The Background
In September 2008, Janet Jackson started an arena scale tour in Vancouver with 14 transport trucks, 10 dancers and an unknown number of Versace filled trunks. The tour, dubbed “Rock Witchu” -- a rather weird morphing of Michael’s “Rock With You” -- never seemed to pick up steam. Twelve of 28 shows got cancelled, sell-outs were rare and, landing squarely in the middle of the big economic melt-down of 2008, while Janet claimed vertigo for the cancellations, it may be that the economics of the show never made sense. Jackson sold a mere 440,000-something of her “Discipline” record; poor numbers for one of the best known women in show biz. The record was scarcely noticed after appearing at number one on Billboard in the first week of release, demonstrating the sheer irrelevance of the “chart” and that publication in particular in the modern age of music.
And so... in late 2009 the JJ brain-trust released yet another greatest hits album and a “Number 1’s” tour hit the road in first part of 2011. This time Janet is in auditorium type venues (guaranteeing more frequent sell-outs), somewhat better physical condition and fronts a promotional line that evokes a savvier, more Vegas oriented return in the style of Elvis or Cher.
I was at the Vancouver show in 2008 and never published the review I wrote at the time. After the tour crashed and burned, I put the review aside and figured it would join my vast collection of unpublished observations, especially after Michael’s death in 2009. Janet’s latest re-invention of her star persona caused me to take a look again at what we saw a few years ago. Reviews are just as much snapshots of where we the audience were at the time as they are about the artist. Janet’s celebrity and its transformation is more interesting than ever.
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Sitting in the Stands of the Sports Arena...
By 8:30 PM we begin to get the real sense that this whole "LL Cool J is opening the show" stuff is just a bunch of BS. A few minutes later the lights go out and a couple of big "J's" start sliding around the stage. There are the dancers. And we're off.
I saw Michael in Buffalo in 1981 with his brothers. I know what it is like to see Jackson royalty at their peak. Not yet having seen Janet Jackson perform live and knowing it's been a while since Control, Rhythm Nation, janet. Let's just say... well, it's not that her best years are behind her; it's something else. Music is different. This larger than life millionaire, superstar, goddess thing seems so utterly from another era. That's it! Janet is one of the last in a run of pop monster stars. Hers and the nearby orbiting supernova of Madonna and Mariah are peculiar oddities from the halcyon days of the musical tycoons. We might as well be watching "Casablanca" or the moon landing or the Berlin Wall falling. Janet Jackson may still be recording, and yes in a few seconds she will be there pumping and jumping, but she is more history than news.
In the 2/3's full GM Place I feel a twinge of remorse. Is this a last big show “Hurrah” for one of the greatest female performers of an era? Is this the last stop before the inevitable extended run in Vegas? This is the artist with 100 million in record sales with her latest recording hovering at the 400,000 unit mark. If you don't think music marketing and distribution has changed then take a look at Janet's change of fortune, despite some pretty good releases... Well, okay, 20 Y.O. was not very good.
And no; I don't long for the old days. They were what they were. Teenagers in the '70's had the music and radio monoliths. We had the recording hierarchy and we fed the star-making machine. For all it's weaknesses it created some extraordinarily popular, and lucrative, music. No one could imagine something like a Rumors or an Aja or a Songs in the Key of Life being made, let alone prospering in the musical world of today. There use to be big budgets for the big stars and they could take a year or two to hone, record, over-dub and over-produce. That's how Janet became what she became with the literal taking "Control" of her career in the '80's to the crafting of a genre in Rhythm Nation. She and Jam/Lewis created one of the last great album arcs of our recorded music era.
And yes I am here for the memories; the nostalgia. Just 17 years ago we missed Janet in Toronto due to her illness and cancellation. Tonight, JFB, has taken care that we will close the loop. We are here to make our own family history. High in the back of GM Place we sit just a few seats away from a couple of girls who get picked to be upgraded to floors, their story videoed and posted the next day on the janetjacskon.com web site. Around us is mostly... empty space. In '89, '92, '98, Ms Jackson would have packed stadia. Tonight, a perfect, sunny September night, there isn't a scalper in site and there are still spaces on the floor. The lower bowl is largely full and there will still be plenty of noise.
Jackson's stage set-up is closer to "Rent" than it is to the Stones. There is no band front and center, for that you have to look right and up a bit. There, in the seats, are 3 platforms for a drummer and a couple of keyboard players. There are no back-up singers. Layers of vocals emanate from a rack of servers in the back of the house. The stage space and the now de rigeur cat-walk-encompassing-an-inner-set-of-floor-seats layout is for dancers and the Star.
Super Nova or Red Dwarf?
Your first view of the Lady is disarming. Janet with a mass of curls thrown up in a Sassoon-style Mohawk and an over-size microphone slung around her neck and face. She wears a corset-like breastplate atop a one-piece jumpsuit type of thing and she looks... She looks out of shape. It is then that my Elvis fears escalate. I am not afraid for me or JFB, I worry about the Star and the no doubt sycophantic bunch of staffers that ego boost her everyday. Maybe she just shouldn't be doing this now. But like the little engine that could she begins to shimmy and the whole thing starts in motion. The dancers swirl -- video-style -- around her and 4 songs zip by in rapid progression, merging into a kind of frenetic mix tape of incompletedness.
Oh my God. It's going to be medley night.
Things get better though. Much better. What I am really there to see is the power of one of the uncontested greats. To watch charm droplets from 300 feet and feel the effect of being totally immersed in them. It's been like that watching Diana Ross live and I had that experience in 2007 with Lucinda Williams. Jackson does not disappoint in that department. You cannot separate the legend from the woman as you watch her. When she strikes a pose she is both a cliche and an icon. In this performance there is a charm in it's "Let's put on a show" air. Jackson is ever the professional but she seems like she is somewhat out of practice, like the pitching great who arrives at training camp expecting to play himself back into shape. This was the first show of the tour and it played like a rehearsal. I expect that by LA, Chicago, Toronto and New York the flat spots will be edited out, the playlist will be pared and this thing will be pumping but what a thrill to see this quirky first show.
For a music show attendee of the old school who expects the singer to sing, it is somewhat unnerving to never know which part of the vocal line Janet is singing. In the midst of multiple part harmonies one hears a "Wheee" or a "Woooo" and you realize that is her, live. She does sing but there is also an awful lot of digital Janet in the mix.
Crescendo
On the slow song set of the night, Jackson wore a slinky red dress and ditched the headset for a handheld microphone. At first her mic technique was an awful mess of blowing and sucking that made Madonna sound like an opera singer. How could this be? She's a Jackson. Marvin Gaye probably gave her mic technique lessons while she was a baby being bounced on uncle Barry Gordy's knee. It just didn't make sense. By the second and third song of the set however things were right again and Janet was there singing with passion and remembering that, for her, it's just like riding a bicycle. "Let's Wait Awhile" was brilliantly phrased and ended to soon. The slow numbers were the first highlight of the night.
Like so many great artists Janet has the innate ability to take "pretty good" CD tracks and elevate them to live classics. "All Nite (Don't Stop)" really gets "sick" in this show and if a live recording from this tour ever surfaces find a place for that tune on your iPod, it just pumps. Sequenced with that was "Rock With U", from the latest CD and they fit very well together. After that the music popped to "Together Again" and perfection reigned. As the last bars of Together Again faded the sound in the arena became deafening and everything else just stopped. It was a perfectly scripted crescendo but even Janet seemed taken aback as the ovation grew and persisted for about 2 minutes. There was one of those "it's good to be back" looks on her face and she seemed more at ease for the rest of the show despite some costuming problems -- see how I avoided the word "malfunction" -- later on. For old folks like me she did some old songs, Young Love and Say You Do which was a staple of my radio and club mixes back in 1982.
Song after song, the show just builds and builds but it also goes crash from time to time. Part of the problem is the sheer weight of tunes, there were 37 songs on the set list and, while the die hard fans wanted to hear all of them, it's just too many songs. Imagine U2 coming out and running through New Years Day, Pride, Where the Streets Have No Name and She Moves in Mysterious Ways in a 2 minute medley. It just wouldn't happen and Janet Jackson should not be participating in the devaluation of her own hits. Another problem is what I call "this Jackson interlude thing". What's with the Star War-sy, Planet Xylon goofy video bits between costume changes? And there's a very strange screaming closing before the ovation that's just completely wrong. A pick-the-guy-out-of-the-audience-and-humiliate-him routine with cartoon sado-masochism ran way too long and just got boring. Hopefully this gets tightened up when they review the show and hit a few more cities.
And the Kitchen Sink
Janet throws everything and the kitchen sink into the show. The excess, curiously, exposes a humanity through all the high-techery and MTV-style dancing because it's not a perfect show. We left scratching our heads but talked more and more about it that night and the next day. Certain songs and moments from the night keep looping back and that's what you want; a new memory and a family moment we'll remember for the rest of our lives.