I long loved John Lydon and his music, but by golly he sails “close to the edge”. I think he has passed his best, and he’s now more a “self-made man in the roadhouse bar” than the darkly intelligent character he once was. “SAD” as his potential friend would say.
My professional eye on sordid unpleasantness always saw MJ as an “emotionally congruent” paedophile. This also informed his talent, such that it was – he understood what young people liked. And this is my point, really. He was a cracking dancer, could sing (sometimes, though the breathy thing was laboured [ha!]), and had the “mad as a badger” persona hand-made for newspaper copy.
The thing I don’t get is folks saying he was a great musician. He wasn’t. There are two proper albums, one better than the other. “Off the Wall” is brilliant, bar “she’s out of my life” which would be better swopped with “Billie Jean” to make something “The Nightfly” in it’s genius. I suppose “Thriller” has its moments (BJ, PYT, Human Nature), though i’m not a fan. The rest is trying-too-hard pish with a sappy dimension that gives me heartburn.
The genius of Michael Jackson’s music was ROD TEMPLETON and QUINCY JONES.
If people must decide they won’t listen to him because of his offences, maybe an album with serious performers cover the best songs would keep it out there? Chaka Khan could do justice to a lot of the material, IMHO.