CLOSING OUT OUR WEEKEND OF TRIBUTE to Michael Jackson, here’s one of possibly the best songs about friendship, or love, or both—that exists. A lot of that is performance. It’s written for a rat, but what’s new? The footage is great, too. An old grainy version of MJ as a kid, feels like a painting in motion.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME you saw people all over the world gathering in crowds from Pakistan to Beijing to Chile to LA to cry and light candles? When was the last time you saw crowds from Harlem to London to San Francisco spontaneously come together to dance with joy?
I KEEP TELLING MYSELF it’s over. That twisting stab of loss…that feeling that something beautiful has left forever. I repeat to myself that all energy just changes shape and trades places…that the joy and movement and sound and love and connection will live on.
House of Nezua
the XOLAGRAFIK theater!
