Real quick before we get started: how shady does Aaron Carter look nowadays? So shady, right? Right.
“I never talked about it… This is the first time. I do… I miss Michael… I have spent such incredible times with him. I did things with him that nobody else did… But I was also troubled about what he did to me. Yes, he gave me wine. I mean, I could have refused, but I was 15. He gave me cocaine. I felt weird about that and other stuff… We spoke afterwards, hours and hours, on the phone. I admired Michael, but his behaviour bothered me a lot. Then my mother called the police…”
Obviously, these could be total lies, but I’m inclined to believe Aaron here. It’s clear that he’s had some substance abuse issues for a good long while now, and he just went to rehab in January, so he might just be getting things off his chest. Or he might be getting ready to drop a new album so he needs some publicity. Or perhaps he’s back on meth and is just making up stories for funzies. I don’t know, all I do know is that anything is possible when it comes to the wacky world of the Jackson family.
June 30, 2011 at 4:30 pm by Emily
I do honestly believe that Michael Jackson was a sad and misunderstood man-child, doomed to isolation, who never knew a normal life. Maybe a certain amount of retconning is required to arrive at that conclusion: I’m soft.
La Toya Jackson‘s new memoir, Starting Over, is a real downer. Much of the book centers on her brother’s paranoia that people were out to kill him (she still shares his suspicions, not to mention his fake nose). And while La Toya Jackson isn’t my go-to for facts-based narratives, this is some pretty dark stuff.
She holds that Michael Jackson warned her, on multiple occasions, that he was going to get offed:
‘La Toya, I’m going to be murdered for my music publishing catalog and my estate,’ he had told me again and again. Michael believed there was a conspiracy.
La Toya still suspects her brother’s business adviser, the mysterious Dr. Tohme Tohme, of leading a cabal against MJ:
As soon as he began acting as Michael’s business adviser, he fired key people who had been close to Michael for years. … Once Tohme shut out the rest of the world, he would be able to steer Michael toward business ventures that were profitable for Tohme and his friends.
La Toya adds that her brother was deeply wary of all drugs and medication, including aspirin, which makes his addiction to painkillers all the more out-of-character.
She also quotes Paris, alleging these were his last words to his now 13-year-old daughter:
Prince and I were arguing, and Daddy said, ‘Stop fighting with your brother. I’m not always going to be here, and you’re going to have to be the lady and watch over them.’
Paris remembers Michael’s last days, his body ravaged by illness:
Daddy was always cold. … He would sit and fall asleep by the fireplace. He would always cry. And we would watch to make sure everything was fine. … And he needed a doctor. And then, they turned the lights out. We were in the dark … and they cut the phones off.
True crime or shameless cash-in? Whether treachery really were afoot—or more likely, Michael Jackson simply suffered an untimely end—Michael’s family sure knows how to paint a grim picture.
June 24, 2011 at 12:30 pm by Jenn
Picture it: September 10th, 2001. Michael Jackson has a concert at Madison Square Garden, and, of course, he invites his besties, Liz and Marlon. The three have a grand night, but the next morning, 9/11 happens. They try to get a private jet to take them out of New York, and when that couldn’t happen, they settled for the next best thing: road trip!!!
Liz did the smart road trip move, the move I always pull, and hung out in the backseat while the boys drove. Do you think she waved at other cars and recklessly tried to reach the radio because she was over listening to whatever bullshit Michael wanted to jam? That’s what I do. Anyway, Marlon was the bitch of the road trip, the one who kept wanting to stop at KFC. I’m not even speculating there, Marlon Brando really did love his KFC that much. Vanity Fair said so.
They made it to Ohio before they decided it was all right to stop the grand adventure, and what an adventure it must have been.
This whole magical tale came to light after Vanity Fair interviewed some of Liz’s pals for a little retrospective in next month’s issue. And just in case you have any doubts to the legitimacy of this story, let me just tell you that Corey Feldman backed it up. And, like many other great men, Corey Feldman cannot tell a lie.
Do you guys have any fun road trip stories?
May 7, 2011 at 10:00 am by Emily
Is anyone else completely horrified by the news that all three of Michael Jackson‘s kids, Prince, Paris and Blanket, are enrolled in after school acting classes? I mean, community theater is a perfectly acceptable activity for children, but all three of them are studying with a real acting teacher and reading books about “respecting the craft” and shit. Um, did the Jackson’s ever hear of soccer or Girl Scouts or something? Haven’t these kid’s lives been hectic enough without throwing the whole “child acting” thing into the mix?
Thankfully, Paris (who is freakin’ gorge, BTW) seems to be the only one of the three who’s really into the performance side of things. She’s been saying in interviews for quite some time that she wants to grow up to be an actress and that she and her father often improvised sketches around the house. According to Prince, he’d rather be behind the scenes working as a producer or director. Blanket? Well, God knows what he wants to do, but I’m guessing “changing his name to something other than Blanket” is on his shortlist.
Hey, Jackson family: How about pulling these munchkins out of the industry for a few minutes and letting them act like normal kids? Also, how about respecting Michael’s wishes not to have their faces plastered all over the place? You may recall that they had to wear masks in public for most of their lives, so why do you think he’d want them in front of the camera now? Yeesh.
April 28, 2011 at 5:30 pm by Molls
If you saw American Idol on Wednesday, you know that after his pyro-packed performance, contestant James Durbin said to Ryan Seacrest, “I have a lot of hairspray in my hair to keep it from jumping around — so much so, the one thing I was worried about was having a ‘Pepsi moment.”
At the time I had no idea what the fuck he was referring to. I was like, “Should have had a V8? What? What does that even mean?” But apparently it was a nod to Michael Jackson getting lit on fire while filming a Pepsi commercial in the 80s. Michael suffered second and third degree burns all over his body and was hooked on pain killers for years after the accident.
Michael’s family has released a statement via thier rep that said, “We were shocked to see this. It’s nothing to make light of and everybody should be focusing on who was responsible for Michael’s death.”
Eh, I don’t see this as being that big of a deal. James is kind of an awkward guy and I doubt he even knew what he was saying. In fact, he took to his Twitter yesterday and sent out the following message, “For anyone talkin..I said pepsi NOT MJ! I have no disrespect for Michael. I grew up singing his art. I guess youll take it how you want it…” and then Tweeted, “Talkin about MJs passing is too soon. Making a reference to an incident 25 years ago..not too soon. The stab was at pepsi people.”
Taking stabs at Pepsi? TOTALLY, JAMES. Totally necessary and worth it… *rolling my eyes*… Whatever.
April 1, 2011 at 5:30 pm by Molls
0I Always Think it’s a Little Creepy When Posthumous Music is Released, but Michael Jackson Has Done It With His New Single, ‘Breaking News’
Michael Jackson, King of Pop and pretty much all things modern music the world over, has released a new single – ‘Breaking News.’ I mean, you know, he didn’t release it, his estate or whatever did, because of that whole deceased thing, but hey. It’s classic Michael, it kind of reminds me of a crossbreed of ‘Thriller’ and ‘Billie Jean,’ and it definitely makes me yearn for the mid-eighties. Sigh.
The song, if you can’t listen to it right now ’cause you’re at work and your boss sucks or whatever, is more or less about the general media response to the person of Michael Jackson between his lawsuits, outlandish behavior and legendary music; here are the lyrics, which aren’t as epic as, you know, ‘The Way You Make Me Feel’ (my personal Jackson song), but they’re good: