| Our hearts have been heavy for about a week now since the news broke 
              that pop star, Michael Jackson, died suddenly from a heart attack 
              (of some sort). Everything, and when I say everything - I mean EVERYTHING, 
              has been bumped from the news cycle.  Not 
              just the 24 hour news cycle, or even the 72 hour news cycle, I mean 
              for seven days straight, it’s been about the “King of Pop.” People used to joke about how large Michael Jackson was. They thought 
              it was “hype,” even some megalomania playing out. But you never 
              know how much you love something or someone until it’s gone. All 
              week, television, cable networks, radio stations and night clubs 
              - around the world have been paying tribute to Michael Jackson. 
              Some people are bigger in death than they were in life as the martyr 
              effect takes greater hold of our emotions and memories as time moves 
              on. I don’t know if that will be the case for Michael Jackson. Since 
              the time we first laid eyes on him, Michael Jackson was the baddest 
              entertainer we ever saw. Maybe it’s a generational effect that affects every generation - I doubt 
              it. There are few that defined American culture, even fewer that 
              defined world culture. Of those few, I totally missed Frank Sinatra’s 
              prime (though I’m not sure I really wanted to see it), caught Elvis 
              while I was young but wasn’t impressed. The Beatles were the big 
              bang of rock culture so it affected me when John Lennon was killed 
              in 1980. But Michael Jackson’s music is the soundtrack of your life 
              if you were born between 1955 and 1965. You could also include 1975 
              and 1985 if you really wanted to.  You 
              know, every generation thinks their life was harder, their leaders 
              were greater and their music was the best. If you doubt it, just 
              put four generations in a room (like I can) and ask the question, 
              who was (is) the greatest entertainer ever? My grandfather will 
              tell you, Cab Calloway, my father would tell you Sammy Davis, Jr. 
              and my son would tell you Usher (!!??). But for my generation, there 
              was nobody better, coming or going, than Michael Jackson. Not taking 
              anything from the others, but while they may have defined their 
              generation’s music - none of them defined their generation’s culture. 
              It terms of people of color, Michael Jackson was the Jackie Robinson 
              of entertainment. He didn’t just break the colorline, he obliterated 
              it. He changed the music game.
 From the time he was 12 years old, when I first saw him at the Forum 
              in Los Angeles with his brothers (my mother must have spend a week’s 
              pay to send us), or saw him at Dodger Stadium during the Victory 
              Tour or at the Sport Arena (and Madison Square Garden) during the 
              Bad Tour, there was no one greater than Mike. I never even thought 
              about buying a red leather jacket before I saw Mike’s. Never 
              quite bought into the glove, or the high water pants, but it didn’t 
              matter. In fact, the Madison Square Garden performance was the greatest 
              single performance I ever witnessed. It was the night after the Grammys, and after dominating the Grammys 
              with the greatest selling album of all-time, Thriller, Jackson’s 
              follow-up album, BAD, didn’t win a single grammy (even though 
              it is the only album in history to have five (5) number one singles 
              released from it). Of course, there was some “hateration” going 
              on. Michael Jackson didn’t say a word. He just came out the next 
              night and gave the performance of his life. People after the concert 
              just said, “G*dDAMN, that Michael Jackson is a bad muthaf----!!!” 
              He spellbound the crowd, and from there, he went on to spellbound 
              the world. Michael Jackson’s discography is huge. This week, they’ve played music 
              I had forgotten about. It was like, “Dang, I remember that.” We 
              get so inundated with Off The Wall, Thriller and Bad, you 
              tend to forget all the music that came before and after it. Michael 
              Jackson, through his music, will live forever. His influence on 
              the music industry, the video industry, the clothing industry and 
              merchandising industry will never be forgotten. Mike was a brand 
              before branding became popular. We got “Michael fatigue” not because 
              we got tired of the music (we never got tired of the music), it 
              was because we got tired of seeing him - he was so heavy in rotation. Even when Michael Jackson changed himself, we never changed on him. Even 
              when he put himself in “situations,” we rooted for him. We might 
              not have left our kids with him or liked the eccentric behavior 
              very much, but we never stopped loving him or his music. And wherever 
              he showed up, we stopped and watched. Why? Because Michael Jackson 
              was the baddest thing we ever saw. Excitement personified. Our generation 
              lost a part of itself last week. The person who sang the soundtrack 
              of our generation left us to enjoy our memories in his memory. He 
              was so bad, he asked you the question, because he knew that you 
              knew the answer. Who’s BAD? We will miss him terribly, but we will treasure him always. BlackCommentator.com Columnist, Dr. Anthony Asadullah Samad, is a national columnist, managing 
              director of the Urban Issues Forum and author of Saving The Race: Empowerment Through Wisdom. 
              His Website is AnthonySamad.com. 
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