The King is dead - Long live the King

I'm thinking hard on how to start this post as every beginning that comes to my mind seems a cliché. It's always that way when You're dealing with something great. One feels speechless and overwhelmed when it comes to embracing it. That's why one can only focus on a small part of it, on one's own experience, on one's emotions. An no doubt Michael Jackson has been, is and will always be great. And it's really chalenging to write something that is not banal. To escape it, I will just drop few lines. The rest will stay deep inside me.
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I remember listening to Michael Jackson's music back in my early school years. It was a frenzy hearing such music from pirate tapes (I come from Poland and those where the first years of capitalism after the cummunist era), looking at Michael's faces staring from the posters on my wall and watching his great videoclips. All my first musical infatuations came along with the platonic love for the idol. He was sooo handsome, so talented, the hell of a dancer ... . But when I started to mature, leaving those childlish obsession behind, the true value of that fascinanting music came into light. Countless times it made me shiver in excitement, gave me pure pleasure of listening to those genuinly mesmerizing tunes. Michael Jackson was a great artist and his work will be recognizable for ages.
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Apart from his artistic creation, he was an exeptional, oversensitive man, who was definately overwhelmed by the life he was living. A controversial person who was accused of many things, but also given a boundless love. The mystery man, who lived the life in camera flashes, but has never revealed himself totally. Whatever is Your attitude towards Michael Jackson - the man, Micheal Jackson - the artist- will undeniably always be special and unique.
Rest In Peace My King.