Remembering the Thrill

In the past 15-20 years, Michael Jackson had become a caricature of himself. Whenever his name was mentioned on the evening news, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. It seemed as if there was an endless supply of those other shoes (or should I say, in his case, other gloves?).

On June 25, 2009, all that changed. On June 25, we forgot, or at least pushed aside, all the other stuff that seemed to swirl around him like a whirlwind. We remember only the brilliance of his artistry.

In the pantheon of the "gods of rock" there are three artists/groups that rise above all others. Elvis Presley. The Beatles. Michael Jackson. Can any of us "mere mortals" proclaim that any one of the three was any greater than the rest?

Of course, as friends have pointed out... Michael owned the Beatles Catalog. And he married Elvis' daughter.