Lots of artists that people have been fans of for hundreds of years have both produced excellent work and been dreadful people. The difference between them and Michael Jackson is, I suppose, that (a)that was ages ago, possibly before living memory, and (b)the media back then wasn't what it is now. I mean, the internet wasn't around to gossip about what a shit Picasso was to various women, or what a godawful racist H.P. Lovecraft was, or any of the other icons you can think of off the top of your head. Media these days is so concerned with not only the work of celebrities, but their personal lives too. It becomes harder to separate for a lot of people. I'm just ranting, I know. Never mind.

Happy 30th, by the way. One book I read said that 30 year olds are no longer the oldest possible child, they're now the youngest possible adult.