En la edición del mes de marzo de esta revista han sacado un artículo referente a la entrevista que Bashir le hizo a Michael.
Rocking My Life Away
Train wreck or not, Michael Jackson is off track
When people tune into a special about Michael Jackson, as tens of millions of people have lately, what do they want to see?
A friend asked me that question the other day, and I was surprised at how difficult it is to answer. Do people want to see him vindicated somehow? Do they want to learn definitively that, yes, indeed he has had surgery on his face fifty times, as one publicity-hungry surgeon speculated on network TV? Do they want to know for certain that, yes, he has had sex with children, or that, no, he absolutely hasn't? That he's broke, or that he's profligate? Or do they just want to hear more tales about Wacko Jacko?
Personally I don't subscribe to the "train wreck" theory for the ongoing fascination with Jackson -- that while it's hard to look at him, it's impossible to look away. Train wrecks don't last twenty years, and that's just about how long Michael Jackson has been one of the biggest stories in the entertainment world. As everyone knows, he no longer sells records at anything remotely like the blockbuster rate he once did? So why do people still care?
For whatever it's worth, I do not believe that Jackson is a pedophile, just as I do not believe Pete Townshend is. That issue, of course, has become so sensationalized of late that it's impossible to discuss rationally. And it's not that I don't think there's something pathological about his obsession with children. But if you take the literal definition of the term -- an adult who has sex with children -- I don't think that's what Michael Jackson is about at all.
Nor do I care how many times he's had plastic surgery, or whether he's lying about it, as he probably is. It's basely hypocritical for all those broadcast journalists for whom plastic surgery is a routine part of the job to tut-tut about Jackson's unwillingness to detail the extent of his own remaking of himself. Rather than lie, Jackson should simply say it's none of their business and be done with it.
Finally, I took perverse pleasure in Jackson's release of the footage of Martin Bashir wildly flattering him and assuring him that, unlike all those other nasty reporters, he certainly was not going to portray him as a dangerous weirdo. Every journalist has had that creepy feeling of knowing that they're being nice to someone they're going to skewer. But that doesn't mean it isn't fair to turn the tables around and reveal just how fawning Bashir had to be to gain all the access -- and trust -- that Jackson gave him.
In a lot of ways, the Michael Jackson story is like the story of the Beatles -- people keep returning to it to see if the fairy tale's unhappy ending can be undone and somehow righted. He's been a punch line for so many years now that it's hard to remember what a beloved figure he had been, but that reality underlies all the interest in him over the past few months.
When the Jackson 5 burst on the scene, Michael was like everybody's lovable kid brother -- entertaining the family with his hilarious pimp wear and explosive James Brown and Jackie Wilson moves. When he became a superstar with Off the Wall and Thriller, everyone felt what can only be described as a kind of pride in his success. It was like we all had raised him and he had turned out to be more talented and appealing that we had even dreamed.
But that's when the problems started. Instead of proceeding down the road to adulthood, Jackson disappeared into the hall of mirrors of his own fantasies, childhood resentments and megalomaniac delusions of omnipotence. Even as Michael's father was beating him when he was a boy, he and everyone else around realized how dependent they all were on Michael's incandescent star power. When his solo fame came, it was as if Michael finally got his opportunity for revenge.
Endlessly reliving the childhood he missed at Neverland is the least of it. Michael came to see his own life as one of the performances that gave him power over his family -- and over the world. Both physically and in the air of mystery he cultivated, he reinvented himself as one of the celebrity grand dames -- Elizabeth Taylor, Liza Minelli, Diana Ross -- whom he most admired. If he were a workhorse as a child, now no whim of his would ever be denied. He would remake himself as an epicene Peter Pan and force the world to deal with it.
And, dark as it has become, the fairy tale continues. I don't know what Michael Jackson would have to do at this point to revitalize his musical career. He's still a huge star in much of the rest of the world, and he's made so much money already that we won't ever have to do a benefit in his behalf. But he has imprisoned himself so completely in his own private world that he may have nothing left to say musically to anyone else.
That's sad, because Michael Jackson was a giant, an innovator, one of the greatest performers in the history of popular music. I would like to believe that it's the hope -- against hope -- that he could find that vision again that compels people to keep tuning into the Michael Jackson story. Perhaps all the lunacy could be explained away, and we could have Michael Jackson back.
But that isn't going to happen. If it's not a train wreck, it's the story of a young genius who got lost in his own inner world, and is likely never to be found again.
ANTHONY DECURTIS
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Fuente :
http://www.rollingstone.com
Alguna alma caritativa que traduzca,yo lo hice pero solo yo me entendi 8Ð .
Lo que no me gusto fue el titulito del artículo ¬_¬
Saludos JJ23:mosca:
Rocking My Life Away
Train wreck or not, Michael Jackson is off track
When people tune into a special about Michael Jackson, as tens of millions of people have lately, what do they want to see?
A friend asked me that question the other day, and I was surprised at how difficult it is to answer. Do people want to see him vindicated somehow? Do they want to learn definitively that, yes, indeed he has had surgery on his face fifty times, as one publicity-hungry surgeon speculated on network TV? Do they want to know for certain that, yes, he has had sex with children, or that, no, he absolutely hasn't? That he's broke, or that he's profligate? Or do they just want to hear more tales about Wacko Jacko?
Personally I don't subscribe to the "train wreck" theory for the ongoing fascination with Jackson -- that while it's hard to look at him, it's impossible to look away. Train wrecks don't last twenty years, and that's just about how long Michael Jackson has been one of the biggest stories in the entertainment world. As everyone knows, he no longer sells records at anything remotely like the blockbuster rate he once did? So why do people still care?
For whatever it's worth, I do not believe that Jackson is a pedophile, just as I do not believe Pete Townshend is. That issue, of course, has become so sensationalized of late that it's impossible to discuss rationally. And it's not that I don't think there's something pathological about his obsession with children. But if you take the literal definition of the term -- an adult who has sex with children -- I don't think that's what Michael Jackson is about at all.
Nor do I care how many times he's had plastic surgery, or whether he's lying about it, as he probably is. It's basely hypocritical for all those broadcast journalists for whom plastic surgery is a routine part of the job to tut-tut about Jackson's unwillingness to detail the extent of his own remaking of himself. Rather than lie, Jackson should simply say it's none of their business and be done with it.
Finally, I took perverse pleasure in Jackson's release of the footage of Martin Bashir wildly flattering him and assuring him that, unlike all those other nasty reporters, he certainly was not going to portray him as a dangerous weirdo. Every journalist has had that creepy feeling of knowing that they're being nice to someone they're going to skewer. But that doesn't mean it isn't fair to turn the tables around and reveal just how fawning Bashir had to be to gain all the access -- and trust -- that Jackson gave him.
In a lot of ways, the Michael Jackson story is like the story of the Beatles -- people keep returning to it to see if the fairy tale's unhappy ending can be undone and somehow righted. He's been a punch line for so many years now that it's hard to remember what a beloved figure he had been, but that reality underlies all the interest in him over the past few months.
When the Jackson 5 burst on the scene, Michael was like everybody's lovable kid brother -- entertaining the family with his hilarious pimp wear and explosive James Brown and Jackie Wilson moves. When he became a superstar with Off the Wall and Thriller, everyone felt what can only be described as a kind of pride in his success. It was like we all had raised him and he had turned out to be more talented and appealing that we had even dreamed.
But that's when the problems started. Instead of proceeding down the road to adulthood, Jackson disappeared into the hall of mirrors of his own fantasies, childhood resentments and megalomaniac delusions of omnipotence. Even as Michael's father was beating him when he was a boy, he and everyone else around realized how dependent they all were on Michael's incandescent star power. When his solo fame came, it was as if Michael finally got his opportunity for revenge.
Endlessly reliving the childhood he missed at Neverland is the least of it. Michael came to see his own life as one of the performances that gave him power over his family -- and over the world. Both physically and in the air of mystery he cultivated, he reinvented himself as one of the celebrity grand dames -- Elizabeth Taylor, Liza Minelli, Diana Ross -- whom he most admired. If he were a workhorse as a child, now no whim of his would ever be denied. He would remake himself as an epicene Peter Pan and force the world to deal with it.
And, dark as it has become, the fairy tale continues. I don't know what Michael Jackson would have to do at this point to revitalize his musical career. He's still a huge star in much of the rest of the world, and he's made so much money already that we won't ever have to do a benefit in his behalf. But he has imprisoned himself so completely in his own private world that he may have nothing left to say musically to anyone else.
That's sad, because Michael Jackson was a giant, an innovator, one of the greatest performers in the history of popular music. I would like to believe that it's the hope -- against hope -- that he could find that vision again that compels people to keep tuning into the Michael Jackson story. Perhaps all the lunacy could be explained away, and we could have Michael Jackson back.
But that isn't going to happen. If it's not a train wreck, it's the story of a young genius who got lost in his own inner world, and is likely never to be found again.
ANTHONY DECURTIS
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Fuente :
http://www.rollingstone.com
Alguna alma caritativa que traduzca,yo lo hice pero solo yo me entendi 8Ð .Lo que no me gusto fue el titulito del artículo ¬_¬
Saludos JJ23:mosca:
