Mind you, apparently the media never noticed either, as he’s still called “The King Of Pop” for no coherent reason, decades after he stopped having any real effect on the music world.
Anywho, you could see the first twinges of – for lack of a better word – “madness,” really, when he did that Captain Eo thingy for Disney, when he played about the least likely SF hero ever. Sure, much of the stupidity in that short was a) because it was done for Disney and, b) because it was done mostly to show off 3D special effects. But the fact that Michael actually seemed to think he was some sort of space superhero came through.
Then a couple of years later came Moonwalker – perhaps the most ego-trip film ever made that showed somewhere other then YouTube. And apparently Michael wanted to show he just wasn’t a “gangster,” or a super space hero, but he was really a giant robot too…
And as the Ninety’s – and later the Zeroy’s – wore on, the man just went from one bit of weird-ass shit to another. I won’t bother repeating all of it, because everyone pretty much knows it anyway (even if only to deny parts of it), and because it’s what makes up the “Joke Clich é” that is Michael Jackson.
Now he’s going to get a huge funeral and people will be going on for weeks about how great he was, how terrible his loss was, etc. Really, though, what he was was a pretty good singer and a really good dancer, whose heyday was over before a good chunk of the world was even born.
So to sum, kinda sorry he died, but no more than for the other 145,999 who joined him that day, many of whom probably had more beneficial effects on the world than “The King Of Pop” did.
1 That, honestly, I only listened/listen to on purpose when “Weird Al” sang/sings them…