Sick of the vulture sessions yet? michaeljackson nailed it in his ‘83 lyric, Wanna Be Startin’ Something
You’re a vegetable, you’re a vegetable
Still they hate you, you’re a vegetable
You’re just a buffet, you’re a vegetable
They eat off of you, you’re a vegetable
Nonetheless, here are two notions I haven’t seen elsewhere:
By his legendary 1983 Motown performance
michaeljackson had arrived at a foundational style: he became a cartoon
. The desire to reduce to an iconifiable outline and maintain clarity from a distance made the choices simple. Before all the other costumes michaeljackson settled on these essentials:
i) The feet: white socks, with high trouser hems (sometimes with stripes down the leg). Astaire did this with contrast: two toned
ii) The centre line: an open jacket with contrasting shirt (bowties
ii) The hat: stands in for the head at a distance. The possibilities of the silhouette must have delighted michaeljackson.
iv) The glove. Does for the hand what the socks do for the feet: Watch me. michaeljackson must have realised he couldn’t wear a pair because he’d have landed in minstrel
Instead he ended up in Disneyland.
By ‘83 his dance too had codified, into that brilliant, aggressive singularity. There would be no Ginger for michaeljackson; no embrace was possible in that narcissistic style. His influential routines would parody a machine’s moving parts, would make robotic gestures silky. The unearthly moonwalk -- rooted in black culture (see
Bill Bailey do it in 1955, at the 3:50 mark) -- was a literal backing away. This was the michaeljackson paradox: an isolated performer of inhuman movements, singing up a storm of emotion.