I wasn't a Michael Jackson fan, although his dance moves blew me away. But I haven't responded to any pop music since the Beatles. I listen to jazz, classical, blues, most of it recorded half a century or longer ago.
I can't help but be reminded, however, how much the death of pop icons contrasts to the death of some of my friends. A few years ago, a gathering to spread the ashes of one drew less than a dozen folks. Yes, he was a quiet man, something of a loner, but a damn good man. More than a dozen mourned his passing but I wonder how many remember him as I do, and how often. He died not with a bang but a whimper, disappearing, and the truth is, few noticed the difference. Many die this way. Here today, gone tomorrow.
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