My seven-year-old son, Max, loves Michael Jackson. So does my 41-year-old wife. When we're in the car and Alice is in charge of the music we get a near non-stop barrage, from the early sunny stuff he did with the Jackson Five (when he had that adorable spherical afro) right up to the hard Thriller-era groove of Dirty Diana. When Max gets his paws on Spotify, mind you, it's straight to Heal the World, which I note, without comment, occupied first place in Vulture magazine's "All 147 Michael Jackson Songs Ranked From Worst To Best".
Here is an artist whose music crossed generations. My late granny probably loved him too. Even I have a soft spot - not least because Jackson's mum was one of the first...
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