Well..since I made fun of him a few posts..well,OK in almost all my posts,I decided(not really) to make a post for him...something like a tribute.
Michael Jackson was also known as "The King of Pop music",he was born in Gary, Indiana to a working-class family on August 29, 1958.The son of Joseph Walter "Joe" Jackson and Katherine Esther he was the seventh of nine children. His siblings are Rebbie, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, La Toya, Marlon, Randy and Janet.Joseph Jackson was a steel mill employee who often performed in an R&B band called The Falcons with his brother Luther.Jackson was raised as a Jehovah's Witness by his devout mother.(Via Wikipedia)
A thing that I don't understand about people...why is someones work more appreciated only after he/she dies?...for example many of my friend never talked about him and some don't even like him...but today after I told them that he had died,they said "Oh,how did it happen?he was a good pop artist let's listen to one of his songs."
Probably after I'll die people will like my blog.
This is one of the songs I really like.
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3 comments:
Everyone has made fun of him because we loved him.
I, never make fun of someone if I dont like him.
If dont like you, I'll never waste my time about anything related to you.
So don't be hard to yourself. It's all for fun.
PS: We already like your blog and please don't die (hmmmm, I think that would be great for my blog, because I'll steal all your readers)
I've always wondered that too. People wil talk highly about a certain person, when that person is, well, dead. We humans are weird.
and btw I agree with Lazy King! You mention, cause you care ;)
Excerpts from LaToya Jackson's own 1991 biography, LATOTA: GROWING UP IN THE JACKSON FAMILY:
" ... neither I nor my siblings ever led a normal existence, not even as small children, years before celebrity transformed our lives. We were a not-so-typical but classic dysfunctional family. Yes, there was love and happiness, but it was poisoned by emotional and physical abuse, duplicity, and denial. ... The proscriptions of my Jehovah's Witness faith, my mother's seeming love and devotion, and my father's inability to express any emotion but anger kept us all entangled in a web of guilt disguised as love, brutality that was called 'discipline,' and blind obedience that felt like loyalty. ... We couldn't identify it, but we all sensed something was wrong in our house. Most of my siblings 'rebelled' by essentially running away from home to teenage marriages. ... I was Mother's best friend, and the quietest, shyest, most obedient child of all. I surprised everyone. I also broke the cardinal rule of a dysfunctional family. I stopped living the lie and playing the destructive game. -- pages 1-2.
"Thinking back over all those years, I realized that Mother was the guiding force behind the cruelty and abuse. This lady who pretended to be so gentle on the surface had in fact caused all the turmoil in our lives. We'd always thought that it was Joseph, but it was her, telling him what to do and how to do it. Like I'd said to her before, she was always throwing the rock and hiding her hand, convincing everyone -- outsiders and my own
siblings -- that she was sweet, kindhearted, and compassionate. Little did they know that the minute they were out of earshot she talked about them very, very viciously. After seeing it so many times, I finally had to face the fact that this was her true personality. -- page 257.
"Michael and I were very active in the Jehovah's Witness faith. ... Five days a week the two of us and Mother studied the Bible at home and attended the Kingdom Hall. ... Every morning Michael and I witnessed, knocking on doors around Los Angeles, spreading the word of Jehovah. ... As my brother's fame grew, he had to don convincing disguises, like a rubber fat suit he bought years later, -- pages 53-4.
"Mother ... frowned on our socializing with white kids, an attitude I found hypocritical coming from a Christian. -- page 34.
"... both my parents harbor racist attitudes, particularly against Jews, ... 'Wherever you go, whatever you do in this business, you find a Jew,' Mother used to complain bitterly all the time, 'I can't stand it.' ... She'd go on and on. 'They're always on top. Jews are so nosy. They like controlling you. I hate 'em all.' To their faces, however, my mother was as sweet as could be. ... Hearing talk like this turned my stomach, especially when it came from my mother's mouth. How could a religious woman be so hateful? ... The depth of Mother's loathing was expressed in one of her oft-repeated opinions: 'There's one mistake Hitler made in his life -- he didn't kill all those Jews. He left too many dxxx Jews on this earth, and they multiplied,' --pages 132-4.
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