the one place you thought you were safe...

For folks of a Certain Age, he was always there...from sitting on Diana Ross' knee to making a play for the remains of the Elephant Man...He most assuredly did it His Way.
We're still in the grip of a collective duh, seeking closure, our reactions ranging from from hysterical grief to enthusiastic memory pillaging at the highest dollar offered.
Too many words have been written by both the lovers and the haters, too much water under the bridge at this point to have any pretense of objectivity...


Black elvis (was a hero to most?)…last uniter in a demographically fractured world.
I prefer to remember underdog Michael, when the Jackson 5 magic had faded. He was not, as he came to will him self, the king of pop, but a gawky grown up member of a faded family faction…looking for validation. Against all odds, he and the Q subverted the cloud of the omnipotent disco beat, and came up with a stone cold, solid gold masterpiece for the ages, the one album whose lithe beats start the party from coast to coast, from now 'til the end of time.
Years later came World Domination, and then the Dark Side, (to which he donated the capital E in Eccentricity), but this was the moment of possibility...

He may have been a freak, but he was our freak...
Goodnight Sweet Prince...