It’s happening! The biggest #MichaelJackson super tribute billboard is being installed and unveiled soon in Nanning, China!!

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A secret #MichaelJackson statue is being made in China. Coming soon. Fabulous!!

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On June 25, Chinese fans in Zhengzhou, Henan province will send flowers to iconic #MichaelJackson statue in the city and hold a memorial event. #MichaelJacksonForever

6/24/09 The shirt he had on under this jacket says Curls for my Girls. It was given to him by one of my friends.

He was wearing a shirt given to him by a fan on the last night he graced this Earth. #RemeberMichaelJackson

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We Had Him

Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away

from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.

Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace.

Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.

In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time.

No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.

Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.

Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.

He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.

Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love,

family love, and survived and did more than that.

He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style.

We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.

We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.

His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.

And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.

We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing.

He gave us all he had been given.

Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana’s Black Star Square.

In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England

We are missing Michael.


But we do know we had him, and we are the world.

~ Maya Angelou ~

.. love and miss you always ...

【阿尼尛特別企劃 Anima SP】A Tribute to Michael Jackson │ 阿尼尛 Anima

You’re gone, but your music lives on. Michael Jackson, August 29, 1958 - Forever.

#11YearsWithOutMichaelJackson

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https://www.showbiz411.com/2020/06/2...the-real-thing

Remembering Michael Jackson on the 11th Anniversary of His Death: When Having the Receipts was the Real Thing

by Roger Friedman - June 25, 2020 2:44 pm

“I was dreamin’ when I wrote this, so sue me if I go too fast

But life is just a party and parties weren’t meant to last” — Prince

If I’ve told you this story before, forgive me. On June 25, 2009, Michael Jackson was supposed to be asleep after a night of rehearsals for his run of shows in London. He was supposed to be moving to London any minute and the shows would take a lot out of him.

I was sitting right here at my desk working on various other stories when I got a message that Michael had had a heart attack and was being rushed to the hospital. Showiz411 just begun under the aegis of another publication, so I had to contact my editors in Los Angeles. While I was emailing them I was simultaneously calling the cell phone of Frank DiLeo, Michael’s long time friend and manager, who’d just come back into the picture.

When Frank picked up, I was relieved. “Frank,” I said, “how is Michael? Where are you?”

Frank was whispering. “I’m with him. He’s gone.”

“Gone?” Wait, hadn’t we jumped ahead of Did he have a heart attack?”

“Oy my god, Frank, what?”

“He’s gone. I’m at the hospital with him. I just closed his eyes.”

Frank, who everyone called Uncle Tookie, loved Michael. As it turned out, Frank would be dead a year later, from heart disease. It’s not rational, but in a way I think this is what caused Frank’s death. He was such a big-hearted guy, and he put on a good front, but the reality of Michael being gone was too much for him. I think the strain of it did him in.

A couple of days later I’d be sitting on the terrace of the Four Seasons Hotel having coffee with Frank and a couple other close Michael Jackson intimates who’d been good friends to me covering Michael for many years. Everyone was in shock. One of them had been dealing with some members of the Jackson family, and it hadn’t been pretty. One of them said to me, Have you ever heard of Dr. Murray? At the same time, he showed me a bill they’d received from Dr. Arnold Klein, Michael’s “Dr. Feelgood.” It was for $48,000, and barely covered the period of rehearsals for the London shows. We read it in horror.

I broke a lot of stories that summer thanks to these guys, trying to get to the bottom of Michael’s death. Many of the stories are lost in space as the publication didn’t archive them. I do remember communicating with the editors on email while Frank was talking to me from the hospital and confirming Michael’s death. The head editor wrote back to me and said she’d wouldn’t publish it without confirmation. “Is he really dead or just brain dead?” typed back to me. As it turned out she was the one who was brain dead. She’s not around anymore and no one remembers her name.

I got into a lot of trouble last year criticizing the documentary, “Leaving Neverland.” Michael had made a lot of mistakes in his life, particularly flaunting friendships with little boys. Everyone “knew” he was a pedophile. Then the Arvizos came along, lied like rugs, were used by Santa Barbara DA Tom Sneddon in his vendetta against Michael. I broke all the stories about how the Arvizo’s lied.

Today in the vernacular everyone uses the word “receipts” instead of “evidence.” But I was brought the actual receipts first, before anyone. I knew the Arvizo’s had lied. In court, Tom Mesereau asked Janet Arvizo if she thought Michael Jackson would take her kids away in a hot air balloon. It was his crowning moment. She replied– she exclaimed, “Yes!” The courtroom gasped, Judge Melville banged his gavel. Katherine Jackson was sitting in from of me. She turned around for a minute, and I said, “I apologize on behalf of everyone for this trial.”

Michael Jackson was not easy. The last few years he was the victim of hucksters as he closed himself off from reality. A lot of people took advantage of him, and his drug problems. During the trial, Frank went up to see Michael at Neverland and saw an IV pole with a drip. The kids’ nanny, Grace, was administering something. Frank didn’t know what it was, and couldn’t ask. He told me about that night. But the whole situation was out of control already.

“Leaving Neverland” is a travesty, a real violation of trust. The filmmaker, who has since lost control of his rights, was conned. So was HBO. A very good rebuttal film, “Square One,” is on Netflix now. The fans, who are smart (but can be annoying) did a ton of detective work. Nothing about “Leaving Neverland” stacks up or rings true. But it was one last grasp at the golden ring by those who’d been left behind high and dry. Their gravy train was off the tracks. Frankly, if Michael had lived to be 80 I don’t think he would ever have left money to any of his accusers. He was done with that.

I have to believe Frank and Michael are in heaven having a good time. Frank is convincing Michael to a big tour and make a new record. He’s smoking a cigar and clapping Michael on the back. They are at peace, I hope, and dreaming big dreams.

The First Time We Lost Michael Jackson

The world gave up on the King of Pop, but did he give up on us first?

One

In May 2002, journalist (I use the term with little weight) Martin Bashir and his film crew were allowed to follow Michael Jackson for a few months in anticipation of an in-depth story. What followed was Bashir’s sensationalized Living with Michael Jackson. This radicalized documentary showed the King of Pop holding hands with a twelve-year-old boy, as well as talking about sharing a bed with the child. Jackson stated he saw nothing wrong with sharing a bed with someone and that it was an act of love and kindness. Others didn’t see it that way. The documentary raised the ire of the public. It led investigators to charge Jackson with seven counts of child molestation and two counts of intoxicating a minor with an alcoholic beverage. Jackson was unanimous in his denial of the charges. He pleaded not guilty. If convicted, he could have faced up to twenty years in federal prison.

Michael Jackson was as private of a person as he was a public figure. Jackson always seemed to be readjusting the balance of those two things. Michael never really knew the same level of privacy most people enjoy as much of his life, since age five, had been filled with the business of show. Jackson often spoke about his lack of a childhood and how the imbalance affected him throughout his adult life. Building an amusement park on his massive property, called Neverland Ranch, in Los Olivos, California, seemed like a no-brainer for someone who didn’t get summer vacations with the family or school field trips. When talk show host Oprah Winfrey visited Neverland a dozen years prior, Jackson proudly showed his amusement park area, the movie theater with regular seating, and private viewing rooms for children confined to a bed because of medical issues, the train station and the main parts of the house itself. Viewers watched in shock and awe at the extravagant and sprawling estate. It was television at its best, two of the most significant people in media — and both were African-American baby boomers — talking about life, wealth, hard work, and success. Neverland was Jackson’s secluded home where he could walk outside, ride an ATV or just sit and enjoy the day. He felt safe knowing he wasn’t going to be hounded by a paparazzi’s telephoto lens. It wasn’t just a big house; it was a massive plot of land. Acres and acres of open land hid the house from the public. Visitors got as far as the first gate on the road with no hope of viewing the house from a distance. From the entrance on Figueroa Mountain Road to the main house was a mile of winding road through trees and over a hill. If Jackson wanted privacy, Neverland Ranch was it. The whole of the Jackson family also enjoyed Neverland regularly. There are many videos of Janet, the brothers, the nephews and nieces, and the Jackson parents mulling around the grounds, enjoying the amenities that Jackson employed.

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https://thevioletreality.com/t…hael-jackson-1c5d0f54af27

https://twitter.com/mkgenie/status/1275828498385350658

https://twitter.com/mkgenie/status/1276112737009954817

Lisa Brisse und ihre Mum Judy Brisse .. die jahrelang auf Neverland für Michael gearbeitet hat ... haben gestern am Abend Michael an Neverlands Toren gedacht..

..das stimmungsvolle Video (wenn man genau hinhört die Grillen in den Bäumen!) könnt ihr hier sehen:

@LisaBrisse

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Mom @JudiBrisse

and I went out to Neverland last night to remember... We love you, Michael. Thank you for everything you gave us and the world.

. Here is a video of last night. Magical. Peaceful.

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@MichaelBearden

6/25/09 is a date I’ll always remember! It’s hard to believe it’s been 11 years. MJ’s presence was so dynamic! Even if we weren’t in the same room, I knew he was in the building! His energy is still here!
More than likely for decades to come! MJ! UR
’d! M~ #MichaelJackson

Kurzes Video mit MJ

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