First I was in shock, and for several hours I've been sad. It's really hard to believe Michael Jackson is dead. I wanted to believe he could perform one last tour and restore his tarnished image. But, this really is it... it's over now. We have what we have. Fabulous music videos, amazing CD's and I have three books about him -- "Unauthorized" the controversial 1994 biography; "Dancing the Dream" a beautiful 1992 full color pictorial of his life, and the 1991 "Magic and Madness" first edition of the "scandal" biography (it was updated in 2003, I believe.) In the days and weeks to come there will be new revelations -- some insightful treasures, but mostly trash. Neverland will become like Graceland, a Mecca for fans.
How do I feel? Numb. What did MJ mean to me? Yes, he was odd and eccentric, but aren't all great geniuses? Mozart, da Vinci, Tesla, even Siddhartha Gautama (Buddha) was odd. I'm not surprised he died young. He was fragile and probably frail. Look what he has been through. Who could endure such scrutiny and constant emotional assault? If it is possible to Rest in Peace, I hope he can. Namaste MJ!

