I was at the Glastonbury festival the night Michael Jackson died. It was 2009, and I saw the typical nonsense you get when a society values sensibility above sense: fake crying, fake disbelief (had anyone seen a recent photograph?) and fake affection.
It was all larceny, for I doubt anyone there had met, let alone loved him. They were not even superfans, who wouldn’t go to Glastonbury because Michael didn’t - so what would be the point? They were music fans who found themselves inside a news event and sought value for money. It was revolting.
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