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A blackbird singing outside my window woke me up. Switched on the TV, and Michael Jackson’s death was breaking news.

I know all his hits, I like his performances, love the music videos (Thriller directed by John Landis, In The Closet with Naomi Campbell, Jam with Michael Jordan, Black or White which introduced morphing to masses, They Don’t Care About Us directed by Spike Lee, Remember The Time with Eddie Murphy & Magic Johnson), I absolutely adore Will You Be There, the Free Willy theme, which even today transports be back to the magical era when I was a free-wheeling free willy. But I was never a big MJ fan, and the intensity of my grief took me by surprise.

I sat in front of the TV stunned and sad…it was as if somebody we knew and grew up with was no more. I needed to talk to the guys but I was scared words would stick to my throat… I started texting…The King is dead, Long Live the King.

PS: Doesn’t the video links kind of sum his life…Thriller through Remember The Time

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