Michael Jackson’s This Is It

On Saturday I watched the much-hyped This Is It, which as I’m sure you all know tells the story of Michael Jackson’s preparations for his ‘final curtain call’ – a series of shows at the O2 in London.

His death, just a few weeks before the first dates, meant that the work involved in creating the show of a lifetime was never seen. One year on, gigs and tribute performances have been held all around the world in memorial and Sky Movies HD did their bit by showing the film.

I was a little unsure throughout the credits, and felt no better when footage from the dancer’s audition day showed men and women sobbing as they described how emotional it felt just to perform in front of the man himself. I’m sure it was a big deal, but I didn’t want to spend the next few hours watching tearful (and somewhat insincere) tributes. However, it seemed fitting that I should watch it now as a I’d been curious about the film since its release, so I stuck with it.

The first shot is of MJ on stage rehearsing, mixed in with other shots of him performing the same track. At first I swore that the second shot was filmed at an earlier point in his career. After a double take, and five minutes of watching him dance like a 20-year-old, talk about stage positioning with director Kenny Ortega and sing at half-mast (to save his voice), I realised that it really was him a few months prior to his death.

There were a few rumours flying around about MJ’s health prior to the announcement about the O2 shows, and several bloggers posted conspiracy theories questioning whether it would actually be him on stage. I won’t say I didn’t listen, and it did cross my mind that it might be true.

However, as he danced on screen in beautiful HD, it was clear it was him. I sat for almost two hours, watching him sing soaring duets with his backing vocalists, outperform his dancers – who were sweating to keep up – and perhaps most interestingly, show real perfectionism when working on the arrangements with his musical director.

Drama and criticism of his personal life aside (which I’m not being blasé about by any means), I was happy to see him as he *really* was a few months before he died. Not a caricature of himself created by the media. Yes he looks frail, but god, the man was fifty odd. His soft voice still joked and smiled with those around him, and This Is It shows MJ as the fantastic performer he should have remained.

My favourite MJ track is Beat It, because you just can’t resist that bassline, and what’s more – he’s the only man I’ve ever seen get anywhere CLOSE to pulling off a red pvc/plastic sports jacket. Also, it includes the best guitar solo from any of his tracks, ever.

Thursday playlist: Kings of Leon lull

1. Kings of Leon – Closer (only just comes in first as my favourite KoL track, in front of Molly’s Chambers and their cover of Pixies’ Where Is My Mind)

2. The Black Keys – Tighten Up

3. Flight Facilities – Crave You

4. Karen Elson – The Ghost Who Walks

5. Dead Prez – Hip-Hop (the best hip hop song of all time, FYI)

6. The Drums – Let’s Go Surfing

7. Goldfrapp – Ooh La La

8. Ou Est Le Swimming Pool – Dance The Way I Feel

9. Stereophonics – Dakota

10. The Beatles – Hey Jude

Thursday playlist: Quarter Century Young

1. Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs – Garden

2. City Rain – This I Will Remember, Part 1

3. LCD Soundsystem – You Wanted A Hit (Soulwax remix)

4. Coltrane Motion – Please Call It A Comeback

5. Mark Ronson – Bang Bang Bang feat. Q-Tip

6. Lady Gaga – Alejandro

7. Miike Snow – Song For No One

8. Chemical Brothers – Dissolve

9.  Florence & The Machine – Addicted To Love

10. Scarlett Johansson – Anywhere I Lay My Head

Flipping the coin

While I was at Jónsi (see below for an explanation of why that night changed my life), I did something I haven’t done for a really long time. I looked at the crowd.

Normally when you go to a gig, your world revolves around the bubble of people in your immediate vicinity – and the band/person on stage. Maybe it was because this was no ordinary concert, but within the first ten minutes I became acutely aware of the fact that my jaw was hanging open. Not just partially surprised at what I was looking at, RIGHT OPEN.

After the micro-second of embarrassment, I realised just as quickly that *no-one* in the room cared about whatever I was doing and I started to wonder if this Icelandic gentleman was affecting people in the same way.

Then. Then, I thought about photos. Photos of gigs. You see the standard crowd shot, arms reaching for the sky, girls on boys’ shoulders at festivals, the rockstar screaming into a microphone – even the artist that likes to take photos of the audience. But has anyone spent the whole gig looking back into the crowd? Are there photographs somewhere that pick out people and record their reactions?

I’d love to know. I’d love to take some myself for that matter. The search begins…