Definitely on high....MJ prattle here. No awfulness, please.
Today, I went and saw This Is It....And it was good. Really good. Amazingly, gut-clenchingly good.
It really would have been the greatest show on earth - the Alpha and Omega of live concerts, I think.
You know, I can't really go through the whole thing, lol.
The songs on the set list were the songs that MJ's fans wanted to hear (Michael said so himself), but they were adapted for the noughties - the way that the songs sounded in the 80s and 90s had to change for a new era. The stage was absolutely huge (HUGE!!), and the sets were incredible. The creative team really stopped at nothing, especially when they built a full scale cemetery for Thriller. There was this phenomenal TV screen at the back of the stage that was used during the songs, and it was really utilised well....For example, when they were doing They Don't Really Care About Us, they had about eleven male dancers on the stage, but on the screen, each guy had about a thousand multiples - there was an absolute army keeping perfect time with MJ for that song. It would have been amazing.
The dancers were giving all of themselves to the process, which was obvious, and they all were in awe of Michael (and working hard, too, to keep up with the guy!). It was great to see that level of dedication.
As for Michael himself? Well, that was what I was worried about. Over the past four months or so I've read - like everyone else has - accounts of the way Michael was supposed to have looked and all of that, but for real, he was healthy. He was thin, but then he's always been thin, but he was lean and muscular, vibrant and really focussed. He was impressive and awesome - in its literal sense. He knew his material inside and out and new how it needed to sound...He was definitely a perfectionist and he wouldn't hesitate to stop everything to hear something again. He was dedicated....I think he believed he could do it.
Anyway, there weren't many people there, but that's what one would expect from where I saw the movie, lol. But at least there were no hecklers. I can't stand those people. Jackals. And I - sad to say - sobbed the whole way through. It was so hard to see him there, very, very much alive, and know that he's not. And that still sucks.
I very thoroughly enjoyed it - there's a sense of closure, I think, as there was with seeing his memorial - and I'm proud to be a part of the veritable legion of Michael's fans. We're unwavering in our adoration and admiration and his death won't hinder that. Like MJ said himself, love lives forever.
xx