Monday, June 29, 2009

See What I Mean?


In my previous posts on Michael Jackson, I had referenced some of the concern I had with him being a "role model" for young children, even back in the "Thriller" days. Many parents seemed blissfully unaware or unconcerned about lyric content, not to mention the frequent crotch-grabbing and other elements of Michael's stage persona.

This linked USA Today article offers a glimpse into the upcoming extravaganza concerts that were to kick off next month in England. Here is a brief clip from that article . . .

For a splashy version of "Dirty Diana," Jackson wanted a flaming bed with a pole-dancing aerialist "playing the part of the fire," Alonzo says.

The elaborately plotted stunt: Jackson intended to be pursued around the bed by the "fire woman," and each time she touched the stage, flames in the form of fluttering crimson fabric would shoot skyward.

After she caught him, she would lash him to the bed's tall posts with gold rope and a sheet of red fabric would billow before him, illuminating his struggling silhouette.

When the sheet fell, the magic trick would be triggered — the woman would be revealed as the one ensnared, and Jackson would materialize on a stage in the center of the arena.


Pole dancing, firewomen and a burning bed. Yeah, that's real wholesome imagery for children, isn't it? I can just see the seven or eight-year-olds' questions on the way home. "Mommy, what was that woman and the pole all about? Why was the bed on fire?" Who knows what other things the show would have included if it had actually gone off.

My point in all this isn't to kick a dead man, even though I'll probably get accused of it. My point is that parents need to wake up and re-evaluate whom they allow their children to idolize.

Michael Jackson might be gone, but there will always be someone else.

4 comments:

Ron said...

And the parents (or adults) need to re-evaluate who/what they idolize and overlook as well.

Solameanie said...

Ron, I would agree completely!

Stan McCullars said...

I gave up on Michael Jackson when he became obsessed with grabbing his crotch.

He was a pervert.

Caleb Kolstad said...

Great post!