Angry

I've just heard the news about Michael Jackson. My first feeling was shock. My second, anger. Another gifted, barking mad, artist has died. Another slice of my past gone.
Grew up in the seventies with Michael and his brothers spinning on my turntable, now he's gone and all I want to do is go to "Mad About Motown" at the Belvedere in Billericay tomorrow night. I think one or two Michael Jackson discs might be spun.
Bugger it.

So later today, as I clean for Henry, Michael's tunes will accompany me. Reminding me that time and talent is precious. Don't waste either.




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