OffTheWall1979;2861434 said:
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I am talking about people who are atleast 18+ and who didn't care shit about Michael when it mattered and now, when it's too late, they come around claiming they are the world's biggest fan and posting 1000+ on this forum for example. It's disgusting and they can't possibly understand the saddness the real fans feel. But, as you say, people can become a fan after he died, of course, particularly they young ones but still, I promise you, there are many, and I mean many, persons who hated him in 2005 and now "love him".
Tis ist not so easy and universally valid OTW; there is not only black and white.
I feel not unsound by your sentences because I to myself has already said.
Briefly I want to tell about myself:
I become 62 years in few months and, therefore, could have perceived theoretically Michael from his childhood.
Between 1960 and 1969 I was in a Catholic boarding school: There was no television.
Nevertheless, I have seen the J5 once on holiday in a music broadcasting. Michael none was still 10 years old. I did not like their song, I did not like their formation dancing and to me did not like that there a small boy sang expertly and trimmed like an adult.
Then I have forgotten them.
The second spot met to me was when Michael sang on television the song "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough". Again I did not like him.His vacal situation was too high and the dinner jacket and his fly disturbed me. He seemed to me like „mummies darling“; adapted and clean-substantially.
You must know: It was in 1971/72. I studied, in the meantime, in Berlin and it was the time of the student revolts; we demonstrated, we have had battles with the police, and while we stood in yellow mackintoshes before the water cannons, little Michael with dinner jacket ….To be enthusiastic inconceivable about him, because there were there quite different musicians who appealed to us even more.
About in 1980 around I was ready with the university and became a good girl again. My work dealt with it what I had learnt: Old (antique) history and philosophy.
And I have done this work with constantly growing enthusiasm and it was only interrupted when I was politically active during 5 years.
My music interest was completely aimed on classical music.
Michael's process has passed me in 2005: I have got of it nothing.
In spring, 2009 I have anew organised my "book room" and have thrown away a lot. Besides, a political magazine fell to me from October, 2005 in the hand. While paging through I bumped into an article which dealt with the justice practise in the USA. Michael's process was introduced there; it was a very good article.
I read him, thought: „Poor guy“ … and threw away the magazine. Michael had not reached me yet.
Then my friend told me that Michael had died, and, besides, she cried. I did not understand first and attacked of late thoughts, why she had cried.
I sat down on the computer and typed with Google "Michael Jackson".
This was at 6/26/2009 in the late evening.
And from this evening I got in a suction when I read on the Internet site of "Friendship to Friedship" about Michael's life and suffer .
Michael has partial resemblances to some figures from the old Greek tragedies (a little bit king Oedipus of the modern age …, however, also Antigone …). However, Michael also has resemblances to figures of Kafka: He IS „Josef K. from the „process“.
I have laboriously translated to me all his song texts beginning with „Off The Wall“ into German. And thus I have slowly found my access to Michael.
I cannot catch my feelings which I had with all my brisk in right words.
Then after 4 months I have ventured to announce in a forum in Germany, after I had found out before also in the archive of this forum.
And now I am here... not because I feel as a great Michael's fan, but because I cannot stop dealing with Michael Jackson.
Now, this is my history with Michael, OffTheWall … With me at the beginning stood the comparison with literary figures. Then it went on step by step. And I still see no end, because it is without shore.
Other people have to tell another stories.
(Sorry! My English is awful; I can better read then write it. But I'm learning...)