Ich habe grad einen bericht über Michael gefunden , der sich "Wandering Macau ... Michael Jackson in Macau" nennt . Da ich kein englisch kann , ist es ein wenig ärgerlich , dass ich mal wieder kein wort verstehe , aber anscheinend geht es um eine Galerie , wo sachen von Michael ausgestellt wurden . Vielleicht mag es ja irgendwann mal jemand übersetzen . Vorausgesetzt es lohnt sich .
Ich bringe den inhalt mal ins forum , falls es die seite irgendwann nicht mehr geben sollte .
Hier ist die seite .... http://www.wanderingmacau.com/…ael-jackson-in-macau.html
Monday, October 17, 2011
Michael Jackson in Macau
True story: On June 25, 2009 I was in Los Angeles, on my way to take the boys to a hip-hop dance class across town. I was flipping radio stations at a red light when a DJ interrupted a song to say there was an unconfirmed rumour that Michael Jackson had passed away. My heart stopped and my stomach lurched. But not because I was a major Michael Jackson fan. The reaction came from the bottom of my wallet rather than the bottom of my heart. At that very moment my husband's scenic shop was loading in set pieces at the Staples Center in Los Angeles where Michael Jackson would be in rehearsals for his concert series which would take place in London. All we'd been talking about for months was the shop's creation of the elaborate and amazing pieces that would play a backdrop to his performance. And if he was indeed dead, then what would that mean for the scene shop? What would that mean for all the people working on this project? Would everyone get paid? All other projects had been pushed aside for this one huge client, and work was not yet complete. As soon as we got to the dance studio, I called my husband to tell him what I'd heard. He called over to his employees at the Staples Center to see if anyone knew anything. The people from Michael Jackson's crew who were there knew nothing of the rumour which was spreading on all the radio stations, the Twitterverse, and beyond. Can you imagine?
Sadly, the rumor was true. Shortly after his death a film containing rehearsal footage of the show as well as the animated renderings of the fabulous set pieces was released. My husband and I went to see it. It is very difficult to separate Michael Jackson the wacky public persona in the news from Michael Jackson the incredibly sharp artist who had amazing talent and brilliant ideas. In the last few decades, the wacky part overshadowed the artist. The film, This Is It, really showcases the artist. I left the theater sad for his children and sad for the world which lost him, lost as he was himself.
In the last few months here in Macau, I kept seeing ads in taxis for an exhibit called the MJ Gallery at Ponte 16. I decided we should go check it out. We'd gone to see the Madonna exhibit, so I figured we were due for another dose of American pop culture.
The exhibit was in a part of Macau I'd only gone through on the bus or in a taxi. Admission was free. Ponte 16 (Portuguese for Pier 16) is a resort along the water's edge of the Barra, the western part of Macau separated from mainland China by just a river.
You can't really call China a stone's throw away, but it is quite close. I'll post more photos of the Barra section of Macau in my next post, but my initial reaction was that they placed a glamorous resort in the least glamorous part of town. Here's a view of the front of Ponte 16, which includes a Sofitel Hotel, casino, and upscale restaurants.
And here's the view if you turn your back to that giant ball made of crystals that does an amazing LED light show and look directly across the street.
Something doesn't fit. And considering you'll find blocks and blocks of buildings like those across the street, I'm going to say it's the Ponte 16.
You know what else didn't fit? Us. We were wearing shorts, tee shirts, and flip-flop sandals. I knew from looking it up online that the MJ Gallery was on the second floor, so we headed for the main entrance. We were stopped short by a smartly dressed female employee who asked us where we were going, pointing her long finger at a sign explaining the dress code, which included a big image of flip-flops with a circle and line through them. As she was talking to us, a male security guard took a step or two in our direction. We said we were here for the Michael Jackson exhibit. She pointed behind us and said we would have to go in another entrance. So we turned around and headed for what we'd missed before, an escalator with MJ Gallery emblazoned on the side. One problem however.