PaisleyPark5083 said:

Lionel, MJ and Phil.

I remember seeing Phil's videos all the time growing up!

So MJ's not the biological father
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that doctor looks like he needs a doctor

midiscover said:

"It's between the children and whomever their father supposed to be"?
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Timmy84 said:

just when i was about to start respecting his ass.

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DesireeNevermind said:

Why don't he just shut the fuck up or at least have someone protect his ass? Whenever he or Joe or Al say something out of whack. I turn into Scooby Doo. "Huh " Like the hell, man? Just say "the man was a great dad" and move the fuck on! Now he's just making shit worse for the kids.

Their father was MICHAEL JACKSON, biological or not, Jesus!

@ that doctor looks like he needs a doctor. Shit you ain't lying! Walking like he crippled.

kibbles said:

I think Quincy's greatest contribution was probably that he was a great editor. He had enough power to stand up to Michael and say "nah, that one's not making it to the album." Looking at demos and outtakes, Michael's always had some pretty schmaltzy and sub-par material to pick from, but it didn't make it to his records because there was someone at the helm to overrule him, or at least had the power, influence, or trust to talk him out of it. As soon as Quincy was gone, we start getting a plethora of "We Are/Heal The World"-type tracks populating MJ's albums, schmaltzy showtunes and repetitious beats from track to track, sometimes back-to-back on an album. That may have a lot to do with the insane desire a lot of artists/labels had to fill up 77 minutes worth of CD in the 90's, but I think over the years its been pretty apparent that left to his own devices, Michael tended to lean toward the corny, the contrived, the sickeningly sweet schmaltz and unimaginative, one-trick pony producers.

If it's true that Michael was mostly at the helm for Bad, I think that's why that one has a couple more clunkers compared to Off The Wall and Thriller. I think if Quincy was taking a more active role, we would have had some stronger stuff on that album, instead of things like the fluff of "Speed Demon" and "Liberian Girl", the saccharin schmaltz of "I Just Can't Stop Loving You" (Barbra Streisand even supposedly turned this one down) and the horrid "Just Good Friends" (why in the hell is a duet with Stevie wasted on MJ's worst song to date?).


as for Quincy's candor in some of these interviews lately, I'm all for it. because he's just about the only one, outside of family members (and maybe not even them), that could get away with it. and while i'm all for people saying great things about MJ and paying tribute to him, there's also a place for some realness mixed in from the people that knew him so well and worked with him so closely. as long as it's straight from the horse's mouth and not 3rd-hand, shadily sourced gossip.

Timmy84 said:

And I do believe he is cross-eyed.

Timmy84 said:

You quoted it wrong

errant said:

Yeah Quincy & MJ had different minds when it came to what songs he wanted for a particular album. They began clashing during the "Thriller" sessions.

Ottensen said:

Well paraphrasing, that's what he said.

Does anyone else find it odd that none of his kids have that Jackson nose?

DesireeNevermind said:

The eyes looked close together, don't they?

PaisleyPark5083 said:

I was thinking the exact.same.thing.

DesireeNevermind said:

I sure as hell wouldn't want a cross-eyed dermatologist. Maybe that's why Michael's face.... er, nevermid.

GNS said:

THE OLDEST ONE KINDA DOES
???
I mean its neither big nor small.

@ your statement... I hope not...

I just read that Arnold was openly gay... hmm...

But why can't he just say "no those are not my kids." That's why I'm mad with him. People already thinking he lying anyway. I thought he was lying but his statements sound out of whack even if he is telling the truth.
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GNS said:

neither did MJ have his own nose

DesireeNevermind said:

It depends. Some see it, some don't.

Timmy84 said:

what?? he gay? why are people saying he fucked Debbie Rowe all them years? Good grief this shit getting more twisted with each passing day. he said on Larry King that he gave his sperm to a sperm bank. dayum...as the world turns like a muthafugga

Yes the kids looked alot like Michael at the memorial but in all other pictures of them, even the pictures captured after the event they didnt look that dark or that much like him. When I saw the memorial I thought to myself DAMN those are his kids. But then I saw the other pictures of them elsewhere and they just dont look the same. It's weird. But then again when I look at other pictures of the memorial even Brooke and the other white people looked dark.

DesireeNevermind said:

I mean the original, wide nose, not the new family value rhinoplasty package nose.

I have a seven year old biracial son who's just as white as can be. But I'll be damned if he doesn't have my nose. And I understand every kid is different, but three out of three?

I'm not sayin'. I'm just sayin'.

Arnotts said:

Hell yeah! I thought I was the only one who noticed that! The hell they look light (Paris had fucking red hair too!) in a few instances and then all of a sudden all of them look like light-skinned black kids with long hair!

thesexofit said:

LMAO at Phil Collins poking his head in the pic

http://www.nydailynews.co...hael_.html

King of Pop's little princess, Paris Jackson, brave in spotlight at father Michael's memorial

by Michael Daly

Updated Wednesday, July 8th 2009, 7:02 AM

LOS ANGELES - The accolade that would have meant more than anything to Michael Jackson, the moment everyone will best remember, came at the end when his 11-year-old daughter, Paris, spoke the first public words of her life before the whole world.

"I just wanted to say ..." she began.

"Speak up, sweetheart, speak up," her aunt Janet Jackson softly said.

Paris continued, her left hand trembling on the microphone, her right clutching the stand.

" ... ever since I was born ..."

Her left hand went to the back of her neck and her face constricted in pain, but she continued.

" ... Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine."

She paused and her head bowed.

She breathed in twice, fighting back sobs.

She kept on with this spectacularly brave act of total devotion for the father who lay in the rose-covered coffin before the stage where she stood. She was steadied in his love for her and propelled by all she felt for him.

"And I just wanted to say I love him so much," she said.

She turned into her aunt's embrace. Her older brother, 12-year-old Prince Michael, stepped over, joining in, his face full of that same love, for his father, for his sister, for their family.

The youngest, 7-year-old Prince Michael II, also known as Blanket, also was on stage and he showed some courage of his own as he lowered the memorial program he had been peering over.

He gazed out at the crowd and the cameras as if he felt almost safe in this moment where the world saw his daddy as he and his siblings had always seen him.

After a week of spectacle, this courageous little girl had presented us with a moment of immaculate truth. Other tears streaked the faces of fans who had trooped into the Staples Center as if it were as much a pop concert as a memorial.

They had cheered earlier in the service when Michael Jackson was called the greatest entertainer of all time, but they went absolutely still when they heard his daughter call him "Daddy."

Paris had made unmistakably clear that however eccentric the world may have viewed him, Michael Jackson was at his very core a daddy who loved his kids and whose kids loved him.

The King of Pop turned out to be the opposite of so many would-be kings of political life who present a veneer of absolute normalcy and turn out to have sordid private lives.

Jackson had proven to be the real family man at heart. And you have to wonder if that is part of his power as an artist all along.

From his earliest years, Jackson composed and sang and danced with all his being, tapping the part of himself that was the source of all true feeling and touching that same part in others.

A little over a week ago, he had been rehearsing in the same arena to work his magic again with 50 farewell concerts. He had gone right from a rehearsal to the rented mansion where he died.

The world's response surprised many of us who thought his glory days had largely passed. The whole Internet nearly crashed with a global burst of cyber-grief.

Thousands of fans visited the place where he died and his sidewalk star in Hollywood and his family compound in Encino and the Neverland Ranch, where he had no longer resided. More than 1.6 million people applied for tickets to his memorial.

Yesterday morning, the chosen few poured into the dimly lit arena. The most restrained applause Jackson had received in the nearly half-century since that first talent show at the Apollo Theater came when his brothers escorted his coffin, each wearing a single sequined glove.

After a hush so profound you could hear the hum of the air conditioning, a pastor said a few words. Then Mariah Carey appeared and sang "I'll Be There," the words and music touching that place of pure feeling.

There followed speakers and songs and grief and laughter that combined to give measure to how much life had left the man who now lay forever silent and still.

Near the end, performers, friends and family took the stage. Among them were the three children Jackson had taken such pains to keep from the public eye.

Paris was poignantly attentive to her younger brother, Blanket. She gave a first public measure of her strength as she joined in singing "We Are the World."

She sang with her head up, her eyes not on the spotlit coffin below, but out at all the people who were watching in the arena and on television. She seemed to know her father lived on in this music, in these words, in the millions who loved him, in the "We" that included everyone of every color.

That was followed by another song and words from Jackson's brother Marlon. Then came the moment when Janet Jackson lowered the microphone.

And brave young Paris spoke those first public words that would have meant more to her father than anything.

Words whose very truth gave her the courage to speak them. Words that told us who her father really was and maybe why he still touched so many everywhere.

DesireeNevermind said:

He said WHAT!?! ARRRRRGH!

Just when you think you know everything, you get thrown a motherfucking curve ball!

Just who the fuck are these people and what was Michael doing with them?!

asg said:

That's because he purchased it. Are you implying his children have purchased noses?

Abdul said:

Phil's like "I'm here! " I love that about Phil. He just seems to be "there", you know?