Michael Jackson - Another Part of Me
** (out of four)
Last night, after my bowling league ended, seven friends and I stayed and bowled a couple games. Five guys and three girls, and I entered everyone's name into the scoring computer as one of the Jackson family. We had a Janet, a Tito, a Jermaine, a La Toya, a Rebbie and a Joe, I was Marlon, and our Michael was the man's mannest of our present group of friends. This guy's a sports nut, he can talk guns and hunting for hours and his voice is an imposing baritone. But for two bowling games - twenty frames - he was Michael Jackson.
Every homosexual pedophile joke imaginable was cracked between Mike and the rest of us, and even in character, he had that deep, deep voice. Except for his version of the trademark Michael Jackson "Eeee-heee!" Which he developed midway through the first game, and which he soon learned became an extremely effective mechanism to distract me just as I was gearing up to release my ball. It was a funny, funny couple of hours, and I didn't even mind when Michael and his wife left and only paid for two games when they really owed for four.
Anyway, that's the only reason I allowed my TiVo remote to linger on the video for "Another Part of Me." Had the Jackson family bowling night not occurred, I'd have skipped right over this by-the-numbers concert clip from the 1988 Bad tour. "Another Part" was the, what, seventh? single from the Bad album and its least memorable. A mid-tempo, funk-lite throwaway with an extended funk-guitars-and-horns breakdown that does its level best to rip off the Prince 12" singles of the same time.
Michael's on his vast concert stage - you can be sure there will be multi-colored laser lights flashing behind him at various points - with his big-haired band flanking him from behind. He's wearing some white lycra bicycling shirt with his dozens-of-buckles leather pants held up by an uber-tacky silver, "Let's go line dancing, dang it!" buckle. Dressed to impress, Michael nonetheless doesn't seem that into the idea of putting on a show. He spins a few times, he tries to get the audience to sing along (HINT: that trick is always better executed when accompanied by a popular song, Mike) and mainly he just kind of wanders the stage with the microphone. My man's man friend would let this stay on for about five seconds. Then he'd let out a rousing "Eeee-heee!" and kill a deer or two.
Last night, after my bowling league ended, seven friends and I stayed and bowled a couple games. Five guys and three girls, and I entered everyone's name into the scoring computer as one of the Jackson family. We had a Janet, a Tito, a Jermaine, a La Toya, a Rebbie and a Joe, I was Marlon, and our Michael was the man's mannest of our present group of friends. This guy's a sports nut, he can talk guns and hunting for hours and his voice is an imposing baritone. But for two bowling games - twenty frames - he was Michael Jackson.
Every homosexual pedophile joke imaginable was cracked between Mike and the rest of us, and even in character, he had that deep, deep voice. Except for his version of the trademark Michael Jackson "Eeee-heee!" Which he developed midway through the first game, and which he soon learned became an extremely effective mechanism to distract me just as I was gearing up to release my ball. It was a funny, funny couple of hours, and I didn't even mind when Michael and his wife left and only paid for two games when they really owed for four.
Anyway, that's the only reason I allowed my TiVo remote to linger on the video for "Another Part of Me." Had the Jackson family bowling night not occurred, I'd have skipped right over this by-the-numbers concert clip from the 1988 Bad tour. "Another Part" was the, what, seventh? single from the Bad album and its least memorable. A mid-tempo, funk-lite throwaway with an extended funk-guitars-and-horns breakdown that does its level best to rip off the Prince 12" singles of the same time.
Michael's on his vast concert stage - you can be sure there will be multi-colored laser lights flashing behind him at various points - with his big-haired band flanking him from behind. He's wearing some white lycra bicycling shirt with his dozens-of-buckles leather pants held up by an uber-tacky silver, "Let's go line dancing, dang it!" buckle. Dressed to impress, Michael nonetheless doesn't seem that into the idea of putting on a show. He spins a few times, he tries to get the audience to sing along (HINT: that trick is always better executed when accompanied by a popular song, Mike) and mainly he just kind of wanders the stage with the microphone. My man's man friend would let this stay on for about five seconds. Then he'd let out a rousing "Eeee-heee!" and kill a deer or two.
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