My Michael Jackson Moment
Radha Chadha -
Saturday, June 27, 2009 4:48 PM
Do you remember the time when we fell in love?
We were young and innocent then
I can still see the moves in my mind’s eye, his slim frame moving in that special Jackson way – tightly controlled, economic, intense – and I’d sit mesmerized, watching the video over and over again. I’d pop that video in at dinner times, and my two little kids – naughty, troublesome eaters – would be in a trance while I shoveled food quickly into their mouths. What about us, girl, he’d sing, pointing his finger into the camera. So when the chance came to actually see Jackson in person, I grabbed it.
It was the early 90s. We were young and innocent then. My husband looked after Pepsi marketing, and the Jackson-Pepsi association was at its height. The job at hand was to check out the Michael Jackson show – he was doing a series of concerts in London then – and understand what it would take to get the show to India. So off he flew with me in tow – after all, watching a Jackson concert is the sort of job where an extra pair of ears and eyes could only help.
Magical. That’s the word that comes to my mind. Even after almost two decades gone, I can summon up the feeling of being at Wembley, the raw excitement in the air, the jam-packed stadium, and the whole extravaganza that unfolded in front of my eyes. This was showbiz like I had never seen before – Jackson’s oh-wow performance on the one hand, and the whole impact of cutting-edge production technology on the other – it was sheer magic. (My husband later learned that he’d have to fly in planeload after planeload of equipment for the show into India.)
My enduring memory is Jackson taking off like a rocket at the end of the show. He was there one moment and then the next he was in this space-suit-like thingy and before my eyes he just flew out of the stadium.
Did Jackson agree to come to India? Yes, he did. But the show was cancelled at the last minute, Jackson wasn’t well, dehydration I think. And then all the weird things started, and perhaps he wasn’t all that young and innocent any more…
As I look back on his life – the good, the bad, the downright weird – I wonder what it was about him that made him such a hit, that gave him that Pied-Piper like ability to connect with millions? He was different for sure – his music, as also his pop-dancing style, was way different from anything we had seen before. Enormous talent. Unbounded creativity. Young and innocent. A complete original. Hat ke. Unique. Whacko.
There is a thin line between being different-original-unique and being whacko. In his case – as indeed in the case of umpteen other creative geniuses – the line blurred over time with tragic consequences. Do you remember how it all began, It just seemed like heaven so why did it end, he sang. It may have ended, Michael, but there's no taking away from the huge contribution you made to music and our lives.
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