Monday, 11 December 2006
Tonight I called my brother Rudi. I heard one of his favourite songs on the background: Young Turks, by Rod Stewart. I never liked the songs of Rod Stewart, but I remembered the video vaguely. “Wasn´t there a dancer in it, who imitated Michael Jackson?” I asked. “No way!” said Rudi, “Michael Jackson got his Moonwalk from watching this guy!” My brother has a great memory. Thanks to him large parts of my youth are not forgotten. When it comes to things like these, I trust him more than myself.
After we hung up I watched the video a few times.
I do remember the video much better now, and especially why I never liked it in the first place. I remember watching it and thinking: why not put the camera on that dancer for the whole 4:24 minutes?! I liked the dancer much better back than then I do now, but I
still wish they had filmed him only for the clip. But, to get the point, I cannot see him do the Moonwalk! What does this mean for all the other “memories” that my brother gave me back?