I feel creeped out by this. Yes, I am a Gen-Xer who loved Michael and had a poster of him 2×2 metres on my bedroom wall that I kissed the lips off. He was wearing a lemon v-neck and a bow tie. My dad used to call him “the midget” – apologies to people of short stature everywhere for this slight – and I HATED when he did. But the MJ of the last fifteen years was a laughing stock at best, and creepy-ville at worst (I recall a game called “rubba-rub” referred to in the court case that sounded all too believable). We’ll never know if he was sexually involved with minors BUT I bet that bitch Dominick Dunne has something to say on the subject. He’s being treated for cancer in Bavaria at present but I’ll look out for his commentary.
I loved Thriller, but god, it was 80s – excess in everything. The mood changed in the 90s but MJ stayed where he was, a dinosaur in the elaborate nature of his shows, his unblushing belief that he could speak for the little man, and a showbiz dinosaur of the LA variety in that he was obviously freakishly insulated from any normalcy. How otherwise could he have continued to have surgery to THAT dysmorphic level? Was no-one looking out for him?
Anyways, my point is that the MJ who lived in the middle east and toured eastern europe where he was still big – well, he was a cautionary tale waaaay before now. So I’m linking to Jarvis Cocker pished, invading the stage at the Brits in ’96 in response to the fatuous ego-fuelled performance of Earth Song by MJ, surrounded by children acting out being poor and hungry, with MJ hovering above in a crane equipped with messianic lighting and wind machine yelling “What about us?”
Incidentally, Bob Geldolf introduced this performance by saying “When his feet move, you can see God dancing”. Bleaurgh.