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Thursday, June 25, 2009
RIP King of Pop
Sasha Frere-Jones on Michael Jackson (from The New Yorker):
I often thought of a veal calf when I saw him—he had been raised to perform under extreme pressure before he had any idea of what life could be beyond performing for others.
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