Gordon has his finger on the pulse. Ok, that may be a poor choice of words taste wise but hey. So now the Wacko One is dead and bugger me sideways (again, sorry) if the media is now fawning over the 'genius' that was Michael Jackson. You know, the same people who, if asked the day previous to his death exactly what sprang to mind at the mention of his name, most probably would have dismissively said 'kiddy fiddler' straight away.
Anyone with even a modicum of compassion flowing in their veins (sorry, really) may have viewed the strange story of MJ's life as having been a completely FUBAR situation, with many of the unsavory traits he developed perhaps originating from his father's beatings, lack of a real childhood, insane level of stress, and a general separation from normality as most of us mere mortals know it.
If only from a musical point of view, those labelling him a genius would have to admit that he hadn't made a decent album in over twenty years, with each new release since 'Thriller' ever more expensive and taking longer to make yet never progressing stylistly. He had become stuck in some sort of time warp where the choreography had become the most important thing anyway. Hardly the work of genius.
Still, perhaps I'm being a bit harsh. If it weren't for the parasites surrounding him that were undoubtably riding the gravy train and living off of his fortune, pandering to his every desire and never once saying 'no' or pointing out to him that perhaps doing this thing or that thing might be frowned upon by the general public, or bad for his wellbeing, Jacko just might have turned his life around and made amends one day. In some ways it's amazing he made it to 50 without topping himself. At least now he can get some peace. And the fans still have Justin Timberlake if they want to reminisce...
Glass rating: Five glass-studded gloves
Heee-heeee! Shamon!!
Glass rating: Four tankards (Jesus juice optional)
