3rd anniversary of Michael Jackson's death. I watched the film of his last rehearsals. Better than an actual concert, it showed him as a musical director and choreographer. I had always thought of him as just a competent singer of his own songs. Sure, he was wacko, but so probably was Mozart.
I made the mistake of watching in bed, and then the beat kept me awake. The songs are fairly slight if you listen critically, and if anyone else covered them, they'd sound empty.
Somebody, perhaps Guns n Roses, covered Sympathy For The Devil, showing up the song's weakness.
The granny groupie at work told me the Stones are definitely retiring next year.