Culture For The Non-Cultured

I was in the pizza store just now, indulging my weakness for grease and cheese and late-night eating when Michael Jackson came on the radio.

‘Twas the Michael Jackson of the later years — Remember the Time, Heal the World.  It was not his greatest material, but it was still delightful to listen to.   I could not help but think about the enormous talent that man/woman/child possesses.  

Yes, he sticks his 10-month old over a balcony.  Yes, he probably committed scandalous acts against innocent children whose parents essentially sold them to a 40-year old man who happened to like sleepovers.

But, holy surgical weirdness, Batman, that guy can sing!