The greatest tragedy in his life? That, like all the truly great soul singers (Otis Redding, Mahalia Jackson, Wilson Pickett, my God! Aretha, Prince), he could embody and act out the most intense, transcendent, transformative passion onstage, because that's the nature of the gig.
And couldn't make it happen for himself.
One of the late flowerings: "Man in the Mirror."
Saturday, June 27, 2009
RIP Michael
Posted by CJS at 9:19 AM
Labels: music, vernacular culture
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