Isn't it strange when someone iconic or famous dies? Even if we didn't know the deceased personally, it still effects us and we still try almost obsessively to gather all of the information we possibly can. It is such a strange phenomenon.

I am just as guilty as the rest of 'em for getting sucked in...and it's nearly impossible not to! Every radio station I listened to (including NPR) spent the majority of their day talking about the life and times of Michael Jackson and his music and the legacy he left behind. Every Internet page you visit has a tribute or a timeline or updates. Every newspapaer has his face on the cover.

And I've had his songs stuck in my head since I heard the news.

After I heard about the death of Michael Jackson (and I felt like such an insider, knowing about it before most of the people with whom I am aquainted - which possibly means I have too much time on my hands), I suddenly was stricken with the realization of how much I really do enjoy his music. It was never something I sought out while he was alive and I, like the general masses, kind of thought of him as a strange, perverted person who's fame got the best of him. But the instant I heard of his passing, no thoughts of his questionable past even entered my mind. No "good riddance" or anything like that. It was more about how sad it is that nothing new will ever come into the world from this massively talented human being. And I am glad that the media coverage of the whole thing has been mostly focused on his revolutionary ways in the music industry and the legacy he leaves behind than his checkered past.

R.I.P. Michael Jackson. Your music will keep on keepin' on, because the people love what you were capable of!!