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Rating:  Summary: Engrossing depiction of North African Sufi Mysticism!!! Review: Like Brian Jones, Ornette Coleman and Mitch Miller before him, Micheal Jackson turned his eyes to the North African desert to confront and defeat the swirling nihilism that threatened his very ability to write and perform the music that would later prompt Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher to claim him as her aesthetic ideal of manhood. (In the Greek sense.)After the success of his collaboration with American minimalist composer Terry Riley, the phenomenally successful "Living Off the Wall" album, Jackson found himself drained and rudderless, sleeping with a Luger and keeping company with that archfiend, Arthur Fielder (of the Boston Pops). They would often engage the services of an erotic synchronized swimming troupe.Use your imagination. Then, the moment came: smoking hash and studying deeply from Johnathan Livingston Seagull, Jackson went into a deep trance, where he heard a beautiful, waspy music. Tito had put on a recording of The Master Musicians of JouJouka! That mystic, mysterious sect of sufic musicians, hidden deep in the North African Desert. All was clear. All was premitted. Jackson knew what to do. He boarded the next plane to North Africa, bringing Tito for moral support. Upon landing, well...you'll have to read the book. Let's just say Jackson has kissed the Scorpion, and the Scorpion got cold sores. And as a result, we have Captain Eo. Just read the book.
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