Had to share: this is the extraordinary photograph taken by John Wright for the August cover of Q magazine (see previous post). Wright was given a minute and a half to do it. In the issue Wright recalls: ‘He was very polite – he shook everybody’s hand. He’s very quietly spoken, but he had a […]
… all sorts of stuff gets drawn into its gravity field. In the blinding wake of michaeljackson’s death I collected a couple of odd, polar-opposite items. Item one: michaeljackson writes an eulogy for Curly of The Three Stooges. Item two: Miles Davis covers a michaelackson hit and it remains in his live set to the […]
The New York Review of Books is, like, so right up to the moment! In the Contents of the recently arrived issue: ‘Judging the Age of Jackson’. He’s finally made it, he’s achieved ivory cred.
Sick of the vulture sessions yet? michaeljackson nailed it in his ’83 lyric, Wanna Be Startin’ Something: You’re a vegetable, you’re a vegetable Still they hate you, you’re a vegetable You’re just a buffet, you’re a vegetable They eat off of you, you’re a vegetable Nonetheless, here are two notions I haven’t seen elsewhere: 1. […]
On the day he died I scrounged around for the music. The vinyl of Thriller and Bad are sealed within a staircase of boxes. No CDs or MP3s. Finally, the Off the Wall cassette (!) bought in Tokyo in the early ’90s. In the slot, ker-chunk. The tape stutters to the end of the spool […]