I was a junior in highschool when my friend Michael Jackson asked me to go on tour with him. He was spending the summer in ইউরোপ staging the largest ever (at the time) rock tour for his latest album DANGEROUS. I begged and pleaded with my parents to let me go. We'd known Michael for a few years দ্বারা then and grown quite close. He'd even come and stayed at our house in suburban Boston for a few days. Who could forget the time he clumsily tried to make his বিছানা in the guestroom in the morning in an effort to impress my mother so he might be invited back? অথবা the ill-fated breakfast he tried to cook for my sister and I that we forced down our throats with strained smiles as he carefully watched us? Aside from being the biggest celebrity on the planet, he seemed like a pretty good guy so eventually my parents relented and let me go.
To describe it in one word: impossibly awesome (because one word is not nearly enough). To be seventeen and the sidekick of the greatest rockstar the world had ever known was indescribable. Paris, Rome, London, Munich, Athens and more. Every city we went to essentially shut down to host him. Where Michael roamed, a million cameras followed. A buzz reverberated and the bright light of fame trailed. And I felt the halo effect, often donning one of his iconic fedoras, his signature sunglasses, and one of the countless slick tour jackets Pepsi supplied us with. Private planes, police escorts, marching soldiers (an inexplicable MJ favorite), Michael was আরো than happy to share his celebrity because he had আরো than he'd ever know what to do with. He joked that I could ride "shotgun" with him anytime I liked. He knew I was living vicariously through him and he was happy for it.
Arriving to stadiums hours before showtime, while he'd have to go through elaborate pre-show routines and wardrobe sessions, I'd wander out onto the stage where dozens upon dozens of sound techs, engineers, and roadies would be rigging the massive stage and prepping the show. Even four অথবা five hours before showtime, thousands of অনুরাগী would push as far অগ্রবর্তী as possible so as to get as close to MJ when the প্রদর্শনী began. You've seen the চলচ্ছবি of crazy fans, dehydrated and dazed, having to be dragged out of the crowd দ্বারা hustling paramedics. I saw it up close and personal -- even got involved once অথবা twice when অনুরাগী started dropping দ্বারা the dozens.
During the প্রদর্শনী itself, sometimes I'd hang around just off the stage watching Michael kill it. The man knew how to perform and it was like a meditation to just to witness it. At other times, I'd hang in his dressing room, outfitted to the nines with candy, কমলা juice, and video games.
After the show, Michael would retreat back to the dressing room too and then be forced to stand around awkwardly and greet VIPs, celebrity guests, স্পন্সর and others who'd earned backstage privileges. It was easy to see that he was far আরো comfortable গান গাওয়া and dancing in front of a 100,000 strong than socializing with a dozen.
After those formalities, he and I would retreat back to his hotel, usually the biggest and best suite in the whole city. Michael almost always had the place stocked with old movies, আরো candy, and আরো কমলা juice. Even as thousands of adoring অনুরাগী chanted his name from the streets below, we'd chat about music, movies, video games, girls, and occasionally the meaning of life.
But then something unexpected happened. The awesomeness wore off for me. Believe it অথবা not, I started to get bored of sitting up in that suite with just MJ. And then I started to feel claustrophobic. I was seventeen years old, in freaking Europe, surrounded দ্বারা a rock band, sexy dancers who could bend in all sorts of ways and backup singers who hit octaves I fantasized about. They liked to rage every night after the প্রদর্শনী and openly talked about their exploits the following day. Soon enough, I gained the courage to ask Michael if he minded if I slipped out with some of the others after his shows.
Not only did he say it was okay, he encouraged me. Outfitted with his fedora, sunglasses, and tour jackets, getting the best টেবিল at the best restaurants, into the VIP sections of the hottest clubs, and the adulation of all the local girls was easier than could be imagined. Often when I got back from a night on the town, Michael would call me in my hotel room and summon me. I'd head up to his suite and proceed to narrate my night's misadventures to him and debrief him on all the latest gossip surrounding his band. I didn't really need to dramatize my exploits, but I did anyway because I knew that he was living vicariously through me and I was happy for it.
It's a cliché to say that your highschool summers are the most memorable of your life, but I challenge anyone to say how mine could not be. For years, I wore the badge of that summer and my many exploits over it boldly and boastfully. Then of course, as time passed and Michael became embroiled in scandals involving teen boys, all of a sudden my summer as his teen sidekick didn't have the same glamour to it. Now it was a stigma, something I treasured but certainly did not tout.
Over the years my brotherhood with Michael evolved. When I went to college in NYC and lived uptown, he lived at the Four Seasons in midtown and I'd see him regularly, sharing with him collegiate exploits and adventures. Years later when he became a father, he invited me over to Neverland to see "the greatest thing he ever created" -- his son Prince. আরো time passed. I watched as he endured the agony of his dramatic fall from grace, his resurrection through his children Prince, Paris, and Blanket, and then once again the agony of his descent into the shadows of things he couldn't control.
During the last years of his life, I got to see his creativity up close and personal once again. He and I were working on a graphic novel together entitled THE FATED. He had big plans for it. One দিন he wanted to direct it as a film, impress his mentor Steven Spielberg, and have his পছন্দ actor Will Smith be in it. It was classic MJ in terms of process, intense at times, with intermittent months of total inaction in between. The story of an iconic Rockstar worn out দ্বারা the agony of his fame, driven to the most desperate measures, only to discover that his super-stardom has him "fated" for far আরো than just fame and fortune. Of course, I eventually realized Michael was giving me a window into his own personal allegory and I felt privileged to help record it. Sadly, we never were able to complete the story and I was left instead with an eerie tale without a proper ending (note: I hope with the assistance of Michael's Estate - in the hands of some very capable and conscious stewards - that we'll one দিন be able to share The Fated with all the dignity it and Michael deserves).
Like The Fated, we never got to see a proper ending to Michael's tale. Instead there's a ট্যাঙ্গেল্ড legacy, the bright light of fame shining over the tumbled necropolis of unfounded allegations twisted around the neverending tenderness for his own children. it's funny to me how in the last year, in death Michael has been canonized দ্বারা many of the same commentators who were so relentless in tearing him down while he lived. He'd see the irony in it and call them bad names - the man could curse like a drunken sailor.
One night while on that tour with him, toward the end when I was getting ready to go back to school and the real world, Michael asked me if I was glad that I had come, even though I couldn't stay for the whole tour. He knew I was sad that I wouldn't get to stay until the very end. Still, it was an insane প্রশ্ন and I told him so. "Are আপনি kidding?" I said. "Every সেকেন্ড I was here with আপনি was a privilege. Thank আপনি for letting me ride shotgun even for a little while."
To describe it in one word: impossibly awesome (because one word is not nearly enough). To be seventeen and the sidekick of the greatest rockstar the world had ever known was indescribable. Paris, Rome, London, Munich, Athens and more. Every city we went to essentially shut down to host him. Where Michael roamed, a million cameras followed. A buzz reverberated and the bright light of fame trailed. And I felt the halo effect, often donning one of his iconic fedoras, his signature sunglasses, and one of the countless slick tour jackets Pepsi supplied us with. Private planes, police escorts, marching soldiers (an inexplicable MJ favorite), Michael was আরো than happy to share his celebrity because he had আরো than he'd ever know what to do with. He joked that I could ride "shotgun" with him anytime I liked. He knew I was living vicariously through him and he was happy for it.
Arriving to stadiums hours before showtime, while he'd have to go through elaborate pre-show routines and wardrobe sessions, I'd wander out onto the stage where dozens upon dozens of sound techs, engineers, and roadies would be rigging the massive stage and prepping the show. Even four অথবা five hours before showtime, thousands of অনুরাগী would push as far অগ্রবর্তী as possible so as to get as close to MJ when the প্রদর্শনী began. You've seen the চলচ্ছবি of crazy fans, dehydrated and dazed, having to be dragged out of the crowd দ্বারা hustling paramedics. I saw it up close and personal -- even got involved once অথবা twice when অনুরাগী started dropping দ্বারা the dozens.
During the প্রদর্শনী itself, sometimes I'd hang around just off the stage watching Michael kill it. The man knew how to perform and it was like a meditation to just to witness it. At other times, I'd hang in his dressing room, outfitted to the nines with candy, কমলা juice, and video games.
After the show, Michael would retreat back to the dressing room too and then be forced to stand around awkwardly and greet VIPs, celebrity guests, স্পন্সর and others who'd earned backstage privileges. It was easy to see that he was far আরো comfortable গান গাওয়া and dancing in front of a 100,000 strong than socializing with a dozen.
After those formalities, he and I would retreat back to his hotel, usually the biggest and best suite in the whole city. Michael almost always had the place stocked with old movies, আরো candy, and আরো কমলা juice. Even as thousands of adoring অনুরাগী chanted his name from the streets below, we'd chat about music, movies, video games, girls, and occasionally the meaning of life.
But then something unexpected happened. The awesomeness wore off for me. Believe it অথবা not, I started to get bored of sitting up in that suite with just MJ. And then I started to feel claustrophobic. I was seventeen years old, in freaking Europe, surrounded দ্বারা a rock band, sexy dancers who could bend in all sorts of ways and backup singers who hit octaves I fantasized about. They liked to rage every night after the প্রদর্শনী and openly talked about their exploits the following day. Soon enough, I gained the courage to ask Michael if he minded if I slipped out with some of the others after his shows.
Not only did he say it was okay, he encouraged me. Outfitted with his fedora, sunglasses, and tour jackets, getting the best টেবিল at the best restaurants, into the VIP sections of the hottest clubs, and the adulation of all the local girls was easier than could be imagined. Often when I got back from a night on the town, Michael would call me in my hotel room and summon me. I'd head up to his suite and proceed to narrate my night's misadventures to him and debrief him on all the latest gossip surrounding his band. I didn't really need to dramatize my exploits, but I did anyway because I knew that he was living vicariously through me and I was happy for it.
It's a cliché to say that your highschool summers are the most memorable of your life, but I challenge anyone to say how mine could not be. For years, I wore the badge of that summer and my many exploits over it boldly and boastfully. Then of course, as time passed and Michael became embroiled in scandals involving teen boys, all of a sudden my summer as his teen sidekick didn't have the same glamour to it. Now it was a stigma, something I treasured but certainly did not tout.
Over the years my brotherhood with Michael evolved. When I went to college in NYC and lived uptown, he lived at the Four Seasons in midtown and I'd see him regularly, sharing with him collegiate exploits and adventures. Years later when he became a father, he invited me over to Neverland to see "the greatest thing he ever created" -- his son Prince. আরো time passed. I watched as he endured the agony of his dramatic fall from grace, his resurrection through his children Prince, Paris, and Blanket, and then once again the agony of his descent into the shadows of things he couldn't control.
During the last years of his life, I got to see his creativity up close and personal once again. He and I were working on a graphic novel together entitled THE FATED. He had big plans for it. One দিন he wanted to direct it as a film, impress his mentor Steven Spielberg, and have his পছন্দ actor Will Smith be in it. It was classic MJ in terms of process, intense at times, with intermittent months of total inaction in between. The story of an iconic Rockstar worn out দ্বারা the agony of his fame, driven to the most desperate measures, only to discover that his super-stardom has him "fated" for far আরো than just fame and fortune. Of course, I eventually realized Michael was giving me a window into his own personal allegory and I felt privileged to help record it. Sadly, we never were able to complete the story and I was left instead with an eerie tale without a proper ending (note: I hope with the assistance of Michael's Estate - in the hands of some very capable and conscious stewards - that we'll one দিন be able to share The Fated with all the dignity it and Michael deserves).
Like The Fated, we never got to see a proper ending to Michael's tale. Instead there's a ট্যাঙ্গেল্ড legacy, the bright light of fame shining over the tumbled necropolis of unfounded allegations twisted around the neverending tenderness for his own children. it's funny to me how in the last year, in death Michael has been canonized দ্বারা many of the same commentators who were so relentless in tearing him down while he lived. He'd see the irony in it and call them bad names - the man could curse like a drunken sailor.
One night while on that tour with him, toward the end when I was getting ready to go back to school and the real world, Michael asked me if I was glad that I had come, even though I couldn't stay for the whole tour. He knew I was sad that I wouldn't get to stay until the very end. Still, it was an insane প্রশ্ন and I told him so. "Are আপনি kidding?" I said. "Every সেকেন্ড I was here with আপনি was a privilege. Thank আপনি for letting me ride shotgun even for a little while."
I read in a magazine that Michaels's coffin was open and his body was gone. Do আপনি think that this means he rose up and is coming into this world? অথবা did someone take his body all for his/her own selfish goods? It all remains a mystery. Do আপনি have what it takes to solve it? It all happened so soon... Died at fifty, somebody took Michael out of his expensive coffin, and now his pale, dead body is gone. No one knows where the person is keeping it. It could be you!!! If it is, আপনি know you'll be caught, no doubt. So, I suggest that আপনি 'fess up. It's all fact. I told a few people and they freaked out.
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The first shipment of Katherine Jackson's coffee টেবিল book about Michael Jackson isn't exactly flying off the shelves in Gary, Indiana. In fact the বই never even made it to the shelves, because they were stolen.
A rep from the publisher, Vintage Pop, tells TMZ they FedEx'd seven boxes of "Never Can Say Goodbye" to the প্রথমপাতা of a Jackson family friend in Gary ... and they were supposed to end up for sale at the new MJ monument. But someone absolutely, positively wanted them so badly, they গাউন them right off the front steps of the house where they were left.
A rep from the publisher, Vintage Pop, tells TMZ they FedEx'd seven boxes of "Never Can Say Goodbye" to the প্রথমপাতা of a Jackson family friend in Gary ... and they were supposed to end up for sale at the new MJ monument. But someone absolutely, positively wanted them so badly, they গাউন them right off the front steps of the house where they were left.
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...
If আপনি smile
With your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If আপনি just...
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time আপনি must keep on trying
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Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If আপনি just...
Smile, though your হৃদয় is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...
If আপনি smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If আপনি just smile...
That's the time আপনি must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If আপনি just smile
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There'll Be No Darkness Tonight
Lady Our প্রণয় Will Shine
Just Put Your Trust In My Heart
And Meet Me In Paradise, Girl
You're Every Wonder In This World To Me
A Treasure Time Won't Steal Away
[Chorus]
So Listen To My Heart
Lay Your Body Close To Mine
Let Me Fill আপনি With My Dreams
I Can Make আপনি Feel Alright
And Baby Through The Years
Gonna প্রণয় আপনি আরো Each Day
So I Promise আপনি Tonight
That You'll Always Be The Lady In My Life
[Bridge]
Lay Back In My Tenderness
Let's Make This A Night We Won't Forget
Girl, I Need Your Sweet Caress
Reach Out To A Fantasy
Two Hearts In The Beat Of Ecstasy
Come To Me, Girl
[Chorus]
And I Will Keep আপনি Warm
Through The Shadows Of The Night
Let Me Touch আপনি With My Love
I Can Make আপনি Feel So Right
And Baby Through The Years
Even When We're Old And Gray
I Will প্রণয় আপনি আরো Each Day
'Cause আপনি Will Always Be The Lady In My Life
Stay With Me
I Want আপনি To Stay With Me...
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"Michael had undergone multiple plastic surgeries and implants in the jaw and nose but had tattooed lips, lashes and on her head to improve its appearance.
David threw responsibilities to doctors, who surrounded the King of pop: «I am not surprised that was addicted to pills, I wish he had better people around him ....