November 11, 2011

Commentary: In Michael Jackson's death, it's fair to blame the pusher

Once upon a time, there was a boy who channeled the gods. He invoked them through his feet, moving without friction across the gleam of a thousand stages. They possessed him though his voice, now rough like bark, now sweet like butter and brimming always with an emotional depth once thought inaccessible to children.

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