You, know, I've been avoiding this thread the last few days because I had a suspicion it could get ugly. I've been pleasantly surprised to find that it seems to have stayed somewhat civil, taken as a whole. I'm not surprised that it verged awfully closely to being boiled down to a race thing at times, though--which is where I figured the ugliness to come in. Ah well.
Still: I've been thinking it over. I don't know if I can give a definitive answer.
I was born in 1973, and somewhere along the line I had become peripherally aware of the Beatles, but I didn't have much really direct knowledge of them. I mainly seem to remember that when I was very small, I had a little plastic submarine that I played with in the bath, and that by some cosmic coincidence it was yellow in color. I can't tell you where or when I first actually heard the song "Yellow Submarine". It's just one of those things that I knew from early childhood (I assume one or the other of my parents must have sung it to me--perhaps my father, who was far more of a popular music fan than my mother, who gravitated more toward the classical side of things).
Apart from that, I vaguely remember the media attention toward John Lennon's death; I was still pretty young, and details are fuzzy, but I remember it being something I heard about on television. At the time, of course, I had only the faintest idea who John Lennon was or why he was famous.
When Thriller became the big thing, I was a bit older and starting to become more aware of popular music. In fact, I can say with little fear of contradiction that Michael Jackson was one of my earliest experiences with contemporary popular music--that is to say, being interested in music that was popular at that exact moment in time.
And I enjoyed that record a good deal, and became a little bit of a fan of Michael Jackson (though not to a gigantic degree--certainly not in comparison to my younger brother, who was hugely enamored of MJ, to the point of having a 'Beat It' jacket and wearing one glove... though it was a just a cheap white glove with silver thread shot through it rather than being festooned with sequins). In the course of the brief Michael Jackson craze, I managed to acquire a copy of Off The Wall, which I actually enjoyed more than Thriller (and indeed do to this day--which is not to take anything away from Thriller, which is still a great record).
My interest in Jackson died off pretty soon, though; I was wandering off in other directions. I seem to recall liking Billy Joel quite a bit, and Men At Work, and Huey Lewis; I also started listening to a bit of Rush and Pink Floyd, owing to influences from my older brothers, and a little later some U2 and some Billy Idol.
Getting up now to about 1985, I found myself becoming interested in Chuck Berry, perhaps in part because of Marty McFly's 'performance' of "Johnny B. Goode" in Back To The Future. My father, who (as hinted above) had a deep and abiding love of the rock 'n' roll and pop music of his youth, sought to encourage this and dumped in my lap a couple dozen mix tapes he'd compiled over the years of '50s and '60's oldies. There were some Beatles songs in there, of course, and some Jackson 5 songs, too, come to that... though honestly, I found that I loved the '50s most of all... Elvis, Jerry Lee, Little Richard, Buddy Holly, and of course first and foremost Chuck Berry.
And that was it. I came to discover that the music I loved best of all was that which had come before my time. I came to appreciate the '60s stuff a bit more, over time, and started to grow a moderate apprecation of '60s soul, especially the Stax/Volt Memphis soul.
I wasn't totally ignorant of what was going on in contemporary music at all, mind you, but it mostly didn't interest me all that much. By the time I hit high school, I had come to be pretty heavily into Pink Floyd and was also starting to branch out a bit into Metallica and Guns 'n' Roses... while on the other hand, through an acquaintance who ran the comic store where I whiled away a lot of my afternoons I was starting to get a taste of punk, especially in the form of The Clash and Social Distortion.
Now somewhere around about my senior year of high school, I really started to get into The Beatles. It was kind of a perfect storm. A good buddy of mine from some art classes, who dug classic rock in a big way, started putting me on to them (along with some Hendrix and Led Zeppelin). Another friend, part of the comic store crowd, was a huge Beatles fan and pushed me even further. And then--there was an English elective my school offered, called 'Poetry Of Song', which was very popular; it was pretty much what it said on the tin, looking at song lyrics as poetry. The teacher, being a bit of a Baby Boomer, unsurprisingly spent a good chunk of the class on the Beatles. You could almost have called the class Beatles 101 (I mean, yeah, there was a lot of other stuff we covered, but the Beatles dominated the whole thing--we covered their whole history and dissected many, many Beatles lyrics).
And that was that.
That launched me into a gigantic Beatles obsession. Frankly, in my late teens and early twenties, a huge amount of my time and attention was divided almost solely between the Beatles and Star Trek. Neither of those obsessions has ever totally died out... though the Beatles probably still lie nearer and dearer to my heart than Star Trek, at least these days.
(Mind you, Trek was something I loved as far back as I can remember... the first time I was sure I wanted to be something when I grew up? I wanted to be James T. Kirk.)
The Beatles wormed their way into my pop-cultural consciousness in a way that can never be equalled or exorcised. Their music is burned indelibly into my brain. Sometimes, in my youth, when I was bored while working some after-school job bagging groceries or the like, I'd keep myself entertained by 'playing' the Beatles on my mental Walkman, 'singing' the songs in my head--from start to finish, album by album. I knew the lyrics to every single song, word for word.
(I get annoyed, now, in my advanced age, when my brain can't immediately summon up Beatles lyrics with perfect accuracy, because there was a time when I absolutely could.)
Once, when I was about twenty, I had a week off of work and nothing better to do and I got in my car and drove. I started off by putting Please Please Me in the car's cassette player and I kept driving until I got to the end of the last song on Let It Be. That's when I decided to find a motel room, get some sleep, and figure out what the hell I was going to do next.
(For the record, the next step was to go to Chicago and wander around a little bit before turning back and hoping I'd have enough gas money to reach home, because I'd splurged a bit on the motel room.)
Since then, mind, my musical tastes have spread even further afield, but the Beatles are still damned close to my heart.
So there's not much question. The Beatles will always mean more to me than Michael Jackson. But Michael Jackson was one of the first acts in popular music to mean something to me as 'popular music'.
And yeah, you know, musically, MJ hasn't meant that much to me in a long time. I've really always been more of a rocker at heart. Musically, Michael Jackson's relevance to me personally has been on a long, slow downslide since Thriller. In recent years, he's been much more of a tabloid curiosity, a punchline, a public trainwreck.
Still. His death has affected me. It brought memories rushing back, of listening to LPs many years past, of my kid brother in that damn silly jacket. It reminded me that Michael Jackson left a singular and significant mark on modern popular music, and one that I hope far outlives some of the more outlandish non-musical oddities that became his chief stock in trade for the last couple decades of his life.
--g