Husky, dusky, powerful, great voice, great guitar playin’, great camaraderie and I don’t have my flip video camera cause at the last minute I wimped out. Got scared at the very end like the first time I skipped school. Didn’t even skip my first class until I was a sophomore in HS… I didn’t even leave the class to drive off with my friends and our new driver’s licenses to hit the beach and share a beer and joint. Instead I hid in a school bathroom, standing on a toilet seat, sneaking a cigarette drag every now and then.
Another example of time travel in the 21st Century… Here was Heart, “Oh my God, look at those two women – feel that energy… those sisters, performing their asses off thirty years after first hittin’ the stage with their hard rock sound!”
I wanted to bring my new Flip HD Video camera to the gig, I was all excited about it, conjuring up the recording I would make of the show; stuffed the petite device into the bottom of my purse to hide it from the security search …and then…took it out again and left it on my desk at the office. What if it gets confiscated? What if I get caught? After all, working the concert production biz; I have spent many a night with an eagle eye toward illegal cameras and recordings.
Michael Jackson’s Last Dance
This, of course, is not it.
That’s showbiz reality, and so critics have greeted this film with ramped-up cynicism, charging exploitation, poor production values, overprotection of Jackson (too few close-ups of his oft-doctored facial features; too much holding back on singing full-out), no journalistic coverage of his death and the attendant questions about drug usage; and on and on.
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