| This is not an anti-war piece. My feelings about the war are simple-minded and reductive: when cities get bombed, musicians die, and I love all musicians everywhere, and while that may sound like it means something other than what it purports to say, it doesn’t. It’s as childish as it sounds, and it’s really how I feel. When a bomb falls on a city, somebody’s pet cat dies for nothing. I can’t stand to think of it. Somebody’s best friend goes missing and is never seen again by anybody, and that’s a horrible thing to have happen in a world that’s already heavy with pain. So that’s all I have to say about any wars anywhere, no matter what their causes may be. But none of that is really here nor there any more since we have lately learned such excellent news, to wit, that all our hopes rest lock stock and barrel in the person of that strange and wonderful man, Mr. Michael Jackson. |