I’ll Be There

This was the moment Michael Jackson became the hottest person in the world. This performance exploded. We had never seen anything like it—and will never see his likes again.

After all the work—since childhood—and all the shit, Mr. Jackson, it is my hope you rest, at last, in peace.

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“Always Have Peacocks, These People”

Charming intro, one senses, to a return to authenticity for Paul. No doubt we have Miss Tacky-Nighties to thank. I know I feel better about the man than I have in years … it’s palpable, age, genuine good spirits, never mind the bloody talent. The test will be, shall he have to dis John Lennon again.

Redemption lives in the strangest corners of our lives.