Michael Jackson's This Is It

            I couldn’t wait on this and had to write it immediately.  I’m not even proof reading until tomorrow because I actually stayed up until 7am to finish it, but posting right now.  Expect a much shorter version later, but this has everything, including a song-by-song breakdown.  Please excuse rambling.

I was lucky enough to go to the New York premiere tonight of Michael Jackson’s This Is It.  They took up the entire Regal E-Walk theater in Times Square for this.  The security was intense and surprisingly all white guys.   The tickets were not only specially made and hand delivered, but they had this subtle imprint of “MJ” strategically placed over a black spot on it.  Security guards made sure to touch every ticket to make sure it was consistent to avoid fakes.  Why they were so crazy about a movie that is released to the public two hours after the “premiere” I cannot tell you.  And since when can white guys do security like black guys.  Nobody’s scared of the white security guys, come on.

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(See the original poster, and then the New York city subway version of it)