maybe I was too immature for his songs.
Maybe I was too influenced by the media at the time to be able to appreciate the man and his music objectively without being brainwashed with all the rumors and controversies surrounding his life and career.
It makes me sound pretty foolish, saying this right now, after he passed away...
It's like "Oh yeah right, you're like millions of other people right now, everybody's an MJ fan"
"How couldn't you possibly know during all this time?"
My answer is I don't know. And it's not like that at all.
The only album I own is HIStory. I bought it when it came out. I missed all the live stuff of course, something that I've been regretting very deeply these past few days.
One thing I remember though is that I bought a postcard around the time Dangerous was released. It was the album cover. I was young. I kept it for a very long time in my diary. Didn't understand it or anything. I wasn't ready for him just yet. He was just that weird singer guy with a scary face, suspiciously touching his crotch and letting out little screams while dancing. I was blinded by the media and ended up missing all of his oeuvre -with the exception of Thriller and Billie Jean maybe, which, by the way, are not my favorite songs to this date.
Now I am ready for him. I understand. I can feel, hear and see the amazing performer that he was, still is and will always be without paying attention to the rest.
Better late than never. But still... :'(
Live long, Moonwalker
I never really had a favorite male singer. Bands? Sure. I never even asked myself if I had a favorite male singer. I never realized I had one until Michael Jakson passed away last week. HE was my favorite male singer. It just hit me. Let's just say that I was unfaithful to him and to his music for a very long period of time. Too long as it happens. I 'woke up' too late (which, I hate to admit it, is not unusual for me).
Maybe I was too young -after all he reached the peak of his career around the time I was born. Besides I wasn't born in an English-speaking country, so I wasn't exactly 'equipped' to understand what he was saying and why in the first place. I didn't have the tools required to be able to relate properly to his music.
Maybe I was too immature for his songs.
Maybe I was too influenced by the media at the time to be able to appreciate the man and his music objectively without being brainwashed with all the rumors and controversies surrounding his life and career.
It makes me sound pretty foolish, saying this right now, after he passed away...
It's like "Oh yeah right, you're like millions of other people right now, everybody's an MJ fan"
"How couldn't you possibly know during all this time?"
My answer is I don't know. And it's not like that at all.
The only album I own is HIStory. I bought it when it came out. I missed all the live stuff of course, something that I've been regretting very deeply these past few days.
One thing I remember though is that I bought a postcard around the time Dangerous was released. It was the album cover. I was young. I kept it for a very long time in my diary. Didn't understand it or anything. I wasn't ready for him just yet. He was just that weird singer guy with a scary face, suspiciously touching his crotch and letting out little screams while dancing. I was blinded by the media and ended up missing all of his oeuvre -with the exception of Thriller and Billie Jean maybe, which, by the way, are not my favorite songs to this date.
Now I am ready for him. I understand. I can feel, hear and see the amazing performer that he was, still is and will always be without paying attention to the rest.
Better late than never. But still... :'(
Live long, Moonwalker