I’ve begun to take the long way home, just so I can be alone…
I don’t have too much to say – I was raised on MJ. His death has just devastated me. Thank you, Michael, for such amazing music.
edit: this, from Andrew Sullivan, I think says it well:
I loved his music. His young voice was almost a miracle, his poise in retrospect eery, his joy, tempered by pain, often unbearably uplifting. He made the greatest music video of all time; and he made some of the greatest records of all time. He was everything our culture worships; and yet he was obviously desperately unhappy, tortured, afraid and alone.
I hope his soul finds rest.