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He was the Mozart of our time. I pulled out the Jacksons album "Triumph" the other day, the one that had the singles "Can You Feel It" and "Heartbreak Hotel" , the back cover has a statement about peacocks, written by Michael Jackson: "Through the ages, the peacock has been honored and praised for its attractive, illustrious beauty.

In all the bird family, the peacock is the only species that integrates all colors into one, and displays this radiance of fire only when in love. We, like the peacock, try to integrate all races into one, through the love and power of music" If he viewed himself well, the Jackson Five actually , as a peacock, then the rest of the world surely viewed MJ as a phoenix.

A phoenix is a mythical bird with a colourful plumage and a purple and gold tail. Near the end of its life, it builds itself a nest of myrrh twigs that then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix or phoenix egg arises, reborn anew to live again. He is still alive today in our hearts, minds, spirits, iPods, CD players, and record players.

In his rebirth, he will live forever. I recorded this mix with Mike on my mind. It's not really a dedication to him, and it only has one song of his on it, which is a remix, but it does pay my respects to the man.

Here it is in its entirety. Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon. In the instant we learn that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell our time and no oceans can rush our tides. Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him. He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.

Despite the anguish of life, he was sheathed in mother love, and family love, and survived, and did not more than that, he thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes. He raked his hat, slant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us, and we laughed and stomped our feet, for him. We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing.

He gave us all he had been given. David B. Farewell Tribute To My King! On Thursday June 25th, the King left us. Right now, it's June 29th and I still can't stop getting teary eyed. I know it seems ridiculous to be so upset by the death of a celebrity, but a piece of my life died with the King. He was more than just a pop star to me, he is like family. I spent more time with MJ than anyone else in my life, figuratively of course. He his music was always there when I needed it. The media destroyed him and it makes me think Yes, hell yeah they do, but I don't get how people can say they love him, and build him up to be the most famous musician of all time, yet get a kick out of watching his pain and suffering.

The same people that laugh at his "wacky" lifestyle, and yearn for more degrading news on his life, are the same people that dance to the his music, and are now upset that he is dead. All of the hypocritical bastards that love to let it bleed can kiss my hairy ass crack! I'm a little too upset right now to continue writing about the million things that I want to say about the man that inspired my love of music, which is the biggest inspiration in my life.

All I can say is my King is free now! I needed to express my feelings the best way I could, so I dedicated a 5 hour set to the best thing that ever happened to music, Michael Jackson! On Friday June 26th I recorded my heart, soul and sorrows. Here is a copy of that live tribute. When I can concentrate better I will write more on this momentous and unbearable loss.

Ok, today is July 1st, and I can write a little more now. NBC news came out to "support" me last Friday during my set. They did a live segment while I spun. The camera man pissed me off though!

He had the nerve to say "When I turn the lights and cameras on, make sure you have a really popular track playing in the background that people will recognize". Fuck that punk bitch, this is my shit!

I said "Naw man, I'll play what I want" He looked at me kind of puzzled, but I think he understood that I was actually upset by the loss, not just some asshole that only knows Thriller. I think Mike would have got kick out of that. The media portrayed him as a total demon for their ratings, but just because he was different or special doesn't mean he needed to be ridiculed. He was a sensitive musical savant, and extremely eccentric, but that doesn't give anyone the right to gawk at him and eventually destroy him.

Everyone has issues, so before you yell "Witch Craft! Jesus Christ, I almost forgot about this shit Later on in the night on Friday, some dumb ass bitch comes up to the DJ booth and says, "Hey, aren't you gonna play any Michael Jackson?

I had been playing nothing but MJ and J5 the whole damn night, but she only knew the major Billboard Hits. It's those bone-headed oblivious sheep that are destroying our music scene and are spoon fed whatever the media gives them. I'm so sick of these blind morons who can't look beyond the surface. Before MJ died, she was probably one of those people talking shit and laughing about how weird he is and how he like to molest kids! Now all of a sudden she loves him, but doesn't even know his music that is right in front of her face.

Dumb cunt! I still have a bunch of stuff to say, but I'm getting all worked up again. I'll report back in a couple days or so Its July 3rd now, and I think this will be my final entry on my feelings over the loss of the King.

It has been over a week since the news spread like wild fire. I still get teary eyed every day, and I can not stop listening to Mike's music. He was my hero, and I never once gave it any thought that he was a monster. I was up til 6am last night, watching his videos on YouTube, and I started watching the interview with Martin Bashir called "Living With Michael Jackson" It's a good interview, but Martin is trying to subtly demonize, Michael. Anyone with an ounce of a Soul can see that Mike was one of the most kind hearted, shy, mistreated, and caring human beings any society could ask for.

His death must finally be settling in my mind, cause I'm starting to refer to him in past tense more frequently Everyone in the media that followed him around constantly, hounding him with pictures and never giving him a moment of peace or freedom, and treated him like an object rather than a human, turned him into a sheltered, scared, lonely man.

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