This Is (not) It

When I went to watch This Is It, I hoped it would be a closure for my tribute to MJ. Unexpectedly, I was in more denial afterwards. I still couldn’t believe the man had dead. I miss him more now. I wonder what his concert in London would be like if it actually came on stage. I remember I said a few years ago that I’d pay big money for his concert if it were 10 or 15 years ago, but not then; because he had well passed his heyday. After watching that documentary and a few live performance clips of him in this century on YouTube, I have to admit I was wrong. The man still had it. He still knew every bit, in details, of his music. He was still a master, a genius, an icon. He knew exactly what he wanted, from the band, from the fans, and from himself. At 50 years of age, he could still sing and dance those brilliant moves effortlessly. It was simply his. He only needed to feel it. He was the King of Pop, but he was the one who worked the hardest in rehearsals, directing everything into perfection.

A legend gone too soon. I miss you, MJ!