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Friday, July 03, 2009 

quiet, remorse, everything, peace

I haven't said much of anything about Michael Jackson mostly because I don't have much of anything to say; I liked some of his songs, I disapproved of some of his actions. There wasn't as much at stake* for me with him as there was with many friends of mine, and since so many people have written so movingly and eloquently about him in various ways there didn't seem much point adding in my own "well, you know, I quite like "Billie Jean" and a few others." And there still isn't. But I will say however you felt about the man and his music, you owe it to yourself to check out this response from Sean at Said the Gramophone. Michael really has entered the realm now where he's a symbol, a figure, a thing of art, and if half of that art is as good as this we should be content with that.

*(that there still was something at stake is down entirely to how much Jackson did create the world of modern pop, which along with a frequently astounding body of musical work is his real legacy)

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