Thank You For The Magic

Whether you loved him or hated him, Michael Jackson was a dazzling force to be reckoned with on stage. Immensely gifted and talented, he entertained the world with his amazing dance moves and his music. We all know of his start in show business with his older brothers, 'The Jackson 5'. We know about the cartoons, merchandise and sold out concerts. We know about the plastic surgeries and the pet chimp 'Bubbles'. In fact, it seemed we knew everything about Michael...through the tabloids. Story upon story upon story...each becoming more and more bizarre.
Most of all, we knew his music...

But did we know the man?

When he died last year, I began to read about Michael Jackson; the man, the legend and the father and what I found out not only surprised me, but made me all the sadder because I had never gotten the chance to know him; as a friend and as a human being. And yes, I , like most others, judged him because of his appearance and his often bizarre behavior. I'm more than ashamed I did...

Of course, it's impossible to talk of Michael without bringing up the child molestation charges. When it first happened, because of who I am (an abuse survivor), I believed the media. But those who knew and loved Michael the best, his friends, family and his fans staunchly stood by his side in his defense.
I don't believe it now and as Michael once said in an interview, "I would rather cut off my arm than hurt a child." And knowing how Michael loved children,
I think that is true. Why? Because Michael was a child himself and he spoke their language. He was indeed a grown up 'Peter Pan'. He knew how to relate to children and he had unending compassion and empathy for those who were sick or ill.

But the accusations and humiliation that he suffered publicly before, during and after the final trial, in which he was found not guilty, was the blow that seemed to knock Michael to his knees and it seemed that he was never able to recover from it. Even then, his fans rallied behind him, in demonstrations in front of the courthouse to show their support. He became a different Michael then, a Michael who worried constantly about his children's safety and whose drug use escalated to the point where even those closest to him were worried. It is said that some time before his death, two members of his family attempted a intervention and it was discussed, but went no further.

I once watched a concert where he stopped everything so that a tech could take a bug off the stage so it wouldn't be crushed. And as the tech scooped up the bug and began walking away with it, Micheal's words could be heard ringing out, "Don't kill it...please don't kill it."

One of the things that hurt the most in regards to the media was
was all the propaganda regarding 'his love of children', making it seem dirty and perverted. That blow must have hurt Michael most of all. After it was all over, Michael vowed that NeverLand, the home that he had built for himself and was a virtual fairground for sick children, would never be home to him again and he moved his children to Paris.
Later he would move back to the states but he said often that it didn't feel like home because the house was so exposed and that he didn't feel safe.


That Michael was, most times, a sad and lonely person was a given. He had been lonely most of his life, which led him to be very shy and soft spoken in public. When he had his children, I believe that they were the force that kept him going, day after day as he went into a decline that would be impossible to pull out of.
I believed that he loved and adored his children and they, in turn, loved and adored him, because to them, he was simply 'Daddy'. Those closest to Michael say that he was an awesome father and an excellent dad. He took great care to shield, as any father would who was concerned for their child's safety, his children from media as much as he could.

It's impossible to know when Michael began to use sedatives to help him sleep.
Some have said that he used them for years (right after the album 'Thriller' was released) as well as other drugs to combat chronic insomnia as well as pain.
The end result, the unbearably tragic one is that because of too many doctors, too many medications and too many 'Yes' people, Michael Jackson's 'This Is It' comeback tour would not be seen until after his death and then only rehearsal clips.
Michael died of a sudden cardiac arrest due to an overdose of multiple medications, including one used for sedation during surgery. Charges against his doctor are pending.

His gifts amazed even the most seasoned of singers, dancers and actors and he befriended many, many of them.

After two failed marriages, it seemed Michael devoted his time to not only his children, but other children around the world who needed him, giving his name, time and money for children charities.

In the last years of his life, Michael seemed even more at loss with the world and
and with himself. The pain of his childhood, which he spoke of often, seemed to have a tighter hold on him and his drug use increased.

I'm very sad Michael is gone. He was man who was so child-like, at times he seemed like a child, instead of 'The King Of Pop'. Just a big kid who wanted to have fun, to laugh and maybe play like the kid that he was...the way he said he was never able to play as a child.

Good Bye Micheal...I wish I had known you. I'm sorry for the pain and loneliness you felt during this lifetime, but I thank you for the beautiful gifts you gave the world. I wish someone...just one person would have said 'No' to you and maybe you would be here today.

You will be greatly missed and never forgotten...

Now My Friend, you can really fly...

Until Next Time, My Dear Friends,
LadiofZen

Hated (1994)

Hated is a documentary by Todd Phillips of the life of legendary punk rock musician, GG Allin and a more disgusting or disturbing man you will most likely, never know. Utterly and completely insane; he was as crude and violent, as unpleasant and untalented a musician as a person could possibly be.

His behavior was so utterly obscene, it was not even to be believed by the most hard core of punk rockers.  One of his favorite things to do on stage was to urinate and defaecate and then eat his own feces and drink his own urine. Yes, you read that right. He also hurled it at the audience.

He was so violent and so devoid of human empathy, it is said had he not been a musician, he most easily could have been a serial killer. He was known for assaulting his own audience and more often than not, he was beaten up or arrested before his shows even began.

His shows usually ended with him naked and covered in blood after gouging and cutting himself and  members of the audience were always encouraged to perform oral sex on him.

It was often said that attending one of his shows was like going to a freak show.

His behavior often overshadowed his music which was by many standards, raw and forgettable .

Although he did have a cult following, local critics and police were so enraged by his antics, it landed him in jail no less than 50 times.

His personal life was just as disturbing. Often thought to have severe mental disorders which were made, no doubt much worse by his acute addiction to drugs and alcohol, in 1989 he was was arrested for the torture and rape of a woman in Michigan. He was accused of burning, cutting and raping the woman as well as forcing her to drink blood and Allin denied all charges, insisting that it was mutual and consensual, and surprisingly to a degree, the judge agreed and reduced the charges to felony assault and Allin served about a year and a half in prison.

Allin's life ended as memorably as he had lived it. On the night of June 27, 1993, he went onstage at a club in New York City. Two songs in, the power went out and Allin sailed into the crowd where he proceeded to destroy anything in the club that he could get his hands on. Allin went out into the streets, naked and covered in blood and feces and so did the crowd as Allin attempted to embrace his fans who were reveling in the street. Allin ended up at a friend’s apartment where he died of a heroin overdose in the early hours of June 28. Although dead, his partying friends continued to pose with him and take pictures until one of them realized something was not quite right and called the paramedics. Allin was pronounced dead at the scene. He was 36.

The photo above shows Allin lying in his coffin. He is dressed in a jacket and jock strap.

Todd Phillips documentary on the man is nothing short of brilliant. It does not judge the man or his music, but documents a phenomenon. Phillips looks at GG with unflinching honesty and does not sugarcoat the reality of a most disturbed individual who continuously lashed out at the world around him.

If you like documentaries and are interested in how they SHOULD be done, you should honestly check out Hated, which is a serious and honest look at the psychopathology of the insanity of a lone outsider, but be warned: it is graphic.

Until next time...

Love and Light To All,

LadiofZen