Did the music and the crumbling mind ever meet

Go read: k-punk's blisteringly sad, oddly gorgeous piece on Michael Jackson and the lost chance, the preceding posts on Grey Vampires, and all that falls and rises between the two.

(Once I finish this section on salvagepunk, I will enter, and respond to, the monstrous bestiary of late capitalist banality he raises, when I come back to cut the phantom already-gone acephalic head from mass zombie reification.)

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