The King of Pop is dead. Long live the King.
Or haven’t you heard?
Okay, I’ll resist the temptation to heavily lather on more snarkiness, despite my reflexive tendency to do just that.
It’s just that the other day I heard a reporter, someone whom I greatly respect, inveigh against all the column inches and air time invested in the Jackson death saga. And as NPR’s coverage of the public farewell wafted in from the radio on the other side of the partition, this reporter reminded those within earshot (some who were in diapers when this person was chasing down bad guys in dark alleys) that there were other things that perhaps public radio should pay more attention to—like for instance, the American project in Afghanistan, which shows signs it may be on the verge of imploding.
Don’t get me wrong, Jackson’s cultural significance is enormous. And despite all the personal eccentricities—that inexorable devolution into almost supernaturally bizarre behavior—his was a formidable, industry-altering talent. He rightfully deserves a spot in the pantheon.
Still you gotta wonder if all the coverage, especially of that staged-manged, kitsch-drenched (golden coffin!) colossus of a “public” memorial service was a tad excessive, and if public radio all too readily bit at the worm.
What do you think? Do you feel it was appropriate?
Or when it comes to the news, should NPR stick to the vegetables?