I conducted an interview with a pianist this week, and during our interview she happened to mention the piano duo Anderson and Roe. When I looked them up on YouTube and discovered their rendition of Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean," I was captivated and impressed. Check it out, if you'd like:
I've been really disappointed with nearly all the posthumous Michael Jackson videos (one of the most recent, "Love Never Felt So Good," for instance, was so painful for me to watch). "A Place With No Name," however, is certainly an exception. I think that this video was tastefully created, and for that reason I'm posting it on my website. Have a look:
So everyone's talking about the MJ hologram that performed at this year's Billboard Music Awards in Vegas. After having seen Cirque du Soleil's spectacular "ONE" show at Mandalay Bay and how they also incorporated a hologram into that performance, I must say that I don't have a problem with this overall idea. Many fans may disagree, saying that the Billboard performance was "upsetting" or "disappointing," but . . . honestly . . . I think Michael would've gotten a kick out of all this. Besides, what better way to honor and feel Michael's presence than a lifelike hologram? We can't have the real thing anymore, so this must be the next best. (Right?) And whoever put the performance together made sure that every move was on point. Sorry, but that performance was MJ through and through--every step, every finger point, every turn of the head. (Trust me--if it weren't, I wouldn't be writing this nod of approval.) Was the hologram a little strange to see? Yes, sure. It wasn't perfect, but it was respectable, and I am thrilled that MJ is still getting the love and attention that he deserves. We can't let anyone forget about him. It would be a disservice to the world and to the music business.
To watch Hologram MJ do his 'thang, click play below:
Another song from Michael Jackson's upcoming album "Xscape" has been released, and it is spectacular. Produced by Timbaland, "Chicago" begins with Michael singing, "I met her on the way to Chicago." The chorus is especially powerful; it's almost as if Michael was gritting his teeth while he was singing (love, love, love that!).
Preview the song here and see what I mean: http://rapdose.com/2014/05/05/michael-jackson-chicago
One week until "Xscape" is released! Woop woop!
Michael's estate (in conjunction with Epic) is getting ready to release a new batch of unreleased MJ songs, according to Billboard. I'm guessing this will be the beautiful cover art:
I'm beyond excited. Apparently this CD comes out May 13 and it will include a deluxe edition of the album that contains all the original sourced recordings.
Excited. Excited. Excited. So. Excited.
Here's the teaser:
More information here. YAY! :)))))))))))))))
Very rarely do I enjoy Michael Jackson covers. I have a hard time keeping an open mind when I listen to them because, well, I don't think that Michael is an artist whose songs should be covered. They are already at their best. Another artist can't make them any better. And, frankly, no artist can do him justice.
Maybe that's a little harsh, but hey. You're talking to hardcore Michael Jackson fan here (did I mention that I seriously contemplated buying a rare $250 vinyl record of his on eBay recently?). Yeah. I love MJ with all the power vested in me.
I was reading my latest issue of Rolling Stone over the weekend and a reviewer was giving a huge thumbs up to Tame Impala's cover of "Stranger in Moscow." Surprisingly, upon YouTubing the video, I was pleasantly surprised that I . . . get ready . . . oh man, here comes my confession . . . enjoyed it. Thoroughly enjoyed it. I think they keep the song's pleasantries intact, and I can appreciate that.
So, Tame Impala, I'll give you this one. I will. Nice work.
I'm sure Michael would've been tickled.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY 55TH BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE ARTIST OF ALL TIME, MY HERO, MY INSPIRATION, MY FRIEND: MICHAEL JACKSON!
Check out these "Top 10 Moments" that ABC compiled to celebrate this special day. This
is also well worth a click.
Fact #1: I am a HUGE Michael Jackson fan.
Fact #2: I love when people pay tribute to the King of Pop using their own incredible talents.
Fact #3: These videos blew me away. I just had to share!
Video #1: "Smooth Criminal," cello-style. Insanely awesome and accurate!
Video #2: Let's just say that I wish Sungha Jung could be my little brother. 'Cause this . . . this is just incredible. I-N-C-R-E-D-I-B-L-E. Wow.
I don’t dream about Michael Jackson as often as I’d like, so when I do, my dreams tend to be particularly memorable and meaningful.
As was the case last night.
I dreamt that Michael visited my hometown. Prior to his visit, I was responsible for hanging a sign that said, “Michael Jackson: Turn Left” (strangely, I have no recollection of hanging said sign during my dream).
Suddenly--and I’m very grateful for this part--my best friend Cristy appeared beside me. While I’m pretty sure she was preoccupied with trying on hundreds of pairs of goggles (?!), she seemed just as excited to meet Michael as I was.
When he finally arrived, crowds gathered around our idol and--somehow--I waited patiently for Michael to make his way to me.
When he did, he and I made eye contact and exchanged smiles. I also happened to notice how his hands formed fists at his sides; I took those fists, put my hands atop them and I held those fists in front of his chest with all my might, gently shaking them as I told him over and over again how much I loved him. And I meant it. And I knew he could tell that I meant it.
I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone “I love you” with that much force, enthusiasm, and honesty. It was incredible.
Michael kept smiling and nodding his head, and then suggested that perhaps I could meet him backstage later that evening. I was thrilled.
By the time he walked away, I told Cristy that I couldn’t believe that I didn’t get a photo with him, but she and I managed to sneak a photo of him walking away. By that time, he was trekking through snow up to his shoulders with the help of his bodyguard (and wouldn’t you know that his bodyguard was Robin Williams!). Michael continued to greet fans by shaking their hands and shyly nodding as they complimented him. Before he disappeared into the snow, he turned around and looked at me and I looked at him.
And that was it.
That whole “I love you” scene--the part where I’m repeating those words over and over and over--is a scene that reminds me that outside of my dreams, Michael has taught me to love, love, love. I not only love him, but music, nature, art . . . everything in life that he loved, too.
Fiction, poetry, and all that good stuff . . .