Jacko gone

The Fleet Foxes played a fantastic gig last night in Wolverhampton, I had a great time. In the Posada afterwards I kept hearing people talking about Michael Jackson, but didn't hear about his death till I got home. So I was like "ooh, so that's why they were on aboout him"
In the eighties he was Elvis famous, but he never did anything for me. I never bought his records or took much notice of him, but listening to the radio today you realise just how immensely famous he was.
There's been a lot of tributes. Polite radio stations are skirting round the kiddy issues, and I've only heard Nicky Cambel on radio 5 touch on the skin whitening thing, I've always been surprised he wasn't taken to task for surgically removing all traces of his 'blackness'. Because it's obvious that's what he did. It's all very well to sing "it don't matter if you're black or white", but it obviously mattered to him.

Strange chap, Jacko was. I read he was going to lip-sync his London shows. The blurb saying "he's going to perform, but not sing". Decent tickets cost hundreds, I read there was a seven hundred quid package for a front block seat. And in another Universe the Fleet Foxes played their little hearts out live last night for my paltry seventeen quid.