Quite the opposite. You are diminishing it because you either are not aware of the historical value (which Is unfortunate for a MJ fan) or you are attempting to defend the Estate's mistake or both.
Remember, Michael won a historical 8 Grammys AFTER he moonwalked; not the other way around. Everytime Michael performed Billie Jean he moonwalked because of his appearance on Motown25. What did he do to commemorate his Grammy performances? He knew the value. See what he said in Moonwalk, his own words.
It would help if others who saw the show at that time could please speak to the significance of that night so this new spin that it can happen anywhere does not take root for any MJ fan.
I was there, so I will try. Onir, I really appreciate your comment that Michael had it in him-and it could have happened in some other show, tour, whatever and maybe so.
But as they say "luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity" and I think that is also when "Magic happens".
That night really did change everything-Motown itself changed so many things about America-race wise-for the first time these super catchy, sing along and GREAT songs were being played on white radio-where people couldn't help but belt along with them and dance to the songs because they were just that good.
I was a little kid, so I wasn't aware of white radio or black radio and stuff like that, but I knew I loved the Supremes from the Ed Sullivan show and one day I'll tell the story about discovering the rest of Motown and seeing the Jackson 5 on the "Hollywood Palace" when I was 13.
But remember, at that time, we were still more or less segregated with music-"Thriller" had been out for about 7 months or so and there were only about 2 million households out there with cable and MTV. Not a lot of people I knew even knew about "Thriller" yet. I didn't.
But the "Motown 25" special was something else-it was on NBC and FIFTY MILLION PEOPLE all gathered around their TVs to watch this historic reunion-in more or less real time-no cable, no VCRs back then-if we wanted to see the show we were there to see it-all at the same time. And I think so many people were watching because we were nostalgic for the past, even then. I was excited beyond words to see Smokey, and Diana, and the Temptations, and Michael and all of the Jacksons (who I always adored) and I could just go on and on.
And the show was just wonderful-the costumes, the dancing, the just amazing number of pure sheer talent on that stage-all with Motown and Berry in common. I was on an adrenalin high-I could barely contain myself-I had plopped right in front of the TV on the floor like I was a little kid and kept screaming at my mom to make sure she was watching every second. Even people I didn't realize I loved like Marvin Gaye, Lionel and Stevie, I loved that night.
And then Michael and the brothers came on, and I was beaming like a Cheshire cat-they were so great, they all looked great-they had become young adults behind my back and they harmonized beautifully-the close ups of Michael were heart stopping. I was crying and hollering with sheer happiness over how wonderful this whole show was.
And then suddenly, when I thought it was over, and I can't tell you how tense I was with this-he was all alone on the stage-he made a little speech like his old sweet self, and then turned to the camera-and his expression totally changed: he glared and stared out at us-and totally freaked me out. What was he doing? What was he going to do? Why was he looking so angry and intense and passionate-Oh, my gosh. Michael had NEVER EVER looked like that. My heart must have been going 200 beats a minute with just that look.
Then that bass line started and he slammed that fedora on his head and as I told somebody in another thread, I was electric shocked through the TV set.
It was the single greatest performance of ANYONE that I had ever seen-ever-and I've seen the greatest of the greats. I had my mothers hand in a death grip and almost broke her arm during the song.
Needless, to say I didn't sleep that night, and the next day at work, that was all anyone could talk about it-I stopped at the record store on my way home and snapped up both "Thriller" AND "Off the Wall." It absolutely changed everything-race relations went right out the window-whether people intended them to or not-nobody could stop talking about or listening to him. Nobody of any race, nobody of any gender, everybody from 2 to 82.
It was an absolute amazing moment of time-that he completely stole the show that was probably one of the best television events television ever.
For me, it's like it just happened last night-and I get a shivery thrill whenever I think of it-