This May Lose Me Some Friends

[poliphilo]

The music never dies. It goes on and on and on. Ad nauseum. Someone switch the bloody thing off.

Jackson's work is kitsch. Even the better stuff is slick and empty.

Fred Astaire said Jackson was the greatest dancer of the 20th century. I refuse to believe he meant it.

Bad? Not in the way he wanted us to think.

I find it shocking that people make excuses for Jackson that they wouldn't dream of making for other middle-aged men who like to share their beds with children.

By the time of his death he was a freeloading junkie who indulged himself in every little whim- but couldn't be bothered to pay his staff.

Celebrity turns men and women into monsters. The strong-minded get out before it destroys every last scrap of decency and truth.  Jackson wasn't strong-minded.

Comments

[suzilem.livejournal.com]

I enjoyed some of his music. "King of Pop"? Naah.

In his prime, he was a good dancer. NOT the same type (or even caliber) as Astaire or Kelly, but he (and/or his choreographer) stimulated a change in movement which has had an effect on dance since then.

There was much in his personal life that I found either repulsive or weird or unacceptable. The never ending plastic surgery. The pedophilia. The fiscal irreponsibility, including not paying his staff while he continued to indulge himself to the tune of millions of dollars. One of the weirdest things? Sleeping in a hyperbaric chamber.

But I still liked some of his music. I also like some of Sinatra's music and I don't like some of what he did or stood for either.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I so don't want him to become a saint of popular culture- alongside Elvis and Garland and Monroe- but I can see the process is already underway.

Resistance is futile.