Maybe he didn't see it as harming them. But I don't really care what the guy sticking a knife into me thinks, I'm more concerned with the effect his "feelings" are having on me.Besides he always came off as a gentle guy and it's hard for me to believe he'd go from that to a man who would harm a cancer victim child.
Dancing has alot to do with music.
Pardon me for not dumbing down my comment. Here, try this: The ability of a performer to dance has nothing to do with musical talent.Not as good as Prince, eh, mjp? (For example...)
Oh, and I do agree; if it's danceable, it's probably not worth listening to. Except for Darling Dear, which has one of Jamerson's most ridiculously crazy bass parts. I can't stop listening to THAT.
How many good Beatles or Dylan tunes are danceable?
Here's one for you. I HATE Micheal Jackson, he is/was a child molester. He has/did rape children for years. ..... ....snip...
I agree with CRBSMILE - I'm glad that wannabe whity supremacist in bling bling
The bastard had the nerves to sing:"We are the world, we are the children, we are the ones to make a better day, so let's start giving."
Give what? His boner up a young boy's ass? What a nice gift, Michael Jackson.
The Genius Of The Crowd
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
their finest art
© Charles Bukowski