I've always enjoyed seeing tribute bands. Some of my musician friends make fun of them. They don't see the point of seeing a fake Rolling Stones band. Or a guy pretending to be David Bowie or Freddie Mercury. And I have to admit, seeing a Queen tribute band one time at the Casbah was strange. When the guy came out, with tight black leather pants, and those mirrored sunglasses like the cop from Village People...with a big black mustache that looked to be fake, many in the crowd laughed.

But for a band like Wild Child, well...you can't see The Doors anymore. So spending $15 at 'Canes, for a great re-creation, is a good deal if you're a fan of the band.

It is silly when there are tribute bands of bands that are still around touring. I've seen listings for Metallica and Journey tribute acts. And well...with Journey now having a singer that used to be in a Journey tribute band...that opens up another whole can of worms.

So I figured the Michael Jackson tribute band "Who's Bad" is probably one of the few groups of people around that didn't mind so much that Jackson had an early death. I know that's horrible to say. But I have to think it sure helped business.

At their show at the House of Blues Saturday night, the place was packed.

I got to wear my "Thriller in Manilla" shirt, which shows Michael Jackson boxing Muhammid Ali.

I saw a lot of middle-aged couples, having more fun then they probably have in years.

There was a 60-year-old, heavy-set black woman behind me, in a beautiful dress. She moved her head and hips, and sang along to every song.

There were a few in the crowd that were dressed odd. One had the red leather jacket Jackson wore. Remember the one with all those zippers?

Another woman had a hat and white T-shirt, and was sporting the later Jackson look. And at one point, she ended up on stage with about seven other attractive women, dancing along to a song.

The singer was a good dancer, although he did seem a step or two slower than the real Jackson. And he never did whip out any moonwalking.

He sounded great, though, starting things off with some songs from Off the Wall and Thriller. About 45 minutes into the show, the crowd was even more enthusastic then I thought possible. People would sing along to a certain chorus. Fists were pumping up in the air.

There was a corny moment where the singer put on a huge afro.

I had seen Lionel Richie do that when he performed some old Commodores songs. Although, this was a bit odd, as the singer didn't really look like a young Jackson, as they started singing a few of the Jackson 5 tunes.

Although it was interesting that they incorporated them into their set.