The King of Pop died today.I knew about it while at work. The stunning news was a virtually incessant content of TV as well as conversation. It struck a melancholic chord among my contemporaries and I.
I feel fortunate to have been an 80s kid, growing up with his music, but I have never seen him perform live.
He had a concert in the Philippines in 1996 but I didn't have enough money to watch him then.
When I came to the US about a couple years ago, I vowed to be there once he stages a comeback.
Now I have the means, but the king is no more. I wish I had borrowed money then so I could have seen him in concert.
I have admittedly been bothered by his personal troubles and eccentric behavior but I remain an ardent admirer of his worldly pop music.
He is a great loss to people whose lives he touched and made a little better through the sheer power of his music.
