If you asked me to rank my favorite musicians/performers off the top of my head, it would be a long time before I got down to Michael Jackson.  I’ve always placed him in the “kinda like” category.  Nevertheless, based on all I’ve read and heard about the movie, This Is It, I was looking forward to seeing it.  Everything fell into place and we got to see it yesterday with Marcus and Ashley.

I highly recommend seeing this movie on the big screen in a theater with great sound.  I think this is the best concert movie that I have ever seen (even though there really never was a concert L).  And I have seen, in the theater, Woodstock, Gimme Shelter, The Song Remains the Same, Yessongs and many others.  This was amazing, even in comparison to those great films.

As I watched MJ work so earnestly and so hard, I kept thinking about Judy Garland.  She was a performer that was just mind-boggling to watch in action.  No matter the quality of the song, when Judy performed it, she SOLD it.  She took every bit of emotion available in a song and wrung it out like a sponge.  Jackson performed a song in much the same way. It was impressive to witness what a complex working knowledge he had of music in general and each song in particular, how clearly he envisioned what he wanted, and how graciously he insisted on achieving his vision.

Of course, I also thought of Judy Garland because she was a consummate performer with a wreck of a personal life who sought refuge and relief in medication until it killed her.  Sad and sad.  Is that kind of personal unhappiness required for great art?  Sometimes it seems so.  Perhaps, in spite of my extensive charm, incredible good-looks and remarkable talent, I’m just too doggone happy to ever be great.  Alas, a burden I shall have to keep.

The thing that struck me most as I watched this excellent film was a remarkably self-centered sorrow.  I am almost angry that I am not going to be given the opportunity to witness this spectacular concert.  I am also sorry for the other musicians and dancers that were so excited to be involved in the show.  Some had dreamed of this opportunity since they were children.  In spite of the (sometimes overwhelming) sorrow, the movie is still a beautiful and thrilling experience.  The Way You Make Me Feel, Human Nature, Thriller, Beat It, Billie Jean, Black & White, Man In The Mirror – each song was going to be a visual and audio performance masterpiece.  I haven’t seen anyone like Madonna or Brittney Spears, but I’ve read about the incredible number of costume changes, etc. in their shows.  For this show, the stage, costumes, props, and effects were going to be remarkably complex and different as well as uniquely suited to each song he was going to perform.  What a show that wooda been!  So. You should go see this movie, since we can’t go to the concert.

Love all y’all!

At some point today or tomorrow SHE <== is going to say it. Like the back of my hand, I know this.  She is extremely capable and kinda amazing really.  Nothing that we do here is difficult per se, but there are so many steps to take and she knows them all!  I’m not talking about 4 or 5 steps either.  She’s probably responsible for 50 different processes and each process has 50 different steps and she remembers them all!  I couldn’t be happier for her presence on our team here.  But.  At some point, while she’s explaining some complex series of steps, she’s going to say, “We usually blah blah blah but in all reality we need to blah blah blah.” And then I’m going to choke back an unmanly scream.  It’s just a pet peeve of mine (are there ever just peeves or are there only pet ones?).  Whenever she says, “…in all reality…” I want to mention to her that reality either is or is not.  There can’t be some or few reality so how can there be all?  Yeesh!

I know exactly what you’re thinking, btw.  You’re thinking, “Hey there Oak Cliff, you need to simmer down!” And, of course, you’re right.  I also need to simmer down when we consider him <==.  Truthfully…in all reality *grits teeth*…he is a fine upstanding person.  Loyal, conscientious, reliable, among many other qualities.  Thank goodness I don’t have a sister to test this on, but if I had a sister and she wanted to date him, I would say, “Well.  You could do worse.”  High praise indeed, from me, about a man.  I just have one slight little tiny pet peeve with him too – EVERY SINGLE WORD HE SAYS (!).

So.  The problem is likely not with either of these two noble citizens.  Alas.  I must look at the man in the mirror – Thou art the man, Oak Cliff! The problem is that, in spite of my head turning good looks, discreet charm, and erudite compassion, I am an introvert at heart and I want everyone to just shut the heck up.  My kingdom for a moment’s silence!! *wails*

Whenever I start getting all on edge like this, the best thing is to put on my head phones and seek solace in music’s golden tongue.  Today, I double-clicked on “How He Loves” and scarce three notes, ere Music’s golden tongue flatter’d to tears this aged man and poor.  Truly with this song, I have to be careful when I listen to it because I am Always Going To Cry.  Every time.  Kim Walker (that’s her singing) has a basement to her voice like Karen Carpenter.  She’s this slight, tiny thing with a voice like a waltzing valkyrie.  And yet, there’s something about the timbre of her voice in this song that touches me like nothing else.  Possibly because it is a live performance…maybe she’s tired by this time in her concert…or maybe the song is just too low for her to begin with. I dunno.  But there’s something about the fragility in her voice that goes so well with the words she’s singing.  At the same time since she’s singing from the basement, there is a Real Power in her that also fits with the words.

So when I’m exhausting myself maintaining my pet peeves and otherwise thinking disagreeable thoughts, there’s nothing like How He Loves to turn me around.  My favorite line goes:

So Heaven meets Earth like a sloppy wet kiss
 And my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don’t
Have
Time to maintain these regrets
When I think about
The way
He loves us

Have you ever heard anything like that?  Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss?  Uncomfortable imagery to some maybe, but not to me - I love it.  It fits perfectly in a waltz and in a song about how He loves us.  Kim Walker seems to love it too.  She means every word she says in this song it seems (I also get choked up when she says "...brace yourself!" for some reason...I don't know why).  So I'll keep my headphones on until the bad voices stop and I'll try not to cry too much and get some work done all at the same time.  Are there any songs that affect you like this?

Here it is on youtube and also on xanga audio if you prefer:

AU~brace yourself!