More Michael Jackson

The other day Liza pointed out this passage in Mary Gaitskill’s Veronica:

A car rolled up and got stopped in traffic in front of us. Music poured from the radio, carrying a voice that was all smooth and elegant, except burps and grunts kept popping out of it like a baby trying to talk. “She says I am the one,” it sang. The music was a dark bubble in which the singer danced and twitched.

And here’s a clip of James Brown and Michael Jackson at the 2003 BET Awards:

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