Michael Jackson #57 - The Insane MJ-Fan Asylum

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Op zaterdag 18 juli 2009 02:55 schreef ElizabethR het volgende:

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Je bent in ieder geval wel consequent in je spelfouten, dit is al de 2e keer
Het is clips, niet clib,s

_{En sorry dat ik het even aanhaal, maar het staat een beetje raar zoals jij het schrijft.}

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Op zaterdag 18 juli 2009 03:06 schreef bamby het volgende:

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Nee hoor geen probleem. Je hebt gelijk las even terug gooi het maar op slaap gebrek ben niet zo,n nachtbraker

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Op zaterdag 18 juli 2009 02:58 schreef Moonwalk het volgende:

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truste !!

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Op zaterdag 18 juli 2009 08:17 schreef Sideshowbobbie het volgende:
Ik denk even terug te lezen in dit topic. Alleen 80% bestaat uit bagger

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Op zaterdag 18 juli 2009 08:32 schreef Isegrim het volgende:
Was deze hier al eens gepost?

http://www.dumpert.nl/med(...)_fan_wordt_boos.html

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Op zaterdag 18 juli 2009 08:45 schreef Robijn1961 het volgende:

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Nou nog erger: ze hebben het zelfs al over je als je er niet bij bent

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Op zaterdag 18 juli 2009 09:09 schreef tass het volgende:

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Robijn, ze kunnen beter over je lullen als van je vreten is een bekend spreekwoord

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Jackson Doc Declines to Chat with Cops
Posted Jul 18th 2009 3:00AM by TMZ Staff

We've learned Dr. Conrad Murray canceled an interview with the LAPD.

As we have already reported, the LAPD is treating Michael Jackson's death as a homicide. Detectives have their sights set on Murray, as the person who may have administered the drug Propofol, which we're told is the primary cause of Jackson's death.

We're told the LAPD planned a third interview with Dr. Murray earlier in the week -- the doctor was interviewed the day Jackson died and again two days later.

Reps from the L.A. County Coroner's office planned to attend the third interview, but we're told Dr. Murray's lawyer called and said the doctor would not be speaking to the cops at this time.

And here's the best part. Our sources say the cops called the lawyer back and they were referred to the lawyer's lawyer who said Dr. Murray's lawyer would not be speaking to them!

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In the gritty, haunting "Morphine," Jackson tackles a subject he never had before: drug addiction. To a relentless, industrial funk beat, the singer lashes out in visceral bursts of anger, aggression, and pain. "Is truth a game daddy," he screams out at one point. "To win the fame baby/It's all the same baby/You're so reliable." The rage and disappointment, combined with its ear-assaulting sound (music critic Tom Sinclair described it as "alternating Trent Reznor-style sturm und clang with Bacharachian orchestral pomp"), make for a jarring listening experience, particularly for those accustomed to the breezier melodic pop of Off the Wall and Thriller (though it should be noted that songs like "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'" and "Billie Jean" were already beginning to uncover the complexity, paranoia and pain represented in these later tracks). But "Morphine" is best viewed as an experiment -- both sonically and lyrically -- in representing the experience of physical/psychological pain as well as its temporary release via narcotic pain relievers like demerol and morphine (both of which Jackson has been reportedly addicted to, on and off, since the early Nineties).

This experience is also brilliantly conveyed in the song's form: About mid-way through the track, the grating beat subsides, symbolically representing the pacifying effect of the drug. "Relax, this won't hurt you," Jackson sings soothingly from the perspective of the drug.

[Click here and scroll down to "Morphine" to listen. The interlude begins at approximately the 2:48 mark]

Before I put it in
Close your eyes and count to ten
Don't cry
I won't convert you
There's no need to dismay
Close your eyes and drift away

Demerol
Demerol
Oh God he's taking demerol
Demerol
Demerol
Oh God he's taking demerol

He's tried
Hard to convince her
To be over what he had
Today he wants it twice as bad
Don't cry
I won't resent you
Yesterday you had his trust
Today he's taking twice as much

Demerol
Demerol
Oh God he's taking demerol
Demerol
Demerol
Oh God he's taking demerol

These verses are perhaps some of the most poignant (and tragic) Jackson has ever sung. Beyond the literalness of the drug itself is Jackson's persistent yearning to escape from pain, loneliness, confusion, and relentless pressure. In this brief interlude he beautifully conveys the soothing, seductive, but temporary release from reality. There is a sense of pleading, of desperation, before the high abruptly ends, and the listener is slammed back into the harsh world of accusations and anguish. Sputnik Music described this musical sequence as a "moment of absolute genius." The song, written and composed entirely by Jackson, is one of his most experimental and brilliant creations. It is a confession, a personal intervention, a witness, and a warning.

[Note: This analysis of "Morphine" was written before Michael Jackson's death. It becomes all the more tragic given reports that narcotics like demerol and morphine may have contributed to his passing.]

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The tracks on Off The Wall have an easy disco swagger, which Michael embodies in his dance steps and his grin. The smile may well have been forced, but it doesn't look as if it was. Jackson was at least capable of convincingly simulating (en)joy(ment) at this point. Off The Wall, accordingly, is his masterpiece, the LP-pinnacle of disco, disco as theology, the songs secular hymns to divine disco itself, the impersonal 'force', the inhuman drive, that makes life living but has nothing to do with the vital. Jackson would make better tracks - or one better track, of which more shortly - but none of the LPs, including the largely anodyne Thriller, get even close to Off The Wall. It's a seducer's diary, sung by someone who has himself been ravished, who has given up everything for dance.

"Don't Stop Till You Get Enough" practically leads you by the hand to the dancefloor, the milky-way swirl of the strings sweeping you up, the deliquescing delight ("I'm melting") of Michael's enraptured falsetto gently undoing any resistant character armour. It's a love song to dance itself, just like "Rock With You", which similarly sees the whole universe in a disco mirrorball. "Rock With You" manages the amazing feat of simultaneously bring a tear to the eye and a shuffle to your feet. Jackson comes on as benevolent disco-svengali so he can seduce the listener-girl that the song turns us all into: "Girl, close your eyes/ Let That rhythm get into you/ don't try to fight it" - and who would want to fight it? Listen to the way that the synths and strings suggest starlight seen by starstruck lover's eyes. Is there any record which better captures the cosmic vertigo of falling in love than "Rock With You"? That headlong synaesthetic rush in which music, dancing and love feed each other in a reflexive virtuous circle which, even though it seems miraculous, unbelievable, ("girl, when you dance/ there's a magic that must be love"), at the same time seems like it couldn't possibly end ("And when the groove is dead and gone/ you know that love survives/ and we can rock forever"- ? This was Soul to sell your soul for. No wonder that Green Gartside sacrificed the whole of his avant-garde self in order to sound like this. And if you asked me to choose between Off The Wall and the entire back catalogue of the Sex Pistols and the Beatles, there would be no contest. I respect The Beatles and the Pistols, but they had already calcified into newsreel-heritage before I even took heed of them; whereas Off The Wall is still vivid, irresistible, sumptuous, teeming with technicolour detail.

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Op zaterdag 18 juli 2009 01:35 schreef MissBliss het volgende:

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Het was omdat ik een prinsessenjurk wilde. En die andere foto's waren dus omdat ik als bruid op de foto wilde (ja, ik was 5 ofzo )
Dus mja, als dat kennelijk ziek is

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Op zaterdag 18 juli 2009 01:37 schreef Loedertje het volgende:

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Vast
Welke idioot prikt er in zijn scheenbeen? Niemand..
Zal eerder een gevolg van stoten of een valpartij zijn geweest met een zeer slecht genezende wond (of een infectie door een ingegroeide haar o.i.d.)

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Op zaterdag 18 juli 2009 @ 10:56 schreef Duderella het volgende:

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Jemig, of je leest even goed. Of bekijkt de foto's even.

Dan snap je het verschil.