I don't think it's official yet, but a couple gossip sights are reporting he died of cardiac arrest. Shocking! Despite his numerous flaws (an understatement)...dude was talented.
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I will say this definitively: there will never been any Elvis-esque MJ sightings years after his death. You can't mistake that level of freakishness, no one wants to impersonate that level of freakishness, and even if they did, no one would hire them to play their bar mitzvah. Can you imagine two or more people talking about their hobbies or even jobs, and one guy says, "yeah, I'm a Michael Jackson impersonator"? Instant conversation killer.
That said, Thriller was my first cassette tape. I also saw a comment saying, "So Michael Jackson died. The white one. The black died years ago." Just saying.
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You can say a lot of bad things about MJ, and he was a little wack, I think all the attention and fame got to his head and messed with it. But he was talented, he was an awesome artist, maybe not in the later years, but in the 80s!
I was a room service waiter at the Hotel Bel-Air. Quincy Jones, his producer, had been staying at the hotel for a few months during and after his divorce from Peggy Lipton (she got the house, apparently). Michael came to visit him a couple times.
It was always a big deal when Jackson came to the hotel because they had to let his limo through a gate in the back so he didn't have to walk through the front entrance, like everyone else. There was nothing wrong with the front entrance, BTW; just about every famous person in the world in the mid 1980s came through there, and nobody ever got hassled by fans or paparazzi. The hotel was isolated enough that there was no way for someone who didn't belong there to sneak up on celebrities, which is why so many celebrities stayed there or dropped in for meals.
One time, when I was working an evening shift as room service captain, a couple waiters came back from a run with the news that Martin Scorsese was in Quincy Jones' room. One of the waiters was an aspiring screenwriter (like me) and the other was an aspiring actor, so this was a very big celebrity sighting for us. They told me I should take the next order to the room so I could get a glimpse.
And by the way, they added, Michael Jackson opened the door when they brought the order.
So another order came from Jones' room a little while later, and I took it down with one of the waiters. (There were all kinds of crazy steps in that place, so it took two of us to carry the room service tables to most of the rooms.) Sure enough, Michael Jackson opened the door again.
He was still black then, skinny as pipe cleaners, dressed pretty normally in jeans and a button-down shirt, and he had those incredibly shiny Jheri curls. He said, "Hi, how you doing?" in the falsetto voice.
And that was it. Probably the most normal encounter any adults ever had with the guy.
Given what we learned about him and the weirdness he enveloped himself in later in his life, I always thought the room-service story was telling.
Quincy Jones wanted to direct movies, so he brought over Scorsese to talk about how to do it. In the minute or two I was in the doorway of the hotel room I could see that Jones and Scorsese were in an intense conversation. Jackson, by far the biggest star in the world at that moment, seemed to get a kick out of doing something normal like answering the door.
The hotel didn't have massive suites, so when a celebrity stayed there and ordered room service, there wasn't anyplace to hide. We always met the actual celebrity. It was usually a perfunctory encounter -- nothing interesting beyond the fact it's a celebrity.
But with Michael Jackson, that's probably the only time I delivered an order where a big celebrity opened the door and greeted the waiters when it wasn't even his room.
Like I said, he really seemed to get a kick out of the normality of doing a little thing like that.
Proof of how thin the line is between brilliance and insanity, I suppose.
I'm bummed that I'm now old enough to have stars from my teen years start kickin it from generally natural causes (ie, not OD or suicide). It'll be a sad, sad day when Corey Feldman kicks it.
Proof of how thin the line is between brilliance and insanity, I suppose.
I'm bummed that I'm now old enough to have stars from my teen years start kickin it from generally natural causes (ie, not OD or suicide). It'll be a sad, sad day when Corey Feldman kicks it.
Well, if Michael was on the seven prescription pill cocktail a day...
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If you're planning a comeback tour (or last hurrah tour, or whatever) it's prolly not something intentional since he'd been through far worse in his life, and I guess by OD I'm meaning more of a traditional Joplin kinda OD…
heh, just got back from getting new tires and they were running VH1 which had a news special/retrospective on him… weird.
That was some fucking great music though… and what other dance move has been so iconic than the moonwalk?
It's sad that he died so early, and for someone so talented. The dude definitely had stuff wrong with him growing up as a childhood star. Not only that, he gave a shit ton of money to charities. People seem to label him as a molester, but forget that he was acquitted of all charges due to lack of evidence.
FWIW, i always think jokes about someone when they die are very tactless. The guy obviously had problems, so to make fun of him is the same to me as making fun of someone with a mental disorder.
BTW, the best Jackson song...
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