26th
Sam Cooke - Bring It On Home
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Yes, I realize that I should have posted some Michael Jackson. Pardon my heresy.
I respect Jackson’s music. I respect his artistry. I respect much of what he stood for, and I don’t think the past few years of strangeness have taken away from his legacy as an entertainer, inventor, and dreamer.
With that said, his music was never a big part of my life. I think the strongest connection I’ve had with his oeuvre came a number of summers ago, when the Jackson 5’s ABC experienced a revival at my insular Jewish summer camp.
Or maybe it’s that Bollywood version of Thriller. Or that Simpsons episode. Who knows.
Anyway, when it comes to heartfelt, versatile music, I always default to Sam Cooke. And thinking of Jackson evokes these odd comparisons to Cooke in my head, and I have no idea why. So I guess I’ll use the remaining 1:40 of this post to try and get at it.
Sam Cooke dreams of a better life. He puts himself on the line, he’s vulnerable, and he’s someone you know you want in your corner if you’re having a down day.
Similarly, Michael Jackson dreamt of a better life; What A Wonderful World it could be. Damn straight he was vulnerable, as the last bits of his career showed.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s not. Enjoy.