R.I.P. Michael Jackson

"In the world of pop music, there is Michael Jackson and there is everybody else"

The news that he died came to my ears on Bishevo Island, far away from the civilized world and internet access. I remember it was a gloomy rainy day and this was quite a depressing moment.
Some heaviness lay on my soul. It made me turn back time into the year 1997 when lady Di passed away. I remember that moment I heard the news. I was on a plane to Moscow, and a couple of days later, while I was dining out in a traditional russian restaurant, everybody, I mean literally EVERYBODY, was watching the memorial service on TV. All TV's were turned on for that reason. Strange feeling it was. The awareness of death of such a world popular figure.
Yesterday, while back in civilized Ljubljana, I spent hours and hours youtubing for his old Thriller album, my favourite, watching the documentary (Martin Bashir: Living with Michael Jackson, I was quite annoyed with the way Bashir was questioning Michael, he seemed to be determined to make him a bad guy) and thinking what a poor soul he was, destroyed by the cruelty of the media, journalists, paparazzi... Fame is a strange thing really.
I would never want to be in his shoes.
But nevertheless he's the King and it seems he will stay this way.