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Monday, September 14, 2009

Madonna per Michael Jackson al MTV 09, video e testo del discorso tradotto

Michael Jackson. (applauso)
Salve! (applauso)
Avrei da dire qualcosa di più.
(applauso)
OK, ci siamo.
Michael Jackson è nato nel mese di agosto 1958. Pure io. Michael Jackson è cresciuto nella periferia del Midwest. Anch'io
Michael Jackson ha avuto 8 tra fratelli e sorelle; anche io.
Quando Michael Jackson aveva 6 anni è diventato una superstar ed era forse il bambino più adorato d'America. Quando io avevo 6 anni, mia madre morì. Penso che lui abbia avuto più breve l'intesa.
Io non ho mai avuto una madre, ma lui non ha mai avuto un'infanzia. E quando non hai una cosa, ne diventi ossessionato. Ho passato la mia infanzia alla ricerca di una figura materna, e a volte ci sono riuscita. Ma come pensate sia possibile ricreare la propria infanzia quando si è sotto le luci della ribalta?
Non ci sono dubbi sul fatto che Michael Jackson fosse uno dei più grandi talenti che il mondo abbia mai conosciuto...
Che quando cantava una canzone alla veneranda età di otto anni poteva farvi sentire come se fosse un adulto esperto che vi stringeva il cuore con le sue parole. Che quando si muoveva, aveva l'eleganza di Fred Astaire e il pugno di Muhammad Ali.La sua musica aveva un altro livello pieno di inspiegabile magia, che permetteva non solo di farti ballare, ma anche di farti credere di poter volare, osare, sognare e poter diventare ciò che davvero ognuno vorrebbe essere: di questo sono capaci solo gli eroi e Michael Jackson era un eroe...
Sembrava a volte una creatura non di questo mondo, ma fondamentalmente era un essere umano....
In diverse performances risultava timido e afflitto da insicurezze. Non posso dire che eravamo grandi amici, ma nel 1991 ho deciso di provare a conoscerlo meglio. L'ho ivitato a una cena e ho detto "Offro io, guido io - solo io e te."
Lui accettò e si presentò a casa mia senza guardie del corpo. Ci recammo al ristorante con la mia macchina. Fuori era buio, ma lui idossava ancora gli occhiali da sole.
Ho detto: "Michael, mi sento come se stessi parlando a una limousine. Pensi che potresti togliere gli occhiali così posso vedere i tuoi occhi? "
E lui gettò gli occhiali fuori dal finestrino, mi guardò con una strizzatina d'occhio e un sorriso e dice: "puoi vedermi ora? è meglio? "
In quel momento potevo vedere sia la sua vulnerabilità e il suo fascino. Il resto della cena era trascorso, tra patatine fritte, vino, dessert e parolacce. Cose che non ha mai potuto lasciarsi fare.
Dopo una cena andammo a casa mia a guardare un film. Eravamo seduti sul divano come due bambini, ad un certo punto la sua mano si mosse e prese la mia. Mi era sembrato che lui stesse cercando più un amico che una ragazza. Io fui felice di esserlo. E lui si è sentito non come una superstar, ma come un essere umano...

Quando Michael è morto non riuscivo a far altro che pensare che l'avevo abbandonato. Che tutti l'avevamo abbandonato. Che avevamo permesso a quella meravigliosa creatura che aveva incendiato il mondo intero di cadere sutto i colpi. Mentre lui cercava di costruirsi una famiglia e ricostruire la sua carriera, tutti eravamo impegnati da dare giudizi e molti di noi gli girarono le spalle.

Mioddio, era così unico, così originale e raro. Non ci sarà mai nessun altro come lui, era il Re. Lunga vita al Re.
Voglio chiudere con una nota positiva: i miei figli sono ossessionati da Michael! Sembra che tutta una nuova generazione abbia riscoperto il suo genio e così lo stia riportando in vita. Spero che ovunque sia ora Michael, stia sorridendo per questo.
Sì, Micheal Jackson era un essere umano, ma dannazione era anche un Re: lunga vita al Re!

DISCORSO DI MADONNA PER MICHAEL JACKSON IN INGLESE:

Michael Jackson. [Cheers] I have a little bit more to say than that. OK, here we go again. Michael Jackson was born in August 1958. So was I. Michael Jackson grew up in the suburbs of the Midwest. So did I. Michael Jackson had eight brothers and sisters. So do I. When Michael Jackson was six, he became a superstar, and was perhaps the world’s most beloved child. When I was six, my mother died. I think he got the shorter end of the stick. I never had a mother, but he never had a childhood. And when you never get to have something, you become obsessed by it.

I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures. Sometimes I was successful, but how do you recreate your childhood when you are under the magnifying glass of the world?

There is no question that Michael Jackson is one of the greatest talents the world has ever known. That when he sang a song at the ripe old age of eight he could make you feel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart with his words. That when he moved he had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammad Ali. That his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that didn’t just make you want to dance but actually made you believe you could fly, dare to dream, be anything that you wanted to be. Because that is what heroes do and Michael Jackson was a hero.

He performed in soccer stadiums around the world, and sold hundreds of millions of records and dined with prime ministers and presidents. Girls fell in love with him, boys fell in love with him, everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed otherworldly — but he was a human being.

Like most performers he was shy and plagued with insecurities. I can’t say we were great friends, but in 1991 I decided I wanted to try to get to know him better. I asked him out to dinner, I said “My treat, I’ll drive — just you and me.”

He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards. We drove to the restaurant in my car. It was dark out, but he was still wearing sunglasses.

I said, “Michael, I feel like I’m talking to a limousine. Do you think you can take off your glasses so I can see your eyes?”

Then he tossed the glasses out the window, looked at me with a wink and a smile and said, “Can you see me now? Is that better?”

In that moment, I could see both his vulnerability and his charm. The rest of the dinner, I was hellbent on getting him to eat French fries, drink wine, have dessert and say bad words. Things he never seemed to allow himself to do. Later we went back to my house to watch a movie and sat on the couch like two kids, and somewhere in the middle of the movie, his hand snuck over and held mine.

It felt like he was looking for more of a friend than a romance, and I was happy to oblige. In that moment, he didn’t feel like a superstar. He felt like a human being.

We went out a few more times together, and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch. Then the witch hunt began, and it seemed like one negative story after another was coming out about Michael. I felt his pain, I know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel like the whole world is turned against you. I know what it’s like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself because the roar of the lynch mob is so loud you feel like your voice can never be heard.

But I had a childhood, and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.

When I first heard that Michael had died, I was in London, days away from the start of my tour. Michael was going to perform in the same venue as me a week later. All I could think about in this moment was, “I had abandoned him.” That we had abandoned him. That we had allowed this magnificent creature who had once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks. While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career, we were all passing judgement. Most of us had turned our backs on him. In a desperate attempt to hold onto his memory, I went on the internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought, “my God, he was so unique, so original, so rare, and there will never be anyone like him again. He was a king.”

But he was also a human being, and alas we are all human beings and sometimes we have to lose things before we can appreciate them. I want to end this on a positive note and say that my sons, age nine and four, are obsessed with Michael Jackson. There’s a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moon walking going on in my house. And, it seems like a whole new generation of kids have discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again. I hope that wherever Michael is right now he is smiling about this.

Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being but he was a king. Long live the king.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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