Michael Jackson is gone, but he still speaks to us. Sort of.
The dead cast shadows, especially when the dead are titans. They stick around because we don’t want them to leave, at least not until someone takes their place. So who’s taking Michael Jackson’s place? Nobody, of course. Like Elvis and Marilyn, MJ will never rest. We won’t let him; instead, we’ve decided to ask a few questions. What might have happened if he’d never become an entertainer? What does it mean to be a Michael Jackson impersonator now that the real thing has permanently left the stage? What would we ask him, if we could somehow communicate with him in the afterlife?
In this, the fifth installment of LEMON, we’ve checked ridicule at the door and invited an eclectic cast of contributors to celebrate the pure pop magic that Jackson embodied when at his best. Much of the work herein was created especially for this issue, and all of it is a distinct departure from the usual retrospectives which have filled the shelves – ad nauseum, ad infinitum – in the days since his death.
This is Michael Jackson as you’ve never seen him before.