Med Michael i minnet

Är fortfarande milt men märkbart tagen av gårdagens dödsbesked. Någonstans finns förstås gränsen för hur många runor, analyser och bitska skämt om Michaels liv och död som man orkar läsa, men dit har jag inte nått ännu. Jag är inte mättad. Andres Lokko skriver fint om en förlorad barndom i SvD, läs det. Så här skrev jag om Jackson när han fyllde 50 år. Så här skrev han själv om sin barndom en gång i tiden:

Have you seen my childhood? I'm searching for the world that I come from. 'Cause I've been looking around, in the lost and found of my heart. No one understands me. They view it as such strange eccentricities. 'Cause I keep kidding around, like a child, but pardon me... People say I'm not okay', cause I love such elementary things. It's been my fate to compensate, for the childhood I've never known.

Have you seen my childhood? I'm searching for that wonder in my youth. Like pirates in adventurous dreams, of conquest and kings on the throne. Before you judge me, try hard to love me, look within your heart then ask: Have you seen my childhood?

People say I'm strange that way, 'cause I love such elementary things. It's been my fate to compensate, for the childhood I've never known. Have you seen my childhood? I'm searching for that wonder in my youth. Like fantastical stories to share, the dreams I would dare, watch me fly!

Before you judge me, try hard to love me. The painful youth I've had. Have you seen my childhood?

- Michael Jackson, 1995.