3months after MJ's death, MTV paid a tribute to him. Madonna opened it with a beautiful eulogy. I know little of her but damn her speech is hell great! It was last september but i thought it'd be nice to post her speech here..so here it goes..
"Michael Jackson was born in August 1958 so was I. Michael jackosn grew up in the suburbs of Midwest so did I. When Michael Jackson was 6, he became superstar, and was perhaps the world's most beloved child. When I was 6, my mother died. I think he got the shorter end of the stick. I never had a mother, but he never had a childhood and when you never get to have something, you become obsessed by it.
I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures. Sometimes I was sucessful, but how do you recreate your childhood when you are under the magnifying glass of the world.
There is no question that Michael Jackson is one of the greatest talents the world has ever known. That when he sang at the ripe of old age of 8 he could make you feel an experience adult was squeezing you heart with his word. That when he moved he had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammed Ali. That his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that didnt just make you want to dance but actually made you believe you could fly, dare to dream, be anything that you wanter to be. Because that is what heroes do and Michael Jackson was a hero.
He performed in soccer stadiums around the world, and sold hundres of millions of records and dined with Prime Ministers and Presidents. Girls fell in love with him. Boys fell in love with him, Everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed otherwordly - but he was a human being.
Like most performers he was shy and plaqued with insecurities. I cant say we were great friends, but in 1991 I decided I wanted to try to get to know him better. I asked him out to dinner, I said "My treat, I'll drive - just you and me"
He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards. We drove to the restaurant in my car. It was dark out, but he was still wearing sunglasses.
I said, " Michael, I feel like I'm talking to a limousine. Do you think you can take off your glasses so I can see your eyes?"
Then he tossed the glasses out the window, looked at me with a wink and a smile and said, "Can you see me now? Is that better?"
In that moment, i could see both his vulnerability and his charm. The rest of the dinner, I was hell-bent on getting him to eat French Fries, drink wine, have dessert and say bad words. Things he never seemed to allow himself to do. Later we went back to my house to watch a movie and sat on the couch like two kids, and somewhere in the middle of the movie, his hand snuck over and held mine.
It felt like he was looking for more of a friend than a romance, and I was happy to oblige. In that moment, he didn't feel like a superstar. He felt like a human being.
We went out a few more times together, and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch. Then the witch-hunt began and it seemed like one negative story after another was coming out about Michael. I felt his pain, I know what it's like to walk down the street and feel like the whole world is turned against you. I know what it's like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself because the roar of the lynchmob is so loud you feel your voice can never be heard.
But I had a childhood, and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.
When I first heard that Michael had died, I was in London, days away from the start of my tour. Michael was going to perform in the same venue as me a week later. All I could think about in that moment was, "I had abandoned him. That we had abandoned him. That we hadh allowed this magnificent creature who had once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks. While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career, we were all passing judgement. most of us had turned our backs on him. In a desperate attempt to hold onto his memory, I went on the Internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought, " my God, he was so unique, so original, so rare, and there will never be anyone like him again. He was a King."
But he was also a human being, and alas we are all human beings and sometimes we have to lose things before we can appreciate them. I want to end this on a positive note and say that my sons, age 9 and 4, are obsessed with Michael Jackson. There's a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moonwalking going on in my house. and, it seems like a whole new genaration of kids have discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again. I hope that wherever Michael is right now he is smiling about this.
Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being but he was a King. Long live the King."
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