After a flurry of unconfirmed reports (well, reports only by TMZ, which was apparently good enough for pretty much nobody on a topic this big), the L.A. Times confirmed that Michael Jackson died today. He was 50. The New York Times ArtsBeat blog is getting updated very frequently with further information.
I heard the news on Twitter, where speedy updates about Jackson’s condition have been replaced by memories and great links to YouTube videos, photos and more highlights of an incredible career. Comments about Jackson quickly overtook posts about Farrah Fawcett (RIP, Charlie’s angel!) and news out of Iran with remarkable but unsurprising speed. There’s a ton of coverage out there, which makes sense; is there any pop music fan, at least within a certain age range, to whom Jackson wasn’t relevant at some moment or another?
I’ve stopped paying attention to Jackson in recent years, other than to marvel, momentarily, that he, Prince and Madonna had all reached or passed the 50-year milestone. Really? Really. But I distinctly remember buying Thriller on LP when I was a kid. I think I bought it in a department store; I seem to remember racks of clothing surrounding the little LP-shelf island. At some point each week, we could bring records to school to listen to, on headphones, with friends, and my kid-self was very excited to bring that one in and tap my little feet in time with “Beat It.”
What’s your earliest â€” or best â€”Â Michael Jackson memory?
And who else votes for a day of wearing single sequined gloves in his honor?