I just read the 'Postscript' in this issue of new yorker on michael jackson, and it was really really fucking horrible.
we all know michael jackson was probably not a saint, and his life was getting a little out of control in the last 20 years or so. but this fucking piece focus on the copy right dispute around 'thriller' MJ had with Dibango.
really, seriously, you have to focus almost the entire page of one of the greatest pop musician of our time on one thing? I really lost a lot of respect for this publication, and as for Kelefa, narrow minded mother fucker, you suck.