There isn’t a lot to say about Michael Jackson. His life was a multi-billion dollar pop-culture freakshow — sad and entertaining and amazing and frightening all at the same time. He revolutionized pop music. Then he revolutionized celebrity weirdness. I like to think his contribution to the former was greater than his contribution to the latter, but I’m not quite enough of an aficionado to say for sure. It’s too bad he didn’t get to patch his reputation as planned. But if nothing else, he died young enough to cement his legend, both the good parts and the bad — and prove, once again, that true pop stars never grow old.
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