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Everybody has favourite things, Michael jackson had his share of favourite things as well. Curious ? Here is a list
Best Friend: Elizabeth Taylor
Idols: Charlie Chaplin, Fred Astaire, Gene Kelley, Berry Gordy, Quincy Jones, Three Stooges, Walt Disney,James Brown, Jackie Wilson
Favorite Accessory: Black Fedora
Favorite Actor/Actress: Shirley Temple, Elizabeth Taylor, Katherine Hepburn, Morgan Freeman, Marlon Brando
Favorite Artists: Michaelangelo, Leonardo Da Vinci
Favourite Board Game: Monopoly
Favorite Books: ‘Peter Pan’ by James Matthew Barrie, ‘Jonathan Livingstone Seagull’ by Richard Bach, ‘The Old Man And The Sea’ by Ernest Hemingway
Favorite Classical Composers: Claude Debussy (‘Afternoon of the Fawn’), Pjotr Iljitsch Tschaikowsky, Sergei Sergejewitsch Prokofjew
Favorite Colors: Red, black
Favorite Disney Characters: Mickey Mouse, Peter Pan, Pinocchio
Favorite Drink: mineral water (e.g. Evian, Perrier), fruit juice (orange), vegetable juice (carrot), Gatorade (during concerts)
Favorite Food: Mexican, exotic, spicy & vegetarian food, Sushi, pizza, chicken, fish, fresh fruits, popcorn, vanilla ice with cookie pieces, sunflower seeds, glazed doughnuts, frosted flakes with milk, M&Ms
Favorite Movies: ‘Peter Pan’, ‘E.T.’, ‘Star Wars’
Favorite Singers: James Brown, Jackie Wilson, Smokey Robinson, Sammy Davis Jr., The Temptations, Diana Ross
Favorite Songs When He Was A Child: ‘Tobacco Road’, ‘You Are My Sunshine’, ‘Cloud Nine’ by The Temptations
Favorite TV Shows: Flip Wilson Show, Brady Bunch, Road Runner Show, The Simpsons
Michael didnt like to tour. The record company’s always wanted Mike to tour after he made a new album. This was merely for promoting the new album and make it to sell more. But Mike didnt liked it. He spoke in his own words that he couldnt sleep after an show, the adrenaline would flow through his body like speed lightning. He would have jet legs as well because he flew from one country after the other and he actually could never rest between concerts. The crowd would just flock to see Michael at his hotel or if he visits stores. But he did mentioned that once he was on stage he loved it so much he would forget his tireness and everything, once he was on stage he lived and was enchanted by the audience and the audience by Michael jackson .
Michael embraced Islam like his brother Jermaine. He could find peace in the religion , especially after he was hurt so much by the media. He altered his name in Mikaeel , which is the arab version of Michael , he was named after an Angel. And Mike was an angel , a human angel . He proved that through his deeds, through his smile, through everything he did. Rumour has it that he did some songs as a tribute to Islam.
Michael had a lot of respect for older stars, stars like Sammy Davis , Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly , Jackie Wilson and of course James Brown. He learned what the magic was these stars had captured over the years. He was inspired by them and he loved them as why he paid a tribute to Sammy Davis.
Michael Jackson talks about the songs on his album BAD in the following interview. The video BAD is based on a true story Michael said. The story is about this student who is from the ghetto and goes to college in an expensive neighbourhood, when he returns home to the ghetto , his so called friends killed him because they were jealous of him.. of course the scenario in BAD has a good end..
My phone rang and I heard: “This is Michael Jackson.” The voice was breathy, unbroken, boyish – tentative, yet tremulously eager and helpful, not the voice of a 40-year-old. In contrast to this lilting sound, its substance was denser, like a blind child giving you explicit directions in darkness.
“How would you describe Elizabeth Taylor?” I asked.
“She’s a warm cuddly blanket that I love to snuggle up to and cover myself with. I can confide in her and trust her. In my business, you can’t trust anyone.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you don’t know who’s your friend. Because you’re so popular, and there’s so many people around you. You’re isolated, too. Becoming successful means that you become a prisoner. You can’t go out and do normal things. People are always looking at what you’re doing.”
“Have you had that experience?”
“Oh, lots of times. They try to see what you’re reading, and all the things you’re buying. They want to know everything. There are always paparazzi downstairs. They invade my privacy. They twist reality. They’re my nightmare. Elizabeth is someone who loves me – really loves me.”
“I suggested to her that she was Wendy and you’re Peter.”
“But Elizabeth is also like a mother – and more than that. She’s a friend. She’s Mother Teresa, Princess Diana, the Queen of England and Wendy. We have great picnics. It’s so wonderful to be with her. I can really relax with her, because we’ve lived the same life and experienced the same thing.”
“The great tragedy of childhood stars. We like the same things. Circuses. Amusement parks. Animals.”
And there was their shared fame and isolation.
“It makes people do strange things. A lot of our famous luminaries become intoxicated because of it – they can’t handle it. And your adrenaline is at the zenith of the universe after a concert – you can’t sleep. It’s maybe two in the morning and you’re wide awake. After coming off stage, you’re floating.”
“How do you handle that?”
“I watch cartoons. I love cartoons. I play video games. Sometimes I read.”
“You mean you read books?”
“Yeah. I love to read short stories and everything.”
“Any in particular?”
“Somerset Maugham,” he said quickly, and then, pausing at each name: “Whitman. Hemingway. Twain.”
“What about those video games?”
“I love X-Man. Pinball. Jurassic Park. The martial arts ones – Mortal Kombat.”
“I played some of the video games at Neverland,” I said. “There was an amazing one called Beast Buster.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s great. I pick each game. That one’s maybe too violent, though. I usually take some with me on tour.”
“How do you manage that? The video game machines are pretty big, aren’t they?”
“Oh, we travel with two cargo planes.”
“Have you written any songs with Elizabeth in mind?”
“Is that the one with the line, ‘Has anyone seen my childhood?’”
“Yes. It goes…”, and he liltingly recited “Before you judge me, try to…”, and then sang the rest.
“Didn’t I hear that playing on your merry-go-round at Neverland?”
Delightedly, he said, “Yes! Yes!”
He went on about childhood, how, like Elizabeth, as a child star he used to support his family.
“I was a child supporting my family. My father took the money. Some of the money was put aside for me, but a lot of the money was put back into the entire family. I was just working the whole time.”
“So you didn’t have a childhood, then – you lost it. If you had it to do again how would you change things?”
“Even though I missed out on a lot, I wouldn’t change anything.”
“I can hear your little kids in the background.” The gurgling had become insistent, like a plug-hole in a flood. “If they wanted to be performers and lead the life you led, what would you say?”
“They can do whatever they want to do. If they want to do that, it’s okay.”
“How will you raise them differently from the way you were raised?”
“With more fun. More love. Not so isolated.”
“Elizabeth says she finds it painful to look back on her life. Do you find it hard to do that?”
“No, not when it’s pertaining to an overview of your life rather than any particular moment.”
This oblique and somewhat bookish form of expression was a surprise to me – another Michael Jackson surprise. He had made me pause with “intoxicated” and “zenith of the universe”, too. I said: “I’m not too sure what you mean by ‘overview’.”
“Like childhood. I can look at that. The arc of my childhood.”
“But there’s some moment in childhood when you feel particularly vulnerable. Did you feel that? Elizabeth said that she felt she was owned by the studio.”
“Sometimes really late at night we’d have to go out – it might be three in the morning – to do a show. My father forced us. He would get us up. I was seven or eight. Some of these were clubs or private parties at people’s houses. We’d have to perform.” This was in Chicago, New York, Indiana, Philadelphia, he added – all over the country. “I’d be sleeping and I’d hear my father. ‘Get up! There’s a show!’ ”
“But when you were on stage, didn’t you get a kind of thrill?”
“Yes. I loved being on stage. I loved doing the shows.”
“What about the other side of the business – if someone came up after the show, did you feel awkward?”
“I didn’t like it. I’ve never liked people-contact. Even to this day, after a show, I hate it, meeting people. It makes me shy. I don’t know what to say.”
“But you did that Oprah interview, right?
“With Oprah it was tough. Because it was on TV – on TV, it’s out of my realm. I know that everyone is looking and judging. It’s so hard.”
“Is this a recent feeling – that you’re under scrutiny?”
“No,” he said firmly, “I have always felt that way.”
“Even when you were seven or eight?”
“I’m not happy doing it.”
“Which I suppose is why talking to Elizabeth over a period of two or three months on the phone would be the perfect way to get acquainted. Or doing what we’re doing right now.”
At some point Michael’s use of the phrase “lost childhood” prompted me to quote the line from George William Russell, “In the lost boyhood of Judas / Christ was betrayed”, and I heard “Wow” at the other end of the line. He asked me to explain what that meant, and when I did, he urged me to elaborate. What sort of a childhood did Judas have? What had happened to him? Where had he lived? Who had he known?
I told him that Judas had red hair, that he was the treasurer of the Apostles, that he might have been Sicarii – a member of a radical Jewish group, that he might not have died by hanging himself but somehow exploded, all his guts flying.
Twenty more minutes of Biblical apocrypha with Michael Jackson, on the lost childhood of Judas, and then the whisper again.
‘We must do this,’ was Michael Jackson’s comment when he learned about the plans for a revolutionary new book about his life. The name of this book? The Michael Jackson Opus!
It will contain new and handwritten lyrics, drawings and pictures from the King of Pop’s personal archives. There are photo’s from rehearsals for some of his pop videos that have not been made public before. The Opus will also include one of his favourite performance photographs, taken during his Bad tour in Minneapolis in 1988.
What makes the book even more special is a special feature called “augmented reality”, with which a computer and webcam can be used to show 3D images emerging from the pages. The King of Pop was really excited about it and thought it was grand on a scale he had never seen before.
The Opus books are usually limited editions, but this one will have an unlimited run until a certain date. The Michael Jackson Opus will be handbound in leather in a silk clamshell case.
Michael Jackson loved to shop , he likes art very much and he loved antique furniture. Especially he liked furniture with a royal spin to it with a touch of barok style. he liked stuff that were rare and when he really loved something he didnt asked for the price. Michael enjoys shopping very much. Of course as a public figure he could do this much in public, that’s why he liked to disguise himself with strange outfits and masks. But somebody always recognized MJ even if he was disguised from head till toe. So he often went shopping and the malls would close just to let Michael shop. He shopped in Harrods once and a friend of him at 1 point closed a supermarket for him and invited mj’s friends and relatives to figure as normal people walking around in this supermarket to give MJ that normal feeling , the feeling that he was like any other ordinary man shopping in the supermarket; just watch and see, it’s funny!
Michael Jackson didn’t need instruments to make music ; sometimes and he calls this a gift from God, he gets tunes inside his head and then he tries to give it a sound by using his voice only.
Thats the way he wrote billie jean , beat it and lots of other hit songs!
This is truly AMAZING! He truly is a music genius! Just watch this:
Once there was a child and he was free
Deep inside, he felt the laughter
The mirth and play of nature’s glee
Beauty, love was all he’d see
He knew his power was the power of God
He was so sure, they considered him odd
This power of innocence, of compassion, of light
Threatened the priests and created a fight
In endless ways they sought to dismantle
This mysteroius force which they could not handle
In endless ways they tried to destroy
His simple trust, his boundless joy
His invincible armor was a shield of bliss
Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss
The child remained in a state of grace
He wasn’t confined in time or place
In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played
While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed
Soothsayers came and fortunes were told
Some were vehement, others were bold
In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature
With the rest of the world he shared no feature
IS he real?He is so strange
His unpredictable nature knows no range
He puzzles us so, is he straight?
What’s his destiny?What’s his fate?
And while they whispered and conspired
Through endless rumors to get him tired
To kill his wonder, trample him near
Burn his courage, fuel his fear
The child remained just simpel, sincere
All he wanted was the mountain high
Color the clouds, paint the sky
Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly
In nature’s scheme, never to die
Don’t stop this child, he’s the father of man
Don’t cross his way, he’s part of the plan
I am that child, but so are you
You’ve just forgotten, just lost the clue
Inside your heart sits a Seer
Between his thoughts, he can hear
A melody simple but wondrously clear
The music of life, so precious, so dear
If you could for one moment know
This spark of creation, this exquisite glow
You would come and dance with me
Kindle this fire so we could see
All the children of the Earth
Wave their magic and give new birth
To a world of freedom with no pain
A world of joy, much more sane
Deep inside, you know it’s true
Just find that child, it’s hiding in you.