Reports are early, but apparently, the King of Pop Michael Jackson died today in Los Angeles after being rushed to the hospital in cardiac arrest.
It’s sad - he was so young. I remember when I was age six, wearing one sparkly glove, desperately wishing for a red leather jacket with multiple zippers, and thinking he was just the coolest thing ever.
His was certainly a unique and interesting individual with a life lived under the microscope, but whatever his choices, whatever difficulties he faced, whatever rumors about him and whether they were true or not - he was a tremendously talented singer and dancer, and a gifted entertainer and performer.
We have copies of Michael Jackson’s autobiography, Moonwalk, some of which are signed, inscribed or autographed by Michael Jackson, available, for those who would like to have a piece of memorabilia. Not for long, probably.
I’m going to go listen to Black or White and Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ - my two favourite Jacko songs - now.
