People Gathered Outside the Apollo Theater in Harlem to celebrate Mr. Jackson's life.
Photo: Rob Bennett for The New York Times
Photo: Rob Bennett for The New York Times
Jacko wanted to be white and was a nigger like the top of a pine. To me now I would like to be black and dance to the doors of the Theatre Harlem's Apollo to "celebrate" the singer's death as a celebration of his life and especially of his work. Michael was the eccentric machine but above all it was a black man who put all his talent at the top of the white world. As Elvira Lindo said the other day, the death of Jackson has served the black community, especially his country, to forgive him in a heartbeat all its excesses in favor of eliminating all traces of his race in their appearance: the clearances skin, monstrous surgeries on his face, the cuchifritos in her beautiful curly hair, and take to the streets to celebrate as only they can do, the best moments of your life and enjoy fellowship with all those present the legacy of the artist ... What we will do immortal.
Michael Jackson was black. The monkey Bable it should have said in my ear one afternoon watching television, as did P. Tinto with his adopted son Joseph Panchito against a bucolic setting sun ...
"Panchito son, you're black, but you have to be ashamed. Blacks were the Cro-Magnon men, Egyptians, Indians, the peoples of Arabia, the Cantabrian black-skinned brunette who both fought for their independence, the Syrians The Persians, Antonio Machin, the Vikings from the north. "
A person who needs lerus 5 million budget per year for their "personal expenses" where housing is not included, seems not quite right in the kernel. Worse still, a musician who has sold 750 million records worldwide, which has the world record copies sold one of them and is broken down to his eyebrows is fine. But who are we to judge ... Was created by himself and his empire destroyed. Jacko
not seem of this world, perfect for any comic character of the absurd. However it was flesh and blood. While his best friend was a monkey, but lived many years in an amusement park, which has two children named the same. I always noticed that almost never show the trunk or arms bare not to mention legs. I came to think that under the cyber-cut suits adorned with thousands of military belts and battery cables have to run it. Michael Jackson
we found out my mother singing with Paul McCartney "This girl is mine" (when it still was not cyborg) and the TV did the rest. As consumers bulimic for hours and hours of MTV in the eighties, and I swallow Marisleysis Michael Jackson revolutionized all of the video culture. Flipábamos with these great songs dancing in front of the TV and trying every way to imitate the perfect choreography. He lost the curly hair, it was covering most parts of the body and by the grace abandoned a satellite dish, I lost track. We
his music is what you will never die. That his way of mixing funk, soul, rock and dance to get to any of its temazos electrifying pace that rises from the soles of the feet until the last hair of the head, the way to transform filthy ballads coral roses in an enlightening gospel opera dressed as "Earth Song" airs on thug who was in "Bad", those of eternal dater "The way you make me feel", the characteristic little cry in almost all their songs. The death becomes a rebirth or resurrection in every rule in the light of the reactions around the world and dizzying increased sales of all their albums. Now back to listen to their records, see their videos sure that it is more alive than ever and this has created throughout his career is the best gift we could have stopped.
