I once saw a TV programme featuring Michael Jackson that included a sequence of a shopping spree at Caesar’s Palace, Las Vegas. A ‘king’ in a ‘palace’ surrounded by ‘antiques’. All fake.
The one real thing in Michael Jackson’s world was his music. Once the media has finally tired of raking through the events of his bizarre and troubled life, it’s that which should remain as his true legacy. And boy’s who never grew up, may fly.
