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MR BOJANGLES (1968)

It’s almost 3am as I sit down to write. I became an uncle for the first time today, and have just returned from toasting the birth of my niece. No doubt, by the time anyone gets around to reading this, Michael Jackson will already have been eulogized far beyond my meager power to add or detract. If you weren’t a child of the 1980s, it’s impossible to exaggerate the extent to which this man’s outrageous talent captivated a generation. There is no contemporary equivalent. No one even comes close.

As an entertainer, in the modern era, his only peers were Elvis, Sinatra and the Beatles. Read the rest of this entry »