The mailman delivered my copy of Michael Jackson's Vision today. Coming trang chủ in a winter storm, I found the package hanging from the door handle in a rubber band and I smiled like a little kid on Christmas.
With my cheeks still blushing from the cold I opened it and seeing the holograms of the cover my smile got even broader. I was happy the casing was made with such quality detail and it brought back many happy memories. Then my smile froze. There was a promotion sticker on the cover. It read: "The Definitive DVD Collection." Definitive. As in never again, ever no more, no further. And so the sadness overtook me again and I couldn't chịu, gấu to watch it. I have been hoping for this sort of collection for many, many years, thêm hoặc less since my VHS copies of "The making of Thriller" and "Moonwalker" became obsolete. But not like this.
I have been furious about the media hype and all posthumous "products". I was đắng, cay đắng and saw those involved all as greedy and disrespectful, dancing on MJ's grave for money. But the same hype opened the eyes of a whole new generation of MJ những người hâm mộ and how can I not adore bạn all? In July 2009 I saw two kids in the street, maximum ten years of age, trying to Moonwalk and spin on their toes. It truly warmed my heart.
I thought the idea of immediately turning MJ into a video game without his approval was an utter disgrace. Now I think of all these kids having a blast dancing to this video game and I see no harm.
When the info started leaking about the "Michael" album I started cringing again. I somehow thought the 10 planned albums were just a hoax, it just sounded too insane to me. Breaking News broke my heart. I was devastated, to me they were plundering MJ's grave. But then Hold My Hand was released and it did have a sparkle of Michael's tình yêu and magic and I was in tears, tears of happiness and tears of loss. I wish it would just end here. Michael gave us so much, he gave to the point where he was on his bare knees, out of breath and with a broken heart. Why can't it just be enough? Why does the money industry have to turn him into a Mất tích soul, releasing new material as if he was still here? Yet I see here on this spot how bạn my fellow fans, are so happy and excited and I don't want to take that away from bạn and I have no doubt bạn tình yêu MJ as much as I do, in your way.
I have been a die-hard người hâm mộ of MJ since I was 13, defending him in all ways possible. He has had an endless impact on my life and I was inconsolable when he passed. I struggle because deep in my tim, trái tim I am so afraid Michael would disapprove of this legacy circus, that he would feel robbed and manipulated. And even so I cave in and consume all this I'm being fed in his memory.
I stare at the snowstorm outside and I feel like a hypocrite.
With my cheeks still blushing from the cold I opened it and seeing the holograms of the cover my smile got even broader. I was happy the casing was made with such quality detail and it brought back many happy memories. Then my smile froze. There was a promotion sticker on the cover. It read: "The Definitive DVD Collection." Definitive. As in never again, ever no more, no further. And so the sadness overtook me again and I couldn't chịu, gấu to watch it. I have been hoping for this sort of collection for many, many years, thêm hoặc less since my VHS copies of "The making of Thriller" and "Moonwalker" became obsolete. But not like this.
I have been furious about the media hype and all posthumous "products". I was đắng, cay đắng and saw those involved all as greedy and disrespectful, dancing on MJ's grave for money. But the same hype opened the eyes of a whole new generation of MJ những người hâm mộ and how can I not adore bạn all? In July 2009 I saw two kids in the street, maximum ten years of age, trying to Moonwalk and spin on their toes. It truly warmed my heart.
I thought the idea of immediately turning MJ into a video game without his approval was an utter disgrace. Now I think of all these kids having a blast dancing to this video game and I see no harm.
When the info started leaking about the "Michael" album I started cringing again. I somehow thought the 10 planned albums were just a hoax, it just sounded too insane to me. Breaking News broke my heart. I was devastated, to me they were plundering MJ's grave. But then Hold My Hand was released and it did have a sparkle of Michael's tình yêu and magic and I was in tears, tears of happiness and tears of loss. I wish it would just end here. Michael gave us so much, he gave to the point where he was on his bare knees, out of breath and with a broken heart. Why can't it just be enough? Why does the money industry have to turn him into a Mất tích soul, releasing new material as if he was still here? Yet I see here on this spot how bạn my fellow fans, are so happy and excited and I don't want to take that away from bạn and I have no doubt bạn tình yêu MJ as much as I do, in your way.
I have been a die-hard người hâm mộ of MJ since I was 13, defending him in all ways possible. He has had an endless impact on my life and I was inconsolable when he passed. I struggle because deep in my tim, trái tim I am so afraid Michael would disapprove of this legacy circus, that he would feel robbed and manipulated. And even so I cave in and consume all this I'm being fed in his memory.
I stare at the snowstorm outside and I feel like a hypocrite.
