He was the black Elvis. As glorious and tragic as that.
As mesmerising and as monumental. As adorable and pitiful.
As epic, unforgettable and beautiful.
Michael Jackson, dead at 50, had talent to burn, the kind of talent that comes along once in a generation. Yet his private life too often obscured those great gifts.
Like Elvis, he craved fame and was destroyed by it.
Like Elvis, Michael had… Continue