MJ

Yesterday marked the one-year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death.

I've refrained from blogging about him until now, but maybe this is the time for me to admit that I never got Michael Jackson, musically. I never heard the genius. All I heard was standard pop music. Which I almost always find boring.

Part of my problem with his stuff is, the actual music is only part of it. There's the dancing and the other crap that goes on during his shows. That's something I have no interest in, all the choreographed nonsense. For a music act it all boils down to one thing---is the music any good? If that answer is "no" then you can have all the dancers, lasers, elaborate stages, video screens, whatever, but it won't be very interesting to me.

I guess the rest of it is it's just not my cup of tea. I just didn't hear anything in his stuff that interested me.

I got no problem with his fans--those who want to mark the anniversary of his death, who still mourn him and want to celebrate his life. Good for you. I totally understand that part--this past year has been rough on me, too, with some of *my* icons dying. Peter Steele, Ronnie James Dio, Paul Gray . . . their deaths hit me, really hard, so I understand what it feels like. Not to mention the grief I felt over the years over John Lennon, Bon Scott . . . so, do what you feel like you must.

Just, please, don't inflict his music on me.