[Today: Saying goodbye to the King of Pop...]

Michael Jackson died yesterday at age 50, and the news left me strangely unmoved. No shock, grief, or schadenfreude, just a nagging hum of nostalgia for the days when Jackson’s notoriety was primarily to do with music, rather than plastic surgery or out-of-court settlements. He became the Citizen Kane of our times, trapped within the walls of his own exorbitant fame, a star among stars, but personally impoverished by the experience. His 1979 album Off The Wall sold nearly 8,000,000 copies – a huge number of records, but a mere blip compared with what was coming. Thriller of course, went platinum 28 times over and, along with the accompanying MTV videos, catapulted Jackson into the outer stratosphere of stardom. He would never return to earth.
But Off The Wall is Jackson’s real masterpiece, in part because its imperfections haven’t all been air-brushed away. Released at the tail end of the extended dance party that was the 70’s, this is very much a disco album. ‘Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough’ and ‘Rock With You’ would fit comfortably within the boundaries of the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. ‘Working Day And Night’ ‘Burn This Disco Out’ ‘Get On The Floor’ and the title track were almost as good, and can still reliably fill any dancefloor. Unlike the more mature story lines of some of his later music (including paternity suits, physical confrontation and psychological soul-searching), these songs were all about dancing and having a good time. This music was created before Jackson got completely strung up in the web of fame, and here he sings with a youthful exhilaration that was missing from his later work.
Thriller shifted an unprecedented number of units, but Off The Wall remains the more rewarding listen. Because of the tabloid trainwreck that Jackson’s life turned into after Thriller, much of that album now sounds like unintentional comedy (‘P.Y.T.’, which can’t be heard with a straight face) or tragedy (‘Human Nature’, which chronicles his wish to walk down the street like a normal person), and the music is weighed down by the circus of his life. But Off The Wall is a whole different story. Just look at that cover. That’s the Michael Jackson worth remembering – a young guy with a sparkle in his eye, full of the magic he was making, and ready to rock the world.
RIP MJ…
Listen: Off The Wall
Listen: Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough
Listen: Working Day And Night
Tags: disco, Michael Jackson, Off The Wall, Saturday Night Fever, Thriller
26 June 2009 at 3:45 pm |
http://www.theonion.com/content/news/king_of_pop_dead_at_12?utm_source=a-section
26 June 2009 at 4:30 pm |
True that, Furr.
26 June 2009 at 8:27 pm |
I regret the loss of the King of Pop Michael Jackson! Jacko is a legend. Its my idol – I miss u. I hope he gets where he is now, finally in peace.
Leave also your last greeting at Michael Jackson on our site, thanks.
a big and now sad fan
26 June 2009 at 8:45 pm |
when reporting MJ’s death yesterday, npr said he sold 750 million records around the world. that unfathomable figure has remained in my head ever since.
still, as a human, he never had a chance. he was ruined by those supposedly closest to him — at first, his family…as time went on, his ‘friends.’ elvis, version 2.0.
i never saw any artist make more people smile.
and even though the world lost michael a long time ago, it is quite tragic to realize that getting him back truly no longer is a possibility.
27 June 2009 at 12:38 am |
I came across the 750 million figure in a NY Times article, and didn’t use it here because it was impossible for me to wrap my head around a figure that big. It just looks like a typo because it’s so out of proportion to every other record sales figure you see, including heavyweights like Elvis and The Beatles. That number really speaks to MJ’s worldwide popularity…
28 June 2009 at 2:21 pm |
I, too, haven’t been as moved as I thought I would be–probably because I struggle between the genius of the smiling little Jackson 5/Thriller Michael vs. the creepy child molesting, baby-dangling, surgical mask Michael of the past 15 years. But I dunno, I think even in the photograph on Off the Wall, there’s something haunting and sad behind his smile. I don’t think he was ever particularly someone who was comfortable in his own skin.
Anyway, I’ve missed most of the media hoopla surrounding his death because I’ve been out of town, but my Michael Mourning Moment came Friday night when I was in a Chicago gay bar surrounded by little twinkie gay boys who didn’t look a day over 25. The big-screen TVs in the bar were playing MJ video after MJ video, and although 90% of the people in the bar likely weren’t even alive when Thriller came out, he had the whole place jumping.
May the moonwalking be just as smooth wherever you are now, Michael.
28 June 2009 at 2:52 pm |
Word Magazine editor David Hepworth has posted some brilliant thoughts about what death might mean for the Michael Jackson industry…
http://whatsheonaboutnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-death-just-start-for-michael-jackson.html
Meanwhile, the NY Times wonders if Jackson’s mega-stardom is repeatable in the Internet age:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/28/weekinreview/28segal.html?hpw