As some of you have heard, Michael Jackson died yesterday. I know that there is much about the self-proclaimed king of pop that is ugly and ignoble, but I want to appreciate what I have always appreciated about him--his music, which I am sure is as much the weird and scary side of him as the incredibly talented, beautiful little innocent guy from Gary, Indiana side of him. I don't want to dissect him. I just want accept the gift of him--the song and dance and joy that rose out of his peculiar tribulations.
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