Sorry sa fans nya, but I found his performance mejo OA and KSP. Imagine he had his shades on the whole time he was singing, then took them off after the song, to show the audience he was crying, then looks to the coffin to the left. A major Kodak moment dontcha think? And gads, Brooke Shields was just hysterical as she painfully tried to crack jokes about the time she spent with MJ. And John Mayer...geez, another OA performance there. I thought he was having a stroke with the way his face contorted.
Btw, they should've asked Smokey Robinson to sing, and the Jackson Brothers should not have worn their white gloves. It made them look pathetic, trying to honor (or ape) their only brother who had the real talent among them. I wonder if MJ's body was actually in that gleaming silver casket. Oh well.
But didn't you guys think the Rev. Lucious was luscious?!?! Way hotttt?! this man of God. Praise the Lord.
Rest in peace, MJ. The circus is over.
We had him by Maya Angelou
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.