Michael Jackson 'This Is It' rehearsal: See the YouTube clip here

This concert would have been awesome. DAMN THEM DRUGS!!!

i think he looks thin but also looks GREAT and Sounds Great…….can’t wait to see!

Michael’s voice here was so beautiful, just like the orginal.
Sing to the angels dear. Love you forever.

michael sounds amazing, his moves are cute

Michael looked painfully thin in this video, however, his voice was heavenly and he is heavenly. Micheal was one of a kind and there will never be anyone like him. I love you Michael, as I wished that I could have had the pleasure of meeting you. Michael was a very “special soul” and I will miss him forever!

So, 15 years of persecution later by one lone child’s family’s extortion (amidst the thousands of children Michael came into contact with)- and it seems the media’s complicit, manipulating of his name continues. I, and many others who are concerned about the still continuing slandering of Michael would like to draw attention to the stories currently circulating in the US and English press. They state that Michael said Hitler was to be admired as an orator and that he wanted to ‘hug’ two infamous child killers in the UK. These are totally bogus stories, yet they are being given full coverage. Why is still happening when Michael cannot defend himself? I really hope people around the world see these stories for what they are: the media justifying its shameful treatment of Michael when he was alive by demonizing him now that he is dead. After all, if you hate him, you’ll believe anything about him won’t you?

Where to start in answering? Martin Scorcese called Michael’s persona ’shamanistic’, Spielberg
called him ‘an emotional star child’, Mark Romanek (director of Scream)referred to him as ‘metaphysical’, Anjelica Houston called him an ‘innocent.’ Whatever the word used, all of these highly creative individuals were each in their own way trying to convey the sense of wonderment, of difference, they felt in Michael’s prescence. You can hear it in his music. It’s seeded in every note, in the dynamics and harmonics of the songs he sang. If you listen and look, you can feel it in his entire body of work. And his voice – that soft yet hard, steel yet gossamer expression of power and beauty he could produce at will, that creeps inside you when you hear it, taps at the fortress of your innermost being, and offers it –everything. It was deceptive, he sang disco songs when he came out and it was therefore easy to see him as ‘just’ that, but inside those songs (whether they were his or how he interpreted them) were the stamp of his essence. It elevated the merely kinetic to the kaleidoscopic, music into magic and a thousand songs into the substance of the soul. You say Michael can be thought of as nothing more than an 80’s artefact, a relic of the bad, brash, primary-coloured, pre-Aids/9/11 times when we thought the whole world loved America, and people adored their stars like the old movie idols from back in the day. Maybe. But what you fail to realize is this; every kid I know is discovering Star Wars for the first time. The Sistine Chapel is no less beautiful now than it was when its painter first stepped back and exhaled. True art is immortal and it lives forever. Michael often quoted Micheangelo – who said: ‘I will bind my soul to my work.’ This is what Michael Jackson did. He took all that all that young idealism, that thirst for freedom, that yearning to ‘move’ and be moved, his desire to be the best, his love and joy, his rage, his pain, his sorrow, his confusion and his loss – and put into his work. When all the lies and the untruths have faded with time, and the predators who even now pick at his memory like vultures to the bone have finished their feasting – his work will remain. I find it interesting that the same media who are now saying ‘enough Michael Jackson’ didn’t employ that same restraint when for over 15 years they set about eroding and degrading his spirit. The grief I have felt since the 26th has been so intense and so profound that I know a great passing has occurred. It was physical – ‘is’ physical. It was as if the whole world for a moment felt some of the slow agony of being that misunderstood, that lonely, and that betrayed. Michael is free now and he sings and dances amongst the worlds. He has become – in the moment of his leaving, a symbol of our lost innocence and the possibilty of regaining that. And for those of us who know who and what he was, and what he tried to do here – he will shine forever. And that is why here in london, my friend and I will be feverishly logged onto the Sony site on Sunday morning to buy our golden ticket. It doesn’t matter if you don’t get it, or if you don’t get Michael. We get him. We let the all that is ugly in this world take him from us once – we won’t let it happen again.