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Monday, May 1, 2017

#Who's Bad--the Michael Jackson Show




Last Friday we went to the Casino to watch the Michael Jackson show. The show was called ‘Who’s Bad’. There were two impersonators. One of them was better than the other one. He looked more like Michael Jackson and he had the moves down to perfection. His moonwalk was smooth and impressive.

Both performers did a great job.

That was the only good thing I have to say about the show.

For me, it already started out badly. The guy who sat in front of me blocked half the stage, he was so big. I could see the performers only either with my left eye or my right eye, depending on which side of his huge head I looked past him. It was one of my nightmares come true. I have this fear (and rightfully so) that a big person will sit in front of me when I go to a performance, even the movies. It happened too many times. It happened again this time. Even the people sitting beside us felt sorry for me.

Expecting the music to be loud, I took out my hearing aid. When the music started, I stuffed pieces of Kleenex into my ears, but it was still so loud, the noise echoed inside my head and my chest vibrated. You could barely hear the singers, because the drums and other instruments were overpowering.

To make it even more pleasant, the women behind us shouted and screamed most of the time. When they didn’t, they filled the time with chattering. Why do women scream at these shows? Don't they have any self-control?

So many women and girls ran to the front of the stage and danced, sang, and waved their hands over their heads to the rhythm (if there was one) of the music (translate: noise). I can’t understand this hand-waving. I thought they did that only in some of the churches in the South.

The other thing that annoyed us were the lights the lighting people constantly shone into our eyes. What is the purpose of that? I want to see the stage not the audience.

If I could have uttered the magic words ‘Beam me up, Scottie’ and they would have worked I would have yelled them out loud to escape Never-never-Land.

Even my wife, who is more of a fan than I, didn’t enjoy it. We left early and went to play the machines. We each had $20.00 of FREE PLAY. To ease the pain, we managed to leave the casino with $40.00 of winnings between the two of us. That lifted our spirits a little.

I am willing to bet that most of the people who go to these shows end up with massive hearing loss sometime in the future. They’ll all be wearing hearing aids.

We’ve seen great Michael Jackson impersonations when on holiday in Cuba and the Dominican Republic. We expected a similar performance. Unfortunately, we were disappointed. This was a waste of money and an evening.

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