Michael Jackson
June 26, 2009

Fuck cynicism, this is tragic. This morning my wife asked me why when I felt nothing when Heath Ledger died, I felt sad on discovering that Michael Jackson had. Simply because I grew up with Jacko’s music and it meant something to me.
I didn’t mean to predict his death a few months ago, and I don’t know if the two are related. I don’t want to know the details of how, why or watch the ensuing media nightmare that is about to unfold.
I’ll forever remember childhood memories of listening to the Jackson 5 on a compilation tape, singing along to ‘Ben’; staying up to watch the ‘Thriller’ video; the ‘Moonwalk’ movie and even Slash’s appearance on the ‘Dangerous’ album. The ‘freakshow’ should, indeed, be footnote to the legend.
Reading Twitter today, there’s jokes galore and no doubt many more on site at Glastonbury and all over the internet. Well, I don’t care for them.
Michael Jackson, one of the very first African-American artists to find fame on MTV, has died aged 50: it’s a sad day.
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