never let you part
So it was Michael's birthday today yesterday and I watched enough videos to make me want to put my arms around him and hug him again, just physically protect him. How strange that urge has come out of nowhere and persists. But so be it.
I didn't do everything I wanted to do today but still the Internet has been good to me. Cos it always bugged me how the video for Will You Be There was spliced with the Bucharest tour performance and I always wondered where that original beautifully staged performance was from.
Christ, I always loved that outfit so much, so sleek and fine and utterly beautiful, set off by that gorgeous belt that I swear to God I would loathe on anybody else but him. One of my most favourite dance routines too, the grace and elegance and silence of it. So very poignant and mysterious, the handing of those objects and the awful fragile loneliness of him.
And man, that angel makes my insides liquefy every time! She's so gorgeous, all the bronze feathered detail of her. And maudlin as it is, that moment at the end always makes my heart clench. It's so visually stunning and emotive too. A black angel, a golden angel ... god, that's so beautiful.
Slight panic tonight though cos apparently I've lost the tape featuring one of the most electrifying performances ever, the one that references my most favourite Gene Kelly film with the opening of Get Happy. Not lost, misplaced. It's gotta be somewhere. I'll find it. *resolve face*
Until then:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh every moment of that phenomenally long dance routine I know and every moment of that makes me indescribably happy. Just guh. And nngh. And wah. I actually remember watching that on television for the first time ever, wideeyed and coming over all goosebumps at the first appearance of the Skywalk, and squealing aloud at the Janet samples, utterly delighted and loving him so much for those little touches.
I better bloody find my tape.
So anyway, art. Because I only discovered this picture this week and had to have it.
And a rather classy and sweet --- if you understand the words in Hindi as well --- tribute by the singers of Bollywood. It's so great to see the singers for once, and all the more meaningful that it's for him. Make It Large.
I'm so glad the funeral wasn't today yesterday. I didn't want his birthday to be associated with that. Thank you, universe, for that at least.
I didn't do everything I wanted to do today but still the Internet has been good to me. Cos it always bugged me how the video for Will You Be There was spliced with the Bucharest tour performance and I always wondered where that original beautifully staged performance was from.
Click to viewChrist, I always loved that outfit so much, so sleek and fine and utterly beautiful, set off by that gorgeous belt that I swear to God I would loathe on anybody else but him. One of my most favourite dance routines too, the grace and elegance and silence of it. So very poignant and mysterious, the handing of those objects and the awful fragile loneliness of him.
And man, that angel makes my insides liquefy every time! She's so gorgeous, all the bronze feathered detail of her. And maudlin as it is, that moment at the end always makes my heart clench. It's so visually stunning and emotive too. A black angel, a golden angel ... god, that's so beautiful.
Slight panic tonight though cos apparently I've lost the tape featuring one of the most electrifying performances ever, the one that references my most favourite Gene Kelly film with the opening of Get Happy. Not lost, misplaced. It's gotta be somewhere. I'll find it. *resolve face*
Until then:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh every moment of that phenomenally long dance routine I know and every moment of that makes me indescribably happy. Just guh. And nngh. And wah. I actually remember watching that on television for the first time ever, wideeyed and coming over all goosebumps at the first appearance of the Skywalk, and squealing aloud at the Janet samples, utterly delighted and loving him so much for those little touches.
I better bloody find my tape.
So anyway, art. Because I only discovered this picture this week and had to have it.
And a rather classy and sweet --- if you understand the words in Hindi as well --- tribute by the singers of Bollywood. It's so great to see the singers for once, and all the more meaningful that it's for him. Make It Large.
I'm so glad the funeral wasn't today yesterday. I didn't want his birthday to be associated with that. Thank you, universe, for that at least.