As always Jones brings sanity to the party.
I nearly threw up all over my knitting basket when Berry Gordy claimed that he thought Michael Jackson sang "Who's Loving You" better than Smokey Robinson-- and that Robinson readily agreed. Please. The event may have occurred exactly as Gordy said it did, but the implication was that Jackson eclipsed Smokey Robinson as a talent. The revisions of history are disgusting ("HIStory" indeed). There hasn't been a single appraisal of Jackson's legacy that wasn't mired in the same slime of sentimentality and hysteria that has marred Jackson's career since the mid-Eighties. I don't care if Morrissey was taking a shot at Jackson or just the cottage industry of Jackson sycophants out there-- enough already! Bad enough that millions of people who hadn't played a Michael Jackson track in twenty years are suddenly filling up TV, print, and the web with tearful tributes, but we have to listen to Berry Gordy sacrifice his dignity at the altar of the most overrated entertainer in history.
And yeah, he is. Call yourself the King of Pop and you're overrated by definition. (By the way, does anyone remember that Jackson himself came up with that name?)