It seems children will ALWAYS love Michael Jackson. I met this nine-year-old in the train station at 125th street on the anniversary of MJ’s death. (Excuse the crap quality of my iPhone pic)
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R.I.P MJ
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I don’t know that people are actually checking for this, but still feels like “news.”
Frienemies Mase and Camron have reunited after years-long beef. The pair recorded a new track “Get It.” Mase has said in recent weeks that his return to music was inspired by Michael Jackson’s death.
(Confusion and crickets)
It was easy to see Mariah Carey was emotional when she took to the stage at Michael Jackson’s memorial Tuesday. Some (haters!) felt the beginning of “I’ll Be There,” which she sang with the homie Trey Lorenz, was not up to par.
Given that she’s one of the few artists with success comparable to MJ’s and has been in the game for almost twenty years, isn’t she at that level where people should just shut up and be happy she showed up? She’s Mariah friggin Carey, check the resume!
Mariah took to Twitter to discuss her performance, apologizing for the rough start. She didn’t know MJ’s casket was in the building until she walked on stage and was caught off guard. For the record, I thought the performance was moving.
* Random Detail: Mariah, who almost always performs with a pink rhinestone mic, rocked a black rhinestone mic for the memorial – subtle and sweet.
From Mariah:
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana’s Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
– Maya Angelou
I’m watching a former Jackson attorney on CNN talking about MJ’s problems with medication and the enablers in his life. He says he warned those around MJ.
I never imagined I’d see Michael Jackson as an old man but this is still jarring. I’ll write some thoughts on MJ to get up later.
But as I type, something just pissed me off. The company promoting Jackson’s London shows say that in order to be insured for the tour, the icon underwent a four-hour physical that revealed “no issues whatsoever.” — THIS MAKES NO SENSE! We’ve all seen photos of Jackson in recent months and it was clear there were some issues.
A Jackson family spokesman just did a phoner with CNN and says the family was aware Jackson had a problem with prescriptions and had been trying to intervene but the “enablers” in his life, kept them out.
“ENABLERS” – a word that keeps coming up.
Here are some photos I took with my phone at the Apollo Theater in Harlem last night. People were not mourning – they were celebrating. It was quite fun and made all this a little less sad.
Talk about a name we haven’t heard for a while. Ola Ray is suing Michael Jackson for her share of the Thriller profits.
Damn. Seems like just yesterday Michael was a Black man with a Jheri curl holding hands with Ola and performing the most supremely awesome dance moves ever in the history of life.
But, alas, it was not yesterday. It was 26 years ago. Really, Ola??
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