I am a mere few hours from taking off to Los Angeles for a week-plus. I'm sitting on my futon in unbearable heat because I refuse to turn on my A/C and watch my utility bill triple. I am also watching Michael Jackson's Live in Bucharest concert on DVD - a keepsake that thankfully came as a part of MJ's Ultimate Collection, which I bought 3 years ago.And let me tell you this: today's musicians need to take note of a true King of Pop. In this concert, Michael is dancing his fucking face off. Crotch pulling, spinning, kicking, jumping, moonwalking... and he is ACTUALLY singing.
You hear that, Britney? Madonna? Ladies? He is dancing AND he is singing. In a giant, open air stadium in Bucharest with over 70,000 people.
And guess what? At times he is breathless. At times he stutters. Sometimes he skips whole lyrics because his lungs just can't take it. It is far from a perfect vocal/audio experience. But you know what? It's real. It is real and it is worth every penny that these Bucharestians paid to see him.
And this is a lesson that pop and music in general needs to learn today. Ditto for our American Idol generation. Why do we expect perfection today? Because we hear it on our MP3s? It's not about perfection. It's about a real experience. Breathing the same carbon being expelled by a pop star who is actually singing.
I don't care what excuses are out there. Fuck acoustics. Fuck performance standards. Britney Spears should not be allowed on stage if she is not actually going to sing - God knows she's not really dancing either, so I have no idea what the fuck people are paying to see her for.
And we shouldn't support artists who lip sync. Who use technology and special effects to distract us. No. We should support artists like Michael, who LITERALLY gave it their all. At the end of this concert *i know this because I've watched this DVD countless times*, Michael can barely stumble over to the rocket pack that shoots him off the stage and over the crowd. He has no voice. He is bathed in sweat.
And my God, I'm crying. Michael, you really were the King of Pop. With Black and White, Remember the Time, and Thriller you invented the Music Video as narrative. With Scream you showed the world that tons of money could be spent on a video, and that it could be a raging success. And with Bucharest you showed us that when we pay to see a musician, we don't expect CD-grade spectacle. We expect the humanization of an idol.
That's what we paid for, and that's what we deserve.
xoJR
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