This Is It!

Ok, as I said in my previous blog, I went and saw this last night in Leceister Square (very swish- a far cry from the cinema of Slough with seats missing, rips in the screen, playing forty minutes of the wrong film before anyone could be found who knew how to change the reel, and so on.)

I have to say I was really impressed. The show would have been amazing, although I am unsure whether MJ could have done all 50 tours he set out to do... it is far to much for anyone! He sung and danced amazingly, the set design was fab with aerialists on chandeliers and demo trucks and cherry-pickers, some funky dancers, great guitarists, fab dance moves, 3D effects, pyrotechnics and VTs- it would have been breathtaking. And there was very few of the cheesy annotations or people saying how wonderful Mj was. I know he was. Don't ram it down my throat guys, ok?

In some ways I wonder if MJ had lost a little bit. Creative genius aside there were a few instances where I was wondering what he was going on about "simmering" and "nourishment" and "it's about love, L-O-V-E".

On the train back home, I listened to those songs again on my Mp3 player- I loved the Earth Song and Smooth Criminal (they had an old movie and put Mj in it- very classy)- and I listened to those songs again and just thought what a waste of a life eh?

Still, from my first tape (being Michael Jackson Thriller) to MP3- Mj has lived through an era of great change. What a great show...

All in all I think I shall be buying the DVD when it is released. I wanna get on done with some of those moves, baby!!

Michael Jackson

I am harbouring no delusions that I will be the first or last person to blog about Michael Jackson and what he meant to them personally, but since I haven't blogged in over a month I think it is an apt time as any to re-emerge myself in the blogging world.

I remember the first time I was given my own tape player. It was this chunky black box thing with two cassette players in it. It was bought so I could practice my dance lessons to. My first tape my dad gave me (no doubt from hearing far too much 'bar' work ballet music) was Michael Jackson and Thriller. I loved it. (He gave me another tape soon after having been sick of hearing Thriller on repeat for the last week over AND over again!! The other tape was Bruce Springsteen- one of my Daddy's favourites- Tunnel of Love.)

The death of Michael Jackson didn't hit me hard when I heard about it. I was fairly apathetic. I was apathetic towards the media explosion. However, on seeing his songs performed tonight by some people like me, too young to really have known him in the beginning, who just listened to his music and HEARD.

His memorial tonight was beautiful. Overdramatic in parts, but I just associate that with Americanism and their ability to tap into their emotions (and simultaneously their tear ducts) with such apparent ease. I guess it is here, in England, the stiff upper lip comes into play, but even then I should probably admit I did shed a few tears to the man he was and the man he could have been.

The highlight for me was the young lad off Britain's Got Talent singing a MJ song that has propelled him into hitherto unknown stratospheres of celebrity-ism (as I call it) and, of course, Stevie Wonder- my absolute singing highlight. Queen Latifah was my personal talking tribute highlight. Maya Angelou's poem was fabulous. *I love that lady!!* I related to Queen Latifah as the distanced admirer of MJ's stuff.

Well Michael Jackson, Rest in Peace. You deserve it. Let your music reign.