No, Really
Michael Jackson Was Crazier Than Anyone Else Has Ever Dreamed of Being
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Michael Jackson: A Remembrance
- On a Half Century of Unparalleled American Genius and Freakery
- Growing Up with Michael Jackson (Who Never Grew Up)
- The Kiddie-Pleasing Linguistic Inventions of the King of Pop
- You Never Forget Your First Time
- How Achieving the American Dream Broke Michael Jackson’s Brain
- Michael Jackson’s Gold-Plated Crazybrains
- Farewell to the Best Friend a Boy Could Ever Have
- The Posthumous Ruminations of One Pissed Angel
- On the Tragic Loss of Charlie’s Angel Kate Jackson
I’m glad Michael Jackson is dead. Fuck yes, I am absolutely thrilled. Knowing that Michael Jackson was alive—in a desert somewhere (California? Dubai?), wallowing, pickling, corroding in his own suffering—was, oh, infinity times more depressing than knowing he is now deceased. This was a mercy killing.
I used to have a teeny filament of hope for Michael: not that he’d ever have a human face again, or that he’d be completely absolved of alleged man-on-boy ickiness, or that there’d be any coming back of any kind, but that he might—at the very least—retire to a castle somewhere, lie down, take a nap, abolish mirrors, and live out his old age in some semblance of wealth-padded contentment. He deserved that, at least. But that was before I saw THE STUFF.
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The stuff. Ohhhhhh, the stuff. Back in April, I found myself in Los Angeles at a most fortuitous time. Facing financial ruin (apparently he died with negative $400 million—WTF!?), MJ had decided to auction off his belongings in a giant hurricane of crazy, and the crauction’s (that’s a combination of “crazy” and “auction”) contents were on display at the Beverly Hilton for any and all comers. This was officially the best $20 I ever borrowed from my friend’s boyfriend and then forgot to pay back. Ever.
The crauction display went on seemingly forever. Rooms and rooms and rooms. It started out predictable: outfits, sequined socks, Jackson 5 gold records (truly sad), a bust of Elvis, a Rolls-Royce limousine. BUT VERY SOON THE FUN AND GAMES OFFICIALLY STOPPED. I was surrounded by child-sized furniture, arcade games, California Raisins, and soda fountains. Michael’s face was everywhere: Over and over again, he was depicted as the literal pied piper, leading armies of children with a glazed smile through ruthlessly Technicolor landscapes. I saw lots of what I hoped was fan art (for instance, a Day-Glo tapestry in which MJ, Peter Pan, and the Tiny Toons have a slumber party) and too many works obviously commissioned by the King himself (a painted triptych in which Michael, crowning and knighting himself with a magic sword, declares, “I am the Primeval Self in you and I”).
There was a finger painting by Macaulay Culkin. There was a golf cart with an airbrushed painting of Michael as Peter Pan on its hood. There was an animatronic baby, wiggling and waggling. How much time do you have? Because this list could go on forever.
Maybe the most striking things were the life-size wax Michaels—EVERYWHERE—in varying stages of skin tone and wig and facial deconstruction. One wondered what he did with them. Did he talk to himself? Did he hug himself? Did he put himself in the microwave for 30 seconds or so to warm himself up so that he could fall asleep in the comforting embrace of a pretend-alive almost-human who did not judge him? There were other figures as well: an army of elderly white servants, all with zany countenances, standing at attention or lounging on gold-plated porch swings.
By the end of my tour through Jackson’s baroque, gold-plated crazybrain, it was clear that I was dealing with a madman. This was not irony or kitsch, this was a broken person—wrecked by abuse, fame, wealth, craziness, crazy-in-the-headedness, and CRAZYBRAINZ. There would be no redemption for him.
In closing, here is a poem that Michael wrote and then had carved into stone as the world’s creepiest yard art:
Kingdoms topple, lose their glass.
Civilizations crumble, ages pass.
Turbulent tempests ravage the seas.
Violent killings, despite our pleas.
But dew drops sparkle when children play.
Tyrants cry, there is nothing to slay.
Fairies dance and goblins sing.
In the garden we frolic a while.
Those are the moments when babies
smile.
You’re dancing with the fairies now, Michael. It’s where you should be. And I’m glad. ![]()
I used to think you rocked.
Always LOVED all of your articles, but this sucks.
You rude bitch.
I used to think you rocked.
Always LOVED all of your articles, but this one sucks.
You really didn't have to go there and be such a rude bitch.
A musical icon died, who happened to be someone's father...but obviously you haven't thought about anyone but yourself.
As per usual.
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I'm sorry for his children, but also relieved - would they become noisy strangers once they hit 14 or so, the age many of his "friends" stopped hearing from him? The man seemed incapable of relating to anyone older than that. How fucked up would it be to be the grownup in your relationship with your dad when you're not even old enough to drive?
This WAS a merciful time for Jackson to die. I'm saddened at his passing, more so than I would believe (I never was a fan, and I was around when Thriller came out), but I can't think it was a bad thing.
The friggin' hero-worship of this dude by legions of doofuses would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic. "Hail the kid-toucher".
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But then like the silly optimist I am I ALWAYS think people will "get it" if I patiently explain....
MJ's was the saddest story. Who could have survived that childhood intact?
It occurs to me that you may be getting some flak from big deluded fans who are just surfing on the surfeit of MJ web bits. Best to ignore, OK?
same Stranger trite shit, and he guy is dead
fame or not, death is never to be wished on anyone
course, you do value your life? maybe not ... then, go die somewhere
buying crap is not confined to wealth, go to the goodwill, you are easily impressed, something wrong with a Rolls?
Great talent, bit of a sad life, too bad he is dead.
Signed: No Great Fan
And it sounds as though drugs played a significant role in his downward spiral. What if he'd managed to somehow get rid of the enablers and clean up? His life could've improved. Call me naively optimistic but I like to think there's always hope.
But you go right ahead and dance the hooray-he's-dead! dance. I'm sure you'll understand if I choose not to watch.
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I'll always admire his music, as a dancer I adored his choreography. I have fond memories of mastering the choreograpy or "Beat It" and "Thriller", and learning to moonwalk. As a guitar player I admired his sense of rhythm.
I think David Ryan Harris's tribute to MJ, reflects my sentiments perfectly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJcPLJoGI…
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Lindy - this is perfect. This is, honestly, EXACTLY how I felt as I cleaned out my diedwaytooearly father's apartment. The man was nuts. For different reasons, obviously. But it made me realize that his death released him from the crazy. Nothing else was going to do that - he struggled with it his whole life. I miss him like crazy (get it?), but on a lot of levels, I am glad he died. I'm sure MJ's kids will eventually come to the same conclusion.
To the fuckwads who think Lindy is being insensitive...I hope you aren't as harsh on yourself when you have similar feelings about a real person in your life.
"The uber self-righteousness is one thing I dislike most about our culture. We seem to have it in spades.
It urks me that many of us have to be reminded to focus on MJ's legacy. We would extend that courtesy to anyone else and expect it for ourselves, when our time comes, so why not him?
He was still just a person. What we think we know about his personal life shouldn't even be an issue. No one is denying his imperfections but we seem to find it easy to forget that that's a trait we all share. However, no one came close to his talent/influence, which are what differentiated him from us, not his flaws, and should be celebrated."
I think that's a good thing.
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Did you read Lisa Marie Presley's sad-as-fuck myspace blog thingie? About how she saw how fucked he was 14 years ago and just about went nuts herself trying to saaaaave him?
I've been contemplating what his life would have been like if his dad hadn't shoved them all into the spotlight as kids. It's hard to imagine that he wouldn't have still ended up a singer and/or dancer. Maybe he would have ended up nearly as famous, and ended up being a Madonna or a Prince (weird, weirder). But they're ok. They're alive. Because they at least got 18 years of being normal-ish people. They had time to grow brainz free of crazymakins.
In summary: fuck Joe Jackson. This is all his fault.
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Of course you're right about all this, and of course the apologists will trip all over themselves to berate you for not being more sensitive to this child-molesting derangement of a person, but come on: Michael Jackson's kids are better off in almost anyone else's custody based solely on that ghoul's face, let alone my secret fear that he had them bred for spare parts. There's a lot of story left to be told there, and I'm sorry if I'm being insensitive but the Michael Jackson anyone remembers as a talented human died almost 20 years ago.
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This is THE FUCKING STRANGER.
If you want to read some emotionless and generic bullshit about how awesome and amazing Michael "We All Wanted Him Dead Five Years Ago (REMEMBER?!?)" Jackson is, then go pick up a fucking People Magazine.
Also, Lindy: your writing always makes me smile, and you're right. The guy was cool back in the day, but how happy could one person possibly be locked in a tomb of public loathing and humiliation in which THAT PERSON CONSTRUCTED THEMSELVES (possibly out of blocks of crushed dreams and painful disfigurement - maybe using a mixture of tears and old Halloween candy as some sort of mortar.)
And as an aside, "Michael Jackson Was Crazier Than Anyone Else Has Ever Dreamed of Being"?? Google "Howard Hughes", young 'un. Michael wasn't even in Howard's league...
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And what am I thinking, hoping people will have some common decency when it comes to children. How un-hip of me. I forgot this was the Stranger.
Fuck 'em all! Death to the mentally ill! Death to his children! Is that edgy enough?
Suck it.
But as I watched the wall-to-wall coverage on every single channel that had some sort of newscast, I found myself asking America, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Nevermind that there were people fighting and dying in the streets of Tehran or that the Gov of SC used state money to go see his mistress in Argentina... No, those things didnt happen that day because Michael Jackson dropped died!
Am I sad for his family... Yes. And I sad for his kids... Yes (Lord knows that they were already gunna be fucked up enough but then daddy has to go and die on them)! But do I think that he deserved the kind of coverage that it got? NO! Do I think that he should have been elevated to saint-hood as certain people would like to have happen? NO! Reality is what it is... He was a sad, self-destructive, self-hating, alleged child abuser. And those realities - no matter how hard they are to swallow - outway anything he did in a former life!
The Michael Jackson that we all knew and loved died sometime in the mid 80's. Replaced by a strange, sad, and at times scary individual whom I do not care to know! I just wish more people saw it that way!
-Zach
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- Nikita Khrushchev upon facing a potential nuclear showdown between the USA and the USSR
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Michael Jackson was a traumatized and abused child... MJ was an amazing performer and musical genius.. MJ was a brilliant producer and manipulator of his career... MJ hated his appearance and did things to himself that defy explaination... MJ was the motivating factor that got black people on MTV and thus into white americans homes... MJ created a fantasy world to keep himself safe... Michael Jackson was insane... MJ used drugs to cope with life, many people do. Mike did things with kids that no adult person should... he may have traumatized and abused children... he may not have know it was wrong because of his madness... No one will ever have the place in music that he did, ...
He is way better off, he deserves rest, healing, punishment or oblivion, whatever we get when we are dead.
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Correct me if I'm wrong: Didn't wacko Jacko CALL OFF the auction at the last minute? I think I read that somewhere. So now all the crazy stuff will be on display again: The Jackson family will make a killing off of the money they'll be charging folks to view that collection again!
And for all the numbnuts out there who are offended by Ms. West's column: Really, now, did you honestly, truly believe, in your heart of hearts, that Michael Jackson was going to die of old age? Really?? No, we all knew that he was going to be checking out ahead of schedule. So get over your sad selves and move on. It's what he would have wanted.
And oh yeah, I'm kind of glad that Michael Jackson's life has mercifully ended as well.
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judge not lest ye be judged - - & i hope u never, ever get sick.
but u will, or your loved ones will & i hope no one treats them as shitty as u are treating michael & his loved ones. he's more of an artist than u will ever dream of being. you are hateful.
i feel sorry 4 u.
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The poor bastard was screwed from Day One, and my heart has always gone out to him for that.
But, if he REALLY was surrounded by people who loved him, why didn't even one of them have the courage to say 'No' to him? Sometimes that's the most loving thing you can do.
Someone should have said 'no' when he decided to have children, too. Those poor, fucked, kids. THEY'RE the ones I grieve for.
Also, in the end, who gives a shit that the man was 'a musical legend". So's Phil Spectre.
Both he and his co-mort Farrah should be powerfully cautionary tales for our celebrity-obsessed culture. But I'm not holding my breath.
Keep up the great work, Lindy, and try not to let the single helix cryptorchids out get ya down.
Clearly these people that are writing death threats didnt understand the message.
Doctor McCoy turns to Captain Kirk and says....
"He's dead, Jim."
We're still stuck with all the videos he felt behind.
The endless recordings of his music that will live on in every elevator across America.
Had we, as a nation, taken the time and energy to morn the passing of Mohandas Gandhi,I would not be as upset about having CNN having non stop coverage. The world has NOT stopped. Elvis left...and we carried on. Lets put this in prospective boys and girls.
Now,let's let the motherfucker go.
I disagree. My mother, when her breast cancer reoccurred, 15 years later, decided she wasn't going to be heroic about it. She'd been heroic at age 44 because she had young children. And, with a few easy steps, she lasted 10 years more to age 69. Ironic, in a time when Ashcroft was AG, that a bit more morphine resulted in her death maybe a day early, with only 30 minutes between being completely lucid and dying at home. She got the death she preferred to the alternatives. Ironic because Ashcroft would have denied my mother the dignity and compassion anyone would give their dying dog.
MJ seems to have self-adminstered a similar exit. His pain may have been pyschological rather than from tumors throughout his body, but that probably made it a deeper level of hell.
Death, when it is an escape from inescapible pain, is to be wished on those who desire it.
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I am reminded of a bible quote (though I am an atheist) "Oh how the mighty have fallen"
Nobody has ever risen so high to just fall so low. Michael Jackson is a perfect example of how pathetic people can become who have no limitations. Fame and fortune only brought him heartache and despair. When money is not an object one literally do what ever they want to their face.
Its sad really, and I am glad I do not have to witness his slow death anymore.
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You should also look into spelling lessons. Unless you're Prince - knock that shit off.
PS You're full of shit. You didn't know MJ.
I thought someone writing for the Stranger would be farther enlightened than to judge a man crazy by viewing his possessions.
There is not another person on this earth that understands what MJ went through. Even Elvis and the Beatles were "normal" at one point in their lives. MJ never had that.
Save your judgment for someone you might have a hope of understanding.... But understanding wasn't what you were trying to do, was it? You were trying to write a snarky, contrary article for the Stranger. How creative of you.
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I applaud you. And I think I am going to read more of your work since I am new to the site.
http://tinyurl.com/smoothliteral
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& btw, u know me.....&, no, i am not full of shit.
& the pic is just truthful --- and, no i will not knock that shit off.
This writer is a lazy pandering moron who can't even write what she really thinks. The argument she makes is full of inconsistencies. She probably just doesn't get humanity.
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"Famous like us"?
Are you Macauly Culkin? Actually unless you are the guy who does the vibrate dance in "Beat It" nobody cares about you.
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We felt kind of sad...but kind of not. We knew he had to go eventually and were kind of surprised he hadn't died sooner.
What we were sad about is the fact that none of us knew how to do the Thriller dance.
Even in Costa Rica Michael Jackson news was on every channel.
He was a great artist. I just wish the recent years would have been easier on him. Now he can rest I guess.
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Speechless, is how your comments leave me. I think your intent is irony though. When taken literally, such meanness seems to have brought out the goodness in others though. So I thank you for your comments.
Speechless, is how your comments leave me. I think your intent is irony though. When taken literally, such meanness seems to have brought out the goodness in others though. So I thank you for your comments.
I loved and felt sorry for Michael, but I was not "glad" that he died, Lindy West. If you saw the footage of his rehearsal from the night before he died, he was still on his game, musically and physically. It was just that darn addiction to painkillers, which is so sad...
Lastly I resent the way every adjective in this article, about him and his belongings, makes him sound crazy. Maybe he wasn't watching after everything that came in from fans, and just didn't want to throw anything away. Geez, that's not so crazy. OH -- and do your research. He died with $500 million to his name to give to the Michael Jackson Trust.
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First off, none of us actually "knew" the man. We can only remark on what we have seen and what we feel to be true.
His life was as much tragic as it was amazing, he was as loved as much he was hated, he was as talented just as much as he was flawed, he was as exposed as much as he was shrouded in secrecy, he was as beautiful as he was ugly, fuck, he was as black as much as he was white....
His life was extreme, he lived it as he could, but with such genius comes a price. We are all flawed and fuck up our own lives as such. He went down a path that he could not come back from, if it started from the beginning or happened later w/ fame, drugs, mental illness, media, etc., or all of the above...Micheal HIMSELF chose this road and knew; he wasn't going to stop after a while and go retire somewhere...no, to the death, he would be the/our king of pop. And how could we expect any less? With our hungry ears and worm tongues? He would be what ever we said he was....until he did die, now everyone cares, huh? FUCK YOU HIPICRITES!
Sick fucking bitch.









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