Years before cameras rolled, before scripts were rewritten, before studios like Lionsgate and Universal Pictures set an April 24, 2026 release date for Michael, the story of Michael Jackson had already been written—raw, intimate, and unfiltered—by a […]
went to see Michael Jackson with a girl named Christina at MSG the night before (with Whitney Houston! and Marlon Brando!) and we’d been out all night (Id taken the next day off work), we were at a bar in Queens when we saw it on the news, I took the last running train back to the city as my niece Louba was at work and I wanted to get her home safely… crossing 5th ave I watched WTC topple. Picked up Louba and no way out of the city we went on a pub crawl…
When we look at this great moment in pop, I think we will see it as an equivalent to the summer of 1982: the pieces are on the chessboard but the moves haven’t been made yet. The moment in pop, when videos became central to pop and rock, hadn’t quite happened. In January 1983, Michael Jackson would drop “Beat It” and MTV and videos would become the story of music
Tony gives everything to the album, especially a playfulness and a depth of artistic integrity. On his website, Succar is quoted as saying “Even the horn lines, I would transcribe them from Quincy Jones’ productions and then apply them to the arrangement in a different way. The essence of every song was respected. I gave it my best to create this very thin line between what Michael did with his production and what I brought to the project.”
I wrote a little while ago that MJ’s primary responsibility was to live through this for his three children. That was his moral imperative. But the music world, or popstars issues with fame and feeling good about themselves, are not our concerns, our only concerns are the musical manifestation of mortality.
Michael Jackson lived and breathed excellence; he made millions because he gave to millions; world changer, people changer; one of the greatest performers of all time, a legend who left an immortal legacy and a shining example of the pinnacle of human achievement.
A not untypically lachrymose Jackson sounding tearjerker ballad recorded during the Queen sessions for The Work in 1984. Freddie takes the first verse and it is a jolt when MJ takes the second, but there really isn’t enough of it.
William Murrell, the most famous limo driver of the planet, the guy who drove James Brown, Michael Jackson, Prince Mary J Blige, Chris Rock, Don King, Reverend Al Sharpton,…has confided that the godfather of funk has not been buried yet!
‘The treatment, which Dr. Mason perfected by slicing a small section of the eyelid, has been dubbed by local fanatics as the “Yorke cut.” In the simplest terms, the $600 surgery gives fans a chance to re-create on their own person the trademark Thom Yorke amblyopic left eye.’
I haven’t been to Las Vegas since 1975 so maybe next year I should do it. I wanna see the Beatles “Love”, Britney’s solo show and this the second Michael Jackson-Cirque De Soliel collaboration. I skipped the first show when it played MSG and I kinda regret it. On Letterman on Thursday I can take a a look at # 2.
Among the dead ones, Woody Guthrie had the terrible degenerative neural disorder called Huntington’s disease, Frederic Chopin had cystic fibrosis, and Miles Davis had sickle cell anemia! The problem is that musicians have to tour to make a living, illness or no illness, plus we have to consider that many of them can’t afford a nice health insurance!
“Age of Consent,” New Order. Three years after permanent mope Ian Curtis offed himself, New Order effectively established a new post punk sound, sounding a bit like a less attention needy version of the The Cure. An unexpected entry on your “Songs About Jailbait” playlist.
If Jackson was indeed a child molester these stories need to be told if only to change the vision of what a child molester really is, but do we need this nonsense from his maids? he had three children, he wasn’t living in squalor and he had a battery of maids to clean it up if he was.
The rapport is full of graphic allegations such as ‘putting his hand over Robson’s clothed penis’, ‘putting his hand inside Wade Robson’s underpants,” and even ‘penetration of Wade Robson’s anus with [Jackson’s] penis. Of course Jackson invited the family to stay at the ranch and according to Robson, ’employed an audible alarm system for his bedroom [and] hung ‘do not disturb’ signs on his bedroom door.’
As everyone knows, the place is huge, with a petting zoo, an arcade, some amusement park rides, a Disneyland-like railroad train station, a large garden with a collection of children statues, and a mansion with a toy room and game stations set up all around the house….
I continue to have a problem with posthumous releases and I don’t trust them, they generally do not represent the artists’ intentions, they do not truly reflect his or her work, and I feel so uneasy when it happens to an artist I deeply care about. But there are posthumous releases and posthumous releases, they aren’t all equal on the moral scale
Yes, folks, at the top of the charts is the only Coldplay album I don’t actually hate. Young Chris problem as a composer is he is a magpie and too obvious, as a lyricist he doesn’t have a poet’s soul but as a manic depressive he will do nicely.
Two new songs here, yet to be released in the US, promise mountains for the modern soul sounds of the UK. “Stay With Me” is as great as the beautiful voiced soul singer Sam Smith gets and this is not simply quite possibly his best song yet, it is also his potential big time US breakthrough. “Extraordinary” is no “Rather Be” but it is still damn good.
Wow, that really sucks. Worst list ever in fact. I think I might have gone easy on Black Keys, Michael Jackson, Rascal Flatts, they are all “D”ish. It is real strange that a chart that takes so little to make an impression on could be so terribly bland.
Hologram USA Inc, and Musion Das Hologram Ltd own rights to this kind of technology (they already did Tupac at Coachella 2 years ago) but a judge decided that this new one, a planned 3-D image of Jackson, was not violating patents held by the companies
What does it mean when the leftover scraps fallen off Michael Jackson’s dinner tape and tossed into a stew with roadkill is the # 1 album in the UK. It means better the leftover scraps you know than the warmed over TV dinners you don’t know.
16 Shades Of Blue – Tori Amos – Her best song in years isn’t much different that her worst song in years, but any song with a line like “50 is the new black, hurray” is getting her Emily Bronte on musically while watching the clock carefully – B+
1. When Did I Stop Loving You, When Did You Stop Loving Me – Marvin Gaye – From one of the greatest little know albums of all time, Gaye’s contact
Man, Solange has been hot lately: beating up Hay Z and having it caught on camera, a side trip to a wedding in South America, filled it at Webster hall on the Saturday, tweeting that Mother’s Day was one of the best days of her life, and then on Tuesday, she released this masterful new r&b track with Chromeo. Hot indeed – A
White Women – Chromeo – I’ve never been much of a fan of this disco duo, never hit me as inventive as Holy Ghost for one, but they get it right here. High energy, melodic, if a little old fashioned. The Solange song is terrific the Ezra Koenig song uses his falsetto to great effect and the opening track masterful – ALBUM OF THE WEEK – B+
Jackson could certainly suck, any time he mentioned children your skin began to crawl, but This Is It and Michael are not on the same planet as Invincible. The truth is the post-mortem MJ has sucked from beginning to end “Love Never Felt So Good” doesn’t help in the slightest.
The chimp had been beaten while he was in the care of the king of pop. She said she didn’t know who was responsible for the beating but she had even confronted the pop star about it in 2009 and this had ‘ticked off’ Jackson. La Toya’s ex-husband, reported about the abuse: ‘I saw Michael punch Bubbles, kick him in the stomach. Michael used to say, ‘He doesn’t feel it. He’s a chimpanzee. I have to discipline him’.
To my fans, family, and friends, despite recent allegations, I did not authorize the testing of my DNA to be compared to that of the late Michael Jackson.’… ‘This spring, I agreed to be a part of a documentary with FilmOn.TV’, and was asked to give a sample of my DNA.
Listen to “Billie Jean” for a song that seemed everywhere and nowhere, the song is so deep in the closet we still don’t know for certain what closet it is hiding in. Nothing Pharrell does, very little Timberlake, Usher, any of the pretenders do, can get beyond emotional checkers
