The Curse of Genius
It takes a lot to mean something to everyone, it takes genius.
You know where you were when you heard that song.
One of those albums is the soundtrack to the summer/winter/time of your life.
He was the only other English speaking artist your parents knew about apart from Bob Marley.
You tried to mimic him, you were glued to the screen for Smooth Criminal.
Your Aunty who doesn’t speak English has a dusty vinyl in her house and thinks she knows the words to Billie Jean.
Problem is, that kind of genius is cursed. Cursed to fame, cursed to despair, cursed to vanity, cursed with money and ultimately cursed never to have a peaceful death.
They sacrifice our boundaries of ‘sanity’ to give us something we can’t give ourselves, but in doing so, they become the worst of what we are.
He didn’t have my respect in the latter days of his life, but his memory will always have the utmost respect in my heart.