Most of what MJ was I pretty much detested. His lifestyle, his playing with little boys, his crotch-grabbing, his showing off 'his' babies and hanging them over balconies. His obsession with plastic surgery. His desire to change from a black man to a white woman. His overall bizarreness.
But dammit, beyond that, I liked a lot of his music. You hear Thriller or Billie Jean on the radio and don't find yourself singing along or having it run through you mind, you may not be normal.
Beyond all the bizarreness, he was a fine musician.
On the other hand, just try to imagine Jackson as a 70-year-old man/woman/whatever.
It does not compute.
His music (some of it at least) will persevere.
And so it goes.
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