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Friday 26th June 2009

It's a couple of hours now since the news broke - or rather gradually fractured - about the death of Michael Jackson.  While unexpected, it's not exactly a complete shock, and I've found myself wondering why I'm not feeling sadder than I am.  Just a few minutes ago Clara figured it out - she'd been feeling the same way, and it dawned on her that the reason Jackson's actual death hasn't made us feel especially sad is that we were ALREADY pretty gutted about Michael Jackson -and what had become of him - while he was still alive...

The sense of loss at seeing the reams of footage currently being broadcast across the news channels of Jackson at his astonishing best back in the early to mid 80s is no more acute than the sense of loss I've been experiencing for years now, whenever that poor frightened skeletal creature that was all that remained of him was hauled out blinking into the glare of the public gaze.  The Michael Jackson who thrilled and amazed the world has, let's face it, been gone for a long time.  I'm not sure I can miss him anymore now than I already did.

It's all very sad. RIP.

On a (I hope) lighter note, I'm off to Glastonbury now, whence blogging may be problematic.  Back on Monday.  Meanwhile I can still tweet from my phone, so the Tweeps among you may keep tabs on me that way.  Those of you going to Glasto, or already there, I'm on the Cabaret Stage at 7.30pm Saturday and 9.30pm Sunday.  Wonder how many maudlin Michael Jackson covers I'm going to hear over the weekend...

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