The King of Pop they call him. That title may be a tad overblown, pretentious, or whatever you want to call it; but it's also utterly true. And now the half third Black, third White, third Alien is coming to rock your world at the O2 in July, over ten dates. Yep, that's right. Michael Jackson is playing live again.
At a press conference earlier with thousands of screaming fans, he stated that these shows will be his last ever. The 'This Is It' tour. The final curtain call. Yeahhhh, whatever. We'll see how much you make from it first (and how longer your silicone frame will hold out for).
I know I'm making quite a few jokes against his bizarre nature and / or lifestyle. But I still think he's an utter songwriting genius, a fantastic singer, and a blinding dancer. Truly what the real deal is made of. Perhaps this was more apparent in his eighties heyday, where Billie Jean and Smooth Criminal dominated the waves; yet sadly, he lost the plot. Completely. Did he touch kids? I don't know. No-one really does. The point is, he's still a fucking fruitcake. I just hope he doesn't blow it onstage.
Michael Jackson; The King Of Pop; Wacko Jacko. Whatever you want to label him, he still made Beat It. Your argument is now invalid.
(By the way, tickets go on sale 13th March.)
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