The Age, scraping the barrel's bottom to stir the pot, published Mr Weymouth's letter to the editor in today's paper, under the heading Keeping things in perspective.
Mr Weymouth didn't think much of Michael Jackson. Which is fine. Child prodigies aren't everyone's glass of bubbly. And as far as eccentric, androgynous, gyrating singers go, I'm sure there are many whose choice of black pop god would be Prince, not that the letter writer had any interest in such matters.
This is what John Weymouth had to say:
"Before the adulation of the life of Michael Jackson gets out of hand, it needs to be asked, in what way did he actually leave the world a better place? How does what he did stack up against the contributions of the many brilliant medical researchers and scientists, and of the many outstanding engineers responsible for our safe water supplies and sewage treatment and safe and efficient transport?
To help get things into perspective, who can name one metallurgist or materials engineer who has made possible the modern durable, efficient and safe motor car, aeroplane, and even the implements used in surgery? These are only a few of the incredibly talented people in the world whose contributions to us are valuable beyond measure and yet go largely unrecognised.
Why are entertainers and sports stars more valued? Why are these people made incredibly rich when so few contribute anything of real lasting value? How is it that so many people today rely on the exploits of these so-called stars for their own sense of worth and wellbeing? How much better the world would be if people got on with their own real-life relationships, and became doers instead of sycophants.
Michael Jackson was obviously successful as an entertainer, but his life was far from exemplary and his music largely repetitious nonsense. Remember who paid for the extravagant productions and effects, and stop being conned. Live your own lives."
Sure, but not the soulless , dried up, brittle, joyless life, such as implied by Mr Weymouth, who, I further imagine, considers that Caravaggio was a nasty little sod whose modern canvases were a nonesense and should never have been hoarded by the ignorant swine of ye old.
Do you remember the time ...
We all remember the time when Micheal Jackson permanently changed the aural and visual dynamics of the music industry, a time when a young, attractive black man didn't simply sing and dance a little, he performed, in the true meaning, and he did so with an aggressive, perfected grace that was breathtaking.
We do remember.
And for a few minutes we're transported out of the mundane, mesmerized, lifted, emboldened, inspired.
That is art. That is life.
Can't say the same for sewage treatments or a train running on time. Nope. Can't. Won't.