Ya know. The Jackson 5.
I hated 'em.
My sister Carol, who's gone on herself,though,
loved 'em.
Of course, this was like 1971-she was all of four, and I was 11, and they had that goddam Saturday morning cartoon.
I really hated that goddam cartoon. :lol:
She got to watch it,though, 'cause my mom spoiled her, and I missed out on Johnny Quest, or whatever, but this was about the time I was starting to get healthy, start formal martial arts training, and playing outside was on my mind more. Still resented the hell out of it, though-and
hated all those Jacksons, especially Michael, who my little sister adored.....
Few years later-it's like 1975, and I'm home for spring break-it's around my sister's birthday, and I get dragged to
what? Goddam
Jackson friggin' Family concert.
Can't say I had a blast-I was in the beginning of a pretty serious head-banging phase right then, with occasional forays into blues and jazz, and nights disco dancing (
to get chicks!) and the Jackson's were just not my thing. I
was entertained though-they were obviously talented, and put on a damn good show....
Years and years later, after Michael had gone solo, become the "King of Pop," dated Brooke Shields, married Lisa Marie Presley (I could just hear the
real "King" spinning in his grave,"
Lisa Marie, Lisa Marie, why you gonna marry that funny lookin' colored boy? He looks like ET with a geri-curl!" :lol
divorced Lisa Marie, gotten several shades lighter, gotten Diana Ross's nose, then another one, then another one,had the biggest selling album of all time, made millions, built a pedophiles's dream mansion, divorced Lisa Marie, married a brood mare to have his children, divorced the brood mare, been sued for allegedly diddling little boys, fled to Bahrain, and lost millions-after all that, my sister died, and I gave some of those old Jackson 5 songs a listen for her.
I brag a lot. Well, maybe not as much as I could, but I do. I'm a decent musician-I've been in bands, played professionally-ok, I nearly starved to death, but that's what youth is for, isn't it? Anyway, I'm a fair judge of music, and I had to admit-
that was a goddam tight band for a bunch of kids.
Of course, that's what came from a few session musicians sitting in on recordings from time to time....
and papa Joe's beating regularly them with an extension cord, until they goddam got it right.
We'll get to hear all of that again-how when he was 12 or so and they were on tour, his brothers tried to get-to
force-him to have sex with girls, who were, of course, readily available. How his dad beat them, and how maybe some even weirder stuff went on there-and also how his childhood was stunted, and he never really got to have one. Most of us can never really understand the sheer isolation inherent in being a star of that magnitude:Elvis used to have to rent the whole bowling alley to go bowling in peace, Michael got Disneyworld to do the same......and built the Neverland Ranch, a place for a kid who never got to grow up. We'll never know for certain whether he molested boys, or simply was so stunted that the only people he could relate to were children. Either way, it was pretty unhealthy. He was a sad, sick and lonely man, who happened to be extremely talented. Poor bastard,
among all us poor bastards. Hope he finds some peace-or gets the appropriate hell, whichever you choose to believe.
