OK, I admit that I haven't been much of a fan since Off the Wall. I mean, I loved Michael as a kid, loved The Wiz and Off the Wall. Thriller was way too ubiquitous (all right, I'll admit, I moonwalked with the worst of 'em and I would've killed to have MTV so I could watch the "Thriller" video--but damn, that album sold tens of thousands behind the Iron Curtain) and the brother just kept getting weirder and weirder--and whiter and whiter. However, oddly enough, just this morning I was thinking about how Thriller was the perfect pop album. He was crazy as hell--but, damn, at one point, there was no star brighter, was there?
It's hard to believe the freak show has ended.