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Das ist auch eine Erinnerung aus dem Buch von Mama Jackson

Anjelica Huston

Ich traf Michael am ersten Probentag und war total erstaunt-auch wenn ich sein Image offensichtlich sehr gut
kannte- darüber wie süß und wie bescheiden und wie unschuldig er war. Und auch zart. Ich hatte das Gefühl, er
sei sehr zerbrechlich. Aber dann passierte es, als er anfing zu arbeiten: dein Herz schlug schneller und sämtliche
Haare auf deinen Armen und in deinem Genick stellten sich hoch, wenn er dir buchstäblich den Atem nahm. Ich
denke, er war der elektrifizierendste Performer, den ich je sah.
Ich glaube, es war sehr schwierig für Michael, Ärger auszudrücken. Er war, das muss ich sagen, der höflichste
Mensch, den ich je in meinem Leben getroffen habe. Ich habe Michael niemals ein Schimpfwort sagen hören,
selbst nicht, wenn er sauer war. Er hatte die wunderbarsten Manieren. Und ich glaube die Musik war für ihn der
einzige Weg, in der er grenzenlos seine Leidenschaft ausleben konnte. Es war immens. Er war in Flammen als
Performer- ich habe niemals so ein Talent gesehen. Ich glaube, da war wirklich sehr viel „Jenseitiges“ in Michael.
Er hatte dieses Talent, das ich nie zuvor traf und ich habe eine Menge außergewöhnliche Menschen performen
gesehen. Ich glaube, er wurde sehr missverstanden. Ich habe die Vorwürfe und Anschuldigungen niemals
geglaubt, die gegen ihn gemacht wurden. Wir trafen uns vor einem Monat zum Essen und wir sprachen über seine
Qual. Er hatte wirklich das Gefühl durch die Mangel gedreht zu werden. Er sagte, sie wollten Blut sehen. Er tat mir
so leid und ich fühlte, dass ihm tatsächlich das Herz gebrochen worden war, mit allem was geschehen war. Er war
ein Meteor : Seine Flamme brannte unfassbar hell und nicht lange genug aber beeindruckend.

Originaltext:http://www.time.com/time/specials/pa...907499,00.html
Deutsche Übersetzung: achildsbliss

Mmmh, das steht da aber jetzt komisch da, weiß nicht woran es liegt.

Billie , wie soll ich die denn übersetzen, wenn doch doch kein englisch kann, ausser ein bißchen, was ich in der Schule mal vor zig 1000 Jahren gelernt habe

Das macht für mich immer mein Dolmetscherlein, die liebe Achildsbliss und da sie von euch so eingespannt wurde, ist sie zur Zeit ziemlich überansprucht , aber es wird wieder

Michael Jackson during his highschool days at Montclair Prep School in Van Nuys, California...

In Photos: (Left- source: Christie's Auction) Michael and his classmates (right- source: Seth Poppel Year Book Library) Michael's Year Book Photo

'He was a super kid'

Sun Media's Parent goes back to Michael Jackson's school

VAN NUYS, CALIFORNIA -- A gated private school hidden far from the view of the paparazzi. It was here, on the campus of the Montclair College Preparatory School, that Michael Jackson had a fleeting glimpse of the life of a normal teenager.

Montclair Prep, as it is known, is nestled in the San Fernando Valley in the middle of nowhere. From the outside, the school could be mistaken for a bunker. Visitors have to speak through an intercom before being let in. Once inside, it's like being transported into an episode of Beverly Hills 90210.

Founded in 1953, the school has 400 students and has welcomed many children of the rich and famous. Cher fooled around with Sonny in the schoolyard here. Frank Sinatra Jr., Aaron Spelling's kids and those of Berry Gordy, the father of the Motown label, all went to Montclair. Sylvester Stallone's son (with his ever-present bodyguards) and Nicole Richie are all recent alumni.

However, their most famous student remains Michael Jackson. He came to the school when he was 14 and stayed two years (9th and 10th grade). His parents wanted him to have some semblance of a normal life. Tuition cost $5,000 back then and will set you back $16,000 today.

Jackson was already a star then, but he didn't let it show.

"He was a super kid," said the school's principal, Mark Simpson. "He was always making jokes; he wanted to be like everyone else. He seemed happy back then. As soon as he left the school walls he went back to being the superstar."

The young Jackson was a very good student, very curious and popular with the girls. He would even treat the school to some dance moves now and then.

"Michael wore a uniform like all the students, but we gave him a bit of freedom. He could have long hair," Simpson said.

The singer was constantly surrounded by his bodyguards, except while he was in class. "Every morning he was dropped off an hour before the start of classes by a chauffeur," Simpson said while looking through the 1973 yearbook. "He would go and see his friend Jon Blosdale, who would finish his homework at the last minute in his car. Sometimes he had to chase Michael away because he would push all the buttons and ask too many questions."

The yearbook shows a smiling Jackson with his famous afro mingling with the other students. A far different person than the one he would eventually become. So what happened?

"I think in all his life Michael never had a childhood. It looks like he tried to recreate a childhood for himself," Simpson said.

He would be picked up every day after dinner to go rehearse with the Jackson 5.

"His father Joe Jackson was very strict -- he didn't give him any leeway," Simpson noted. "One day, Michael got in Trouble, not a big thing, but Joe Jackson came to the office furious and started yelling at him. You could see that Michael was very intimidated by his father. My uncle (who was the principal then) had to intervene to calm things down."

But Jackson was very close to his mother Katherine. "He idolized her. She was the saint."

By MARIE-JOELLE PARENT
Quelle:twitpic

Michael Jackson during his highschool days at Montclair Prep School in Van Nuys, California...

In Photos: (Left- source: Christie's Auction) Michael and his classmates (right- source: Seth Poppel Year Book Library) Michael's Year Book Photo

'He was a super kid'

Sun Media's Parent goes back to Michael Jackson's school

VAN NUYS, CALIFORNIA -- A gated private school hidden far from the view of the paparazzi. It was here, on the campus of the Montclair College Preparatory School, that Michael Jackson had a fleeting glimpse of the life of a normal teenager.

Montclair Prep, as it is known, is nestled in the San Fernando Valley in the middle of nowhere. From the outside, the school could be mistaken for a bunker. Visitors have to speak through an intercom before being let in. Once inside, it's like being transported into an episode of Beverly Hills 90210.

Founded in 1953, the school has 400 students and has welcomed many children of the rich and famous. Cher fooled around with Sonny in the schoolyard here. Frank Sinatra Jr., Aaron Spelling's kids and those of Berry Gordy, the father of the Motown label, all went to Montclair. Sylvester Stallone's son (with his ever-present bodyguards) and Nicole Richie are all recent alumni.

However, their most famous student remains Michael Jackson. He came to the school when he was 14 and stayed two years (9th and 10th grade). His parents wanted him to have some semblance of a normal life. Tuition cost $5,000 back then and will set you back $16,000 today.

Jackson was already a star then, but he didn't let it show.

"He was a super kid," said the school's principal, Mark Simpson. "He was always making jokes; he wanted to be like everyone else. He seemed happy back then. As soon as he left the school walls he went back to being the superstar."

The young Jackson was a very good student, very curious and popular with the girls. He would even treat the school to some dance moves now and then.

"Michael wore a uniform like all the students, but we gave him a bit of freedom. He could have long hair," Simpson said.

The singer was constantly surrounded by his bodyguards, except while he was in class. "Every morning he was dropped off an hour before the start of classes by a chauffeur," Simpson said while looking through the 1973 yearbook. "He would go and see his friend Jon Blosdale, who would finish his homework at the last minute in his car. Sometimes he had to chase Michael away because he would push all the buttons and ask too many questions."

The yearbook shows a smiling Jackson with his famous afro mingling with the other students. A far different person than the one he would eventually become. So what happened?

"I think in all his life Michael never had a childhood. It looks like he tried to recreate a childhood for himself," Simpson said.

He would be picked up every day after dinner to go rehearse with the Jackson 5.

"His father Joe Jackson was very strict -- he didn't give him any leeway," Simpson noted. "One day, Michael got in Trouble, not a big thing, but Joe Jackson came to the office furious and started yelling at him. You could see that Michael was very intimidated by his father. My uncle (who was the principal then) had to intervene to calm things down."

But Jackson was very close to his mother Katherine. "He idolized her. She was the saint."

By MARIE-JOELLE PARENT
Quelle:twitpic

By SAMARA SODOS

As a DJ at radio stations across the country for decades, Jon Anthony has collected a music hall of fame of photos which he plastered on the walls of his Valrico home office. There's Rick Springfield, 'NSync, Toby Keith and Bobby Brown.

But there's one picture more precious than all the others.

"If my house were to catch on fire, I would grab my wife, my son and that picture of Michael Jackson, and we would hit the door," Anthony said. "That's how big that picture is to me."

Anthony had lunch with Jackson in 1981. He spent an hour and a half with the pop star, who was cutting tracks for the album "Thriller" at a Nashville studio next door.

He met Jackson after he was called over by a record executive pal who noticed Jackson outside the studio. The two men approached Jackson and asked him if he'd like to join them for lunch in the record exec's office.

Anthony calls it an experience he will never forget. He says the three of them ordered sub sandwiches and talked about everyday topics like sports and the weather. They were trying to steer away from subjects like celebrity that might make Jackson feel uncomfortable.

"I could not believe how friendly he was, how nice he was, and how relaxed he was, "Anthony said. "It was almost like he had escaped out of that world that he was so used to and got to come into the real world with some real people and eat a sub sandwich."

The photo of Anthony and Jackson was snapped before their lunch. "I didn't realize I was going to be having my picture made with one of the biggest entertainers in the world!"

Anthony, now 54, ended up in Tampa Bay when his career led him to a radio job here. Since then he's met more famous people, and more photos have filled up spaces on his walls. But when it comes to celebrities, he will always regard the Michael Jackson photo as his most valuable item.

Jackson's sudden death was a real punch in the gut to Anthony. "We have lost the greatest entertainer of all time, end of story. "

Anthony watched the televised memorial for Jackson and said it was a fitting, tasteful tribute for pop royalty.

Anthony says there's only one thing left to say now, even for a former DJ.

"Rest in peace, King."
__________________
Quelle:twitpic

By SAMARA SODOS

As a DJ at radio stations across the country for decades, Jon Anthony has collected a music hall of fame of photos which he plastered on the walls of his Valrico home office. There's Rick Springfield, 'NSync, Toby Keith and Bobby Brown.

But there's one picture more precious than all the others.

"If my house were to catch on fire, I would grab my wife, my son and that picture of Michael Jackson, and we would hit the door," Anthony said. "That's how big that picture is to me."

Anthony had lunch with Jackson in 1981. He spent an hour and a half with the pop star, who was cutting tracks for the album "Thriller" at a Nashville studio next door.

He met Jackson after he was called over by a record executive pal who noticed Jackson outside the studio. The two men approached Jackson and asked him if he'd like to join them for lunch in the record exec's office.

Anthony calls it an experience he will never forget. He says the three of them ordered sub sandwiches and talked about everyday topics like sports and the weather. They were trying to steer away from subjects like celebrity that might make Jackson feel uncomfortable.

"I could not believe how friendly he was, how nice he was, and how relaxed he was, "Anthony said. "It was almost like he had escaped out of that world that he was so used to and got to come into the real world with some real people and eat a sub sandwich."

The photo of Anthony and Jackson was snapped before their lunch. "I didn't realize I was going to be having my picture made with one of the biggest entertainers in the world!"

Anthony, now 54, ended up in Tampa Bay when his career led him to a radio job here. Since then he's met more famous people, and more photos have filled up spaces on his walls. But when it comes to celebrities, he will always regard the Michael Jackson photo as his most valuable item.

Jackson's sudden death was a real punch in the gut to Anthony. "We have lost the greatest entertainer of all time, end of story. "

Anthony watched the televised memorial for Jackson and said it was a fitting, tasteful tribute for pop royalty.

Anthony says there's only one thing left to say now, even for a former DJ.

"Rest in peace, King."
__________________
Quelle:twitpic

Erinnerung an Michael von Todd Gray

Michael zeigte mir sein neulich fertiggestelltes Privattheater, komplett mit Plüschsitzen aus rotem Samt.
Ich dachte, sein blauer Pullover würde das Tiefrot gut ergänzen und bat ihn, Platz zu nehmen und so zu tun,
als ob er einen Film sehe. ''Welchen Film?'' fragte er. Ich sagte: ''Das spielt keine Rolle. Jeder Film tut's''
Doch Michael bestand darauf: ''Todd, du musst mir schon sagen welchen Film ich schaue,
wenn du eine Reaktion von mir erwartest.''
''Ok, wie wäre es mit einer Charlie Chaplin Komödie?'' schlug ich vor. ''Welche?'' fragte Michael.
''Es gibt so viele, weißt du.'' Ich hatte eine Aussetzer, zum Glück rief mein Assisten ''Modern Times.''
Michael antwortete; ''Ok, welcher Teil?'' Verärgert sagte ich: ''Michael, es ist eine Komödie, lach einfach!''
Es war schon spät und wir alle waren müde und leicht gereizt, aber Michael hatte seinen Spaß damit.
''Nun'', begann er, ''wenn du mich zum lachen bringen willst, musst du mir einen Witz erzählen.
Aber du sagtest, ich soll so tun, als würde ich einen Film schauen. Was möchtest du denn jetzt?''
Schließlich gab ich auf und machte ein lächerliches Clownsgesicht, das ihn zum lachen brachte.

Quelle: twitpic, hatte ich in einem anderen Forum gepostet und Achildliss oder 'Musikbutterfly hatten es übersetzt

Erinnerung an Michael von Todd Gray

Michael zeigte mir sein neulich fertiggestelltes Privattheater, komplett mit Plüschsitzen aus rotem Samt.
Ich dachte, sein blauer Pullover würde das Tiefrot gut ergänzen und bat ihn, Platz zu nehmen und so zu tun,
als ob er einen Film sehe. ''Welchen Film?'' fragte er. Ich sagte: ''Das spielt keine Rolle. Jeder Film tut's''
Doch Michael bestand darauf: ''Todd, du musst mir schon sagen welchen Film ich schaue,
wenn du eine Reaktion von mir erwartest.''
''Ok, wie wäre es mit einer Charlie Chaplin Komödie?'' schlug ich vor. ''Welche?'' fragte Michael.
''Es gibt so viele, weißt du.'' Ich hatte eine Aussetzer, zum Glück rief mein Assisten ''Modern Times.''
Michael antwortete; ''Ok, welcher Teil?'' Verärgert sagte ich: ''Michael, es ist eine Komödie, lach einfach!''
Es war schon spät und wir alle waren müde und leicht gereizt, aber Michael hatte seinen Spaß damit.
''Nun'', begann er, ''wenn du mich zum lachen bringen willst, musst du mir einen Witz erzählen.
Aber du sagtest, ich soll so tun, als würde ich einen Film schauen. Was möchtest du denn jetzt?''
Schließlich gab ich auf und machte ein lächerliches Clownsgesicht, das ihn zum lachen brachte.

Quelle: twitpic, hatte ich in einem anderen Forum gepostet und Achildliss oder 'Musikbutterfly hatten es übersetzt

Michael Jackson's Make-Up Artist for "The Wiz" recalls memorable experiences with Michael on and off the set.

In Photos: From the movie "The Wiz" Michael played the role of The Scarecrow (Left); Michael's sketch (right)

By: Michael R. Thomas

Every morning I began Michael’s make-up by applying a bald cap to keep his hair, which was in very small braids, in place. Next I would apply the foam-latex pieces: a forehead piece, two cheek pieces, a nose piece (which was supposed to look like a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup wrapper), a chin piece and a neck ruffle. They went on in the morning and had to be maintained during the day.

Because the Scarecrow was a very cartoon-y character, Michael made lots of exaggerated facial expressions to bring the Scarecrow to life. The facial calisthenics looked great, but they also loosened the foam-latex pieces, so I would have to re-glue and re-paint the make-up. To remove the make-up at the end of the day, I would stand behind Michael, lift the back of the bald cap and peel it up over his head. The cap and the foam-latex appliances would come off pretty much all in one piece.

But then I’d duck down behind his chair so he couldn't see my reflection in the mirror, put the make-up (which now looked like a spooky mask) on my hand, slowly raise it up behind his head and jiggle it, going, “OOODLE-OOODLE-DOOODLE-DE-OOOOHHH!” He would laugh like crazy, as if it were one of the funniest things he'd ever seen. I really enjoyed his childlike sense of humor; I could say or do any dumb thing and it would get a big laugh. I would then remove the remainder of his make-up, glue and adhesives and that would be it. We’d go home and get ready for the next day's shooting.

When we were talking one day, I told Michael that when I was a little boy, I taught myself how to draw, which was pretty much the beginning of my becoming a make-up artist. He asked to see an example. I took a pen and drew a quick sketch of the Frankenstein monster. He liked it. He said that he and his brothers and sisters sometimes played a game to fight boredom: One of them would draw a few abstract lines on a piece of paper, give it to another sibling and say, “OK, now make a fire engine out of this, or a tree,” etc. and the other sibling had to complete the drawing in a certain amount of time.

When I played the game with Michael, I tried to trick him by drawing a few curvy lines that I felt did not suggest a cat. As far as I was concerned, these curvy lines looked nothing like a cat. So I said, “Go ahead, make a cat out of these lines!” And within 30 seconds he had drawn a cat. Not as I would have pictured one, standing on all fours, but a pussycat curled up asleep.

Then he made a couple new drawings on the spot, and I kept them with his blessing. One of the drawings was of a man’s face. It’s pretty sketchy and kind of impressionistic. (photo on the right)

There's a phenomenon that frequently occurs when a make-up artist and an actor work together: instant intimacy. Make-up artists and hairstylists are kind of like psychiatrists or bartenders. You’re in the same room, physically close for hours at a time, sometimes for many days. Because people usually have the urge to talk, the subject matter often changes from chitchat to some very serious subjects. And though the two of us were only together to work on a movie, we got to know each other pretty well.

I asked Michael over for dinner one night. We had to keep quiet about it, because if anybody found out, word would spread like wildfire. It was 1978 and at age 19, Michael was already well-known around the world. So he came over to our apartment in Bergenfield, New Jersey with his armed bodyguard, Spence. Dinner was Cornish game hens and, by Michael’s request, Stove Top Stuffing, which he said the folks in his home town of Gary, Indiana referred to as “dressin’.”

We had a great time that night. Because I play guitar a little, I showed him how to play some easy chords on my acoustic guitar. He had always admired people who could play musical instruments and had often fantasized about being the lead guitarist in a rock band.

At that time, the comedian Robert Klein had made an appearance on Saturday Night Live; he came out with a harmonica, gave the band the downbeat by stomping his foot, and cried, “Lemme hear some blues!” The band struck up the introduction to a blues number and he began playing the harmonica with them, stomping his feet, leg pumping in time. After the opening 16 bars, he pulled the harmonica from his lips and, foot still stomping, sang, “I can't stop my leg, little darlin’.. I can't stop my leg, little guurrl!” Well, Michael got a big kick out of this. So while I played a blues chord progression on my guitar, Michael stomped his foot and sang, “I can’t stop my leg!” At one point while he was singing, he said, "Now listen to me, people” and I broke up because he was really getting into it.

So I got to know the great Michael Jackson a little. He told me once that whatever he happened to be doing—working on a movie, cutting a record, appearing live on stage—it was the most important thing in his entire life while he was doing it. It really showed. No matter what he was doing, his talent spoke—and sang, and danced—for itself.

Michael was a very special person whose life was a combination of extremes. He enjoyed normal, down-to-earth things, but he also earned lifetime membership to a very exclusive club. His talent, tempered by lifelong discipline, reached the hearts of countless admirers and reshaped music For all Time. He was denied his childhood; I think he spent the rest of his adult life trying to live it for the first time. He was a big kid!

Note: Michael's Make Up Artist for the Wiz, Michael R. Thomas also died in 2010 (2 months apart) RIP.

Quelle:http://www.heeheeshamone.com/h…o-michaels-2009/#more-298

Michael Jackson's Make-Up Artist for "The Wiz" recalls memorable experiences with Michael on and off the set.

In Photos: From the movie "The Wiz" Michael played the role of The Scarecrow (Left); Michael's sketch (right)

By: Michael R. Thomas

Every morning I began Michael’s make-up by applying a bald cap to keep his hair, which was in very small braids, in place. Next I would apply the foam-latex pieces: a forehead piece, two cheek pieces, a nose piece (which was supposed to look like a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup wrapper), a chin piece and a neck ruffle. They went on in the morning and had to be maintained during the day.

Because the Scarecrow was a very cartoon-y character, Michael made lots of exaggerated facial expressions to bring the Scarecrow to life. The facial calisthenics looked great, but they also loosened the foam-latex pieces, so I would have to re-glue and re-paint the make-up. To remove the make-up at the end of the day, I would stand behind Michael, lift the back of the bald cap and peel it up over his head. The cap and the foam-latex appliances would come off pretty much all in one piece.

But then I’d duck down behind his chair so he couldn't see my reflection in the mirror, put the make-up (which now looked like a spooky mask) on my hand, slowly raise it up behind his head and jiggle it, going, “OOODLE-OOODLE-DOOODLE-DE-OOOOHHH!” He would laugh like crazy, as if it were one of the funniest things he'd ever seen. I really enjoyed his childlike sense of humor; I could say or do any dumb thing and it would get a big laugh. I would then remove the remainder of his make-up, glue and adhesives and that would be it. We’d go home and get ready for the next day's shooting.

When we were talking one day, I told Michael that when I was a little boy, I taught myself how to draw, which was pretty much the beginning of my becoming a make-up artist. He asked to see an example. I took a pen and drew a quick sketch of the Frankenstein monster. He liked it. He said that he and his brothers and sisters sometimes played a game to fight boredom: One of them would draw a few abstract lines on a piece of paper, give it to another sibling and say, “OK, now make a fire engine out of this, or a tree,” etc. and the other sibling had to complete the drawing in a certain amount of time.

When I played the game with Michael, I tried to trick him by drawing a few curvy lines that I felt did not suggest a cat. As far as I was concerned, these curvy lines looked nothing like a cat. So I said, “Go ahead, make a cat out of these lines!” And within 30 seconds he had drawn a cat. Not as I would have pictured one, standing on all fours, but a pussycat curled up asleep.

Then he made a couple new drawings on the spot, and I kept them with his blessing. One of the drawings was of a man’s face. It’s pretty sketchy and kind of impressionistic. (photo on the right)

There's a phenomenon that frequently occurs when a make-up artist and an actor work together: instant intimacy. Make-up artists and hairstylists are kind of like psychiatrists or bartenders. You’re in the same room, physically close for hours at a time, sometimes for many days. Because people usually have the urge to talk, the subject matter often changes from chitchat to some very serious subjects. And though the two of us were only together to work on a movie, we got to know each other pretty well.

I asked Michael over for dinner one night. We had to keep quiet about it, because if anybody found out, word would spread like wildfire. It was 1978 and at age 19, Michael was already well-known around the world. So he came over to our apartment in Bergenfield, New Jersey with his armed bodyguard, Spence. Dinner was Cornish game hens and, by Michael’s request, Stove Top Stuffing, which he said the folks in his home town of Gary, Indiana referred to as “dressin’.”

We had a great time that night. Because I play guitar a little, I showed him how to play some easy chords on my acoustic guitar. He had always admired people who could play musical instruments and had often fantasized about being the lead guitarist in a rock band.

At that time, the comedian Robert Klein had made an appearance on Saturday Night Live; he came out with a harmonica, gave the band the downbeat by stomping his foot, and cried, “Lemme hear some blues!” The band struck up the introduction to a blues number and he began playing the harmonica with them, stomping his feet, leg pumping in time. After the opening 16 bars, he pulled the harmonica from his lips and, foot still stomping, sang, “I can't stop my leg, little darlin’.. I can't stop my leg, little guurrl!” Well, Michael got a big kick out of this. So while I played a blues chord progression on my guitar, Michael stomped his foot and sang, “I can’t stop my leg!” At one point while he was singing, he said, "Now listen to me, people” and I broke up because he was really getting into it.

So I got to know the great Michael Jackson a little. He told me once that whatever he happened to be doing—working on a movie, cutting a record, appearing live on stage—it was the most important thing in his entire life while he was doing it. It really showed. No matter what he was doing, his talent spoke—and sang, and danced—for itself.

Michael was a very special person whose life was a combination of extremes. He enjoyed normal, down-to-earth things, but he also earned lifetime membership to a very exclusive club. His talent, tempered by lifelong discipline, reached the hearts of countless admirers and reshaped music For all Time. He was denied his childhood; I think he spent the rest of his adult life trying to live it for the first time. He was a big kid!

Note: Michael's Make Up Artist for the Wiz, Michael R. Thomas also died in 2010 (2 months apart) RIP.

Quelle:http://www.heeheeshamone.com/h…o-michaels-2009/#more-298

Von unserem Scherzkeks Michael für seine Schwester

Von unserem Scherzkeks Michael für seine Schwester

This was written back in February 1984

Michael Jackson had been shot. That was the first reaction of those nearby when he grabbed the back of his head and screamed. It was not a bullet wound that made him scream, though it was almost as bad: Jackson's head was on fire.

This live thriller unfolded last week before thousands of stunned fans at Los Angeles' Shrine Auditorium, where Michael, 25, and his musical brothers were filming a Pepsi commercial. It happened during one of the last scenes after four hectic days of shooting under the direction of video wizard Bob Giraldi. Giraldi had ordered another take of the flashy gala opening sequence. Amid brilliant illumination, Michael appeared at the top of a stairway and began his dazzling dancing descent to the floor, where the remaining Jacksons were lined up.

About halfway down, he felt something hot but figured it was just the klieg lights. Pyrotechnical special effects were flashing around him as he pirouetted to a fizzy version of Billie Jean. Suddenly there was a jolt of pain and he cried out. The first to respond was Miko Brando, 22, Marlon's son and a Jackson security aide. "I tore out, hugged him, tackled him and ran my hands through his hair," reports Brando, who burned his own fingers in the process. Within seconds the fire was extinguished and Michael was surrounded by a crowd of bodyguards, Jacksons and technicians. A quick-thinking fan grabbed a handful of ice, borrowed a T-shirt to make a cold compress and applied it to the wound. A few minutes later paramedics arrived and whisked Michael away to the emergency room at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

The accident occurred just after 6 p.m. and early bulletins on the local news reported that Jackson had been "severely burned and was in serious condition." In fact, thanks to the emergency ice treatment, he was alert enough to tell the ambulance attendants that he wanted to keep his trademark jeweled glove on when he was wheeled into the hospital. The medical staff checked his vital signs and inspected the wound. The fire had scorched a palm-sized second-degree burn on his crown which surrounded a third-degree burn about the size of the hole in a 45-rpm record. An antiseptic cream (silver sulfadiazine) was applied, and Jackson was offered a painkiller, which he at first refused because of his disdain for narcotics. He later accepted an analgesic.

Word of the accident quickly reached Dr. Steven Hoefflin, Jackson's personal physician and plastic surgeon, who rushed to Cedars-Sinai. "It was quite a shock for Michael, and when I got there he was in a daze," reports Hoefflin. "After I examined him and told him he would be fine, he felt a lot better." Hoefflin, who once cosmetically reshaped Jackson's nose, decided to move his famous patient across town for treatment at the Burn Center of the Brotman Medical Center in Culver City. Accompanied by his parents, his brother Randy, two bodyguards and Hoefflin, Michael arrived at about 8:15 p.m. Once settled in room 3307, he became the patient of nurse Kathy McGrath, 29, who recalls that "he was still pretty shaken up and cold, so we put about five blankets on him."

Soon fans began congregating at the hospital and crowding into the emergency room waiting area. Switch-boards were flooded with calls and six staff volunteers handled the jammed phone lines. Security throughout the hospital was beefed up and a guard placed at every entrance to the burn unit. "Practically everybody who works in the hospital found some excuse to visit the floor," says Burn Center supervisor Pat Lavalas.

Michael, meanwhile, was making a fast recovery. Within a few hours he was asking for a videotape player. Because staffers did not have the key to the cabinet where the hospital video equipment was kept, they broke the padlock to get the machine and found an assortment of about 10 tapes for Jackson. He selected Close Encounters of the Third Kind, directed by his friend Steven Spielberg, and stayed awake watching it until 1 a.m. Then, after being given a sleeping pill, he had a restful night.

Michael awoke to a breakfast of fruit and juice and a tidal wave of messages from friends and fans. Diana Ross called. So did Liza Minnelli. Jackson's favorite among the hundreds of telegrams was one from a girl that said, "I heard you were hot, Michael, but this is ridiculous."

By the time Hoefflin arrived the next day, Jackson had watched American Bandstand on TV and, according to one nurse, "was bebopping in bed while the doctors examined him."

Instead of a typical hospital gown, he had adorned himself in a turquoise scrub outfit. The nurses also fashioned a head bandage that could be camouflaged with a macramé hat. "You're going to start a new wave here in 1984—the net look," nurse Jan Virgil told Michael. "He laughed and said he wanted to look French."

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Jackson had been to the Burn Center previously, visiting patients there on two occasions. Only last month, in fact, Jackson called on Keith Perry, a 23-year-old mechanic who had suffered third-degree burns on 95 percent of his body. Perry had just undergone his 14th operation when Michael arrived and was placed in an adjoining room. Another severely burned patient with whom he had been in frequent contact was 41-year-old seamstress Bessie Henderson. "Bessie had gone through many operations and was very depressed," reports Hoefflin, who is also her plastic surgeon. "When Michael started calling she turned around and now she is doing a lot better."

Some of the patients were unaware they had a celebrity in their midst until Michael, wearing white socks and a single white sequined glove, made his rounds, visiting Keith, Bessie and the other six patients in the burn unit. One of the patients could not believe that he had actually been visited by Michael Jackson, so the singer returned to prove that it wasn't just a dream. Another patient wanted to know Why Jackson wore the glove. "This way," he explained, "I am never offstage." With the consent of his doctor, Michael decided after less than a day to check out of the hospital and continue treatment as an outpatient.

Accompanied by his entourage and sporting a black fedora and hospital whites over street clothes, Michael was taken to a private car in a wheelchair. On his way, he stopped to have his picture taken with several visitors. "He's going to be bigger than Elvis Presley," said a woman in her 50s. "Bigger than who?" chirped one of the preteens who had flocked around.

Nearly all of the Burn Center staff got their souvenirs, as their famous patient posed for snapshots and signed cassettes, Thriller albums and 8 x 10 glossies. And though Jackson did not dance, Hoefflin knew that wouldn't last for long. "Telling Michael not to dance," said the surgeon, "is like telling him not to breathe."

Jackson plans to attend the mega-party that CBS and Epic Records are throwing in his honor at the American Museum of Natural History in New York this week, and he ought to be back in full gear by the time the Grammy awards (he's nominated for a dozen) roll around Feb. 28. "Michael is healthy and in good shape," says Hoefflin. "That will make for a speedy recovery." It's too early to judge if he will need any reconstructive surgery.

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Harry Benson, Fotograph von Michael, (immer mal wieder von den 80ern bis 1997)
erinnert sich an ein paar Begegnungen mit Michael....wobei er anscheinend einige TweetJacken opfern musste.... (reingestellt von Maja5809)

Zum erstenmal traf ich Michael an einem “Berghang” in Colorado, er war on Tour (Victory Tour) mit seinen Brüdern.
Er war der erste, der der zu mir kam um zu helfen als ich an dem steilen matschigen Berg ausrutschte. Mir ging es gut, nur ein paar Linsen (Fotolinsen) waren mit Matsch verschmiert.
Es war das erste mal, daß Michael an einer meiner braunen Tweetjacken gefallen fand., ich habe sie ausgezogen und ihm gegeben. er war erfreut von meiner Geste und zog sie sofort an
um mit beiden Armen von sich gestreckt im Sonnenlicht herumzuwirbeln, während ich ihn laufend und herumspringend fotografierte.....

....in Philadelphia traf ich Michael nochmals für ein paar mehr Fotos. Das gleiche passierte wieder. Dieses mal war es meine graue HarrisTweet Jacke. Ich sah, wie er eingehend die Farben
von dem Tweet betrachtete, sie schienen ihn zu faszinieren, also gab ich ihm wieder meine Jacke.
Etwas später war ich amüsiert in einem NachrichtenClip zu sehen, wie Michael tatsächlich mit meiner Jacke in eine Limo flüchtete,

1985 fotografierte ich Michael bei den Aufnahmen zu We are the World in LA...Quincy Jones hatte an der Tür ein Schild angebracht “Lass dein Ego vor der Tür” und die 45 Teilnehmenden Stars
hatten genau das getan. Prince war noch am telefonieren um zu sagen, das er darüber nachdenke noch zu kommen. Quincy sagte, er müsse sich beeilen, sie hätten schon angefangen zu arbeiten.
Michael sagte: “Prince wird niemals kommen, wenn ich hier bin”
...als Prince wieder anrief, sagte Quincy “mach dir keine Sorgen, es ist schon alles vorbei”

Beim ersten Zusammentreffen schien Michael scheu. Er sprach mit einer weichen, hohen Stimme wie sie der Öffentlichkeit bekannt ist. aber nach 10 Minuten wurde sie tiefer,aber er sprach
immernoch sehr sanft.
Ich finde, daß viele einflussreich Personen, Staatshäupter und so, sehr sanft sprechen.
Sie müssen nicht schreien, um Aufmerksamkeit zu bekommen. Versuche zu verstehen wennsie etwas zum erstenmal sagen, sie mögen sich nicht wiederholen. Genauso war Michael.
Nach einer Stunde, als wir uns wieder trafen, war es das gleiche, die hohe sanfte Stimme, die sich nach 10 Min.in etwas tieferes verwandelte.

Als ich Michael 1995 wiedersah, war meine Tweetjacke wieder begehrt, und ich gab sie ihm wieder. Er zog sie an für ein Photo mit Liza Marie.

1997 besuchte ich Neverland um Michael mit Prince Michael zu fotografieren.
Als er Prince fütterte, wurde sein Gesicht mit essen beklekkert. Michael witzelte “ Oh, es ist Linda Blair Time” bezugnehmend zu der Schauspielerin in dem Film “Der Exorzist”.
Das Baby war glücklich und lachte. päter gingen wir mit Prince hoch in sein zimmer und Michael gab ihm die Flasche und hielt ihn, bis er eingeschlafenen war, während er
kleine Lieder für ihn sang, etwas über “daddys Baby”.
Michael sagte mir Prince hätte ihn inspiriert mehr Musik zu schreiben als jemals zuvor in seinem Leben.

Am nächsten Tag nahm er mich mit in seinen Übungsraum, wo er seinen Moonwalk verfeinert hatte.
Er sagte, daß er Prince oft mit hier hin nahm damit er ihm beim üben vor der Spiegelwand zusehen könne, Und er sagte daß sie irgendwann zusammen tanzen würden.
Ich war überzeugt davon, das das der nächste Schritt sei.
Prince saß mit einem Mikro spielend am Boden und sah zu, wie sein Vater den moonwalk übte. Michael sagte mir, der Moonwalk sei ganz einfach...”Mach einfach so, Harry, und zieh deinen Fuß zurrück”....

Vor seinem Schlafzimmer stand eine Figur von “queen’s Household Cavalry guard” (?). Das Schlafzimmer selbst war dunkel und einfach, in beige und brauntönen gehalten und
- um ehrlich zu sein - ein wenig deprimierend. Neben dem Bett war ein großer roter Trohn ähnlicher Sessel, kunstvollverziert und vergoldet. Über dem Kopfteil war ein Bild von
einem blonden Jesus.

Mit Michael war es einfach zu arbeiten und er war erfreut, mir sein Haus zeigen zu können. Die Fotos waren schnell gemacht. Das ist, was die Leute vergessen, man muß schnell
arbeiten, damit sich dein Kunde nicht langweilt. Als Michael mich fragte, was er anziehen sollte sagte ich, er solle einfach tragen, was ihm bequem sei, sei einfach du selbst.

Man konnte sehen, wie Neverland Michaels Geist von all den täglichen Verwirrungen befreite und ihn von seiner täglichen stressigen Realität entfernte. Er hatte dort alles was er wollte.
Ich hatte den Eindruck, daß es keinesfalls Michaels Fluchtort war. Er hatte Zeitungen und war über alle Neuigkeiten informiert. Einmal fragte er mich was ich über die Reagans denke,
die zu der Zeit im Weissen Haus waren. Er wollte auch wissen, wie der russische Autor Alexander Solzschenitzin war, als er meine Fotos von ihm gesehen hatte.
Michael wollte genau wissen wer wrer war, während er mich mit seinen traurigen Augen eingehend betrachtete. Gelegentlich lachte er auf, aber die meiste Zeit sah er mich nur an.

Obwohl ich nicht sehr eng mit Michael war, hatten wir einen freundlichen und respektvollen Umgang miteinander, und das ist wirklich alles, was du du willst, jemand der dir ermöglicht,
deine Arbeit gut zu machen.
Ich werde ihn vermissen, wir alle werden sein unermessliches Talent vermissen.

http://www.architecturaldigest.com/h...?currentPage=2

Michael Jackson, Jesus, and Me
My story of Christian fellowship with the King of Pop

David Pack remembers Michael

From left: Quincy Jones, Michael Jackson, Leonard Bernstein, Jamie Bernstein, and David Pack.

In August of 1986, the famous composer Leonard Bernstein was in Los Angeles to conduct a classical concert at UCLA’s Royce Hall. Knowing that his birthday would fall on the same week, I asked him what he wanted. Without missing a beat, Leonard said, “I want to meet Michael Jackson.”

At the time, Michael was the biggest pop star in the universe. He was just coming off the massive global success of Thriller, a sold-out world tour, and multiple Grammy wins that catapulted him into the rarified air of Beatlesque pandemonium wherever he went. He was seen inside the music industry as the greatest raw talent of a generation, and the combination of Michael and Quincy Jones in the studio set a standard that may never be equaled.

Leonard was a global superstar and TV personality in his own right—he is listed in many publications as the most celebrated musician, conductor, and composer of the 20th century. Yet Leonard was awestruck by the talent of Michael, describing him to me once as “the most electrifying pop star I’ve seen since the Beatles.” Leonard wanted to introduce Michael to classical music and maybe inspire Michael toward a collaboration of classical and pop music.

I was determined to grant Leonard his birthday wish by making the meeting of my two friends happen. So I called another friend, Quincy Jones, also a musical titan and legend whom I’d introduced to Leonard the previous year at yet another dinner.

Quincy idolized Leonard Bernstein, so he said he’d call Michael and ask. An hour later, he called to say that Michael couldn’t make it. When I told Leonard that Michael wouldn’t be there, he said, “What? You tell him that I, Leonard Bernstein, command him to come to my concert!” I got back on the phone with Quincy. Two hours later, Quincy called to say that Michael would be there. “But he’s never been to a classical concert, so this should be interesting!”

At the concert, Michael loved watching Leonard, who at one point leapt three feet in the air during a section of the score and landed with a loud ‘thud.’ (Quincy, Michael, and I were pretty sure this was Leonard trying to show off for Michael.)

Later that night, during a dinner at my house, I came to see Michael as a man with one of the sweetest souls I’ve ever known. He thanked me over and over for “commanding” him to come to the concert. He asked me to remind him of some of my hit songs with Ambrosia, so I sang a chorus of “Biggest Part of Me.” His eyes lit up like a little kid’s, and he took over and sang the entire chorus back to me.

At one point, Leonard draped his long white scarf around his neck and Michael’s for a series of photos, then stood up and gave Michael a conducting lesson on the spot. Later, these two musical giants bonded over . . . acne! They both had problems with it, and somehow that very embarrassing personal topic was their major connecting point. Leonard would talk about this for years to come. Michael called me the next day and asked for photos from that night, and he was thrilled when he got them.

David Pack stands and toasts with Michael Jackson, Leonard Bernstein, Quincy Jones, and others.

During that special evening, I felt the need to share my faith with him, to let him know that another Christian artist was sitting next to him. So when he whispered, “How can I ever thank you for this wonderful night?” I said, “Michael, I didn’t put this together, God did!” He said, “Oh yes, I believe that with all of my heart.”

I told him I was a Christian, and he said he was, too. We talked about the first Christian song we’d both heard as children: “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong, they are weak but he is strong.” With the dinner party loudly going on around us, we both quietly leaned in and sang the song, smiling like choirboys. “Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me.” Then we gave each other a short embrace.

I knew at that moment that this sweet-spirited young genius was going to find his eternal peace in heaven. I did not find Michael weird, messed up, or anything you’ve ever heard about him. I want to say that I feel all of the allegations ever charged against Michael were false, and that in my discernment, he did not have the capacity to ever do anything except love children and let them know he would do anything to stand up for them, and help them. Just look at the magnificent work he did on their behalf in writing and co-producing “We Are The World,” and the 39 charities for children he gave to generously. That was Michael. I believe that during his trials he related to the suffering of Christ, and prayed for intervention, because he was being accused over what he loved most—children. This caused him perhaps more pain than anything in his life.

I know Michael loved Jesus with all his heart. Quincy had told me about his work sharing his faith with others, often door-to-door, because he’d been raised a devout Jehovah’s Witness. Later in life he told people he was a non-denominational Christian. Still more recently, reports circulated that he’d converted to Islam. But the Michael I knew had seriously contemplated giving up music to spend full-time in Christian ministry.

If there’s anything that gives me peace during this moment of loss, it’s knowing that one of the greatest artists of our time is now moon-walking along the gold paved roads of heaven, where streets have no name, with a broad smile on his face, and a band of angels welcoming him home.

Michael, my friend, rest in heavenly peace.

Und hier noch ein Song von David Pack

Brief von Brandon Q.Adams

Michael Jackson war eine Legende, eine Ikone und ein rundum herzensguter, wunderbarer Mensch. Mein Herz ist sehr betrübt aufgrund des Verlustes meines Freundes, es gibt keine Worte, die die Trauer und den Schmerz beschreiben könnten, den ich momentan in meinem Herzen spüre. Michael war mein Idol, mit dem ich aufwuchs und er war auch mein Freund. Ich fühle mich besonders gesegnet, die Chance gehabt zu haben, ihn zu treffen, ihn kennen zu lernen, und gar mit ihm zusammenzuarbeiten. Durch den Einfluss von Michael Jackson entdeckte ich, wer ich war und die Begabungen, die ich als Individuum besitze. Er war der größte Entertainer aller Zeiten, es wird nie wieder einen anderen Michael Jackson geben. Er hat mit seiner Musik so viele Menschen auf der ganzen Welt erreicht. Er war eine Inspiration für so viele da draußen. Ich kann es immer noch nicht glauben, dass er fort ist.

Egal, wohin ich gehe, egal, in wie viele Projekte ich einbezogen war, jeder meiner Freunde, meiner Familie, meiner Kollegen, sagt noch bis zu diesem Tage stets das Gleiche zu mir, und zwar, dass ich das glücklichste Kind der Welt bin, da ich den legendären King of Pop Michael Jackson traf und mit ihm arbeiten durfte. Solche Erinnerungen werde ich für immer schätzen und in Ehren halten.

Ich möchte außerdem die Gelegenheit nutzen, mein Beileid und mein Bedauern Michaels Familie, Freunden und Fans auf der ganzen Welt auszusprechen. Ich weiß, dass dies ein sehr trauriger Moment für uns alle ist. Ich werde meinen Freund MJ in meine Gebete einschließen und freudig dem entgegensehen, eines Tages wieder mit ihm vereint sein zu können. Wir alle wissen, dass er nun an einem besseren Ort ist.

Michael, danke, dass Du mir solche unbezahlbaren Erinnerungen geschenkt hast und mir erlaubtest, ein Teil Deiner Geschichte und Deines Lebens zu sein.

Ich werde Dich vermissen!

Dein Freund und bester jüngster Imitator,

Brandon Q. Adams

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übersetzt von: musicbutterfly
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@maja5809faithkeeper, aber sicher gibt das jetzt hier auch. Ich habe mir gedacht in einem anständigen Michael Jackson Forum darf sowas nicht fehlen, das ist einfach ein muß

Michael Jackson in India

1996 - The King of Pop, arrived in Mumbai on October 30th,1996 at Mumbai’s Sahar airport in his private jet.

Jackson was greeted by Sonali Bendre clad in a nine-yard sari and a Maharashtrian nathni (nose ring), standing with an aarti thali to welcome MJ, along with Raj Thackeray, Sharmila Thackeray and innumerable politicians who were there to receive Jackson.

Michael Jackson, when being driven in a 20-car motorcade from the air port, stopped his Toyota to meet the fans lined up along the highway to catch a glimpse of him. He picked up several children and hugged and kissed them.

MJ In Oberoi Hotel

During his stay at The Oberoi Hotel, Jackson surprised the entire staff by mingling freely among his fans, who thronged at the hotel to catch a glimpse of the ‘King of Pop’.
“He greeted his fans with smiles and by blowing kisses and shook hands with as many of them as possible,” hotel sources recount.

According to Butler Manager, Sandeep Walia, who was attending to him with a team of three butlers, Michael loves orange drinks, Fanta being his favorite and a special German orange drink, Gatorade, which he carries with him. Michael drinks a lot of Diet Coke as well, prefers his drinks at room temperature. Jackson has a penchant for chocolates too, so The Oberoi made sure there were chocolates, of all shapes, sizes and flavors kept in every reachable corner of his room.

Michael Jackson likes a lot of festivity around him. The Kohinoor Suite at the Oberoi was decorated with flowers, balloons, confetti and bowls of sweets and chocolates to give it a spirit of celebration. While in his room, Jackson does not like to use the air-conditioner. He also likes his space. His body-guards have been instructed not to come close to him to give him enough space to move around.

Children from orphanages were invited to meet and play with him at a high tea organized at the hotel pool side. He gave them gifts and chocolates that he had brought with him.

After Michael Jackson had gone, when the hotel was preparing his suite for the next VVIP guest, they found Jackson’s gift to them: rather mischievously the great singer had scribbled on the pillow he had slept on

“India, all my life I have longed to see your face. I met you and your people and fell in love with you. Now my heart is filled with sorrow and despair for I have to leave, but I promise I shall return to love you and caress you again. Your kindness has overwhelmed me, your spiritual awareness has moved me, and your children have truly touched my heart. They are the face of God. I truly love and adore you India. Forever, continue to love, heal and educate the children, the future shines on them. You are my special love, India. Forever, may God always bless you”

source: http://suthaharmca.blogspot.com/2009...anov-1996.html

Da die Dolmetscherin schnell ist, wird heute noch der deutsche Text hier drin sein

Hier in diesem Thread möchte ich einige Schilderungen von Menschen, die Michael mal persönlich getroffen haben, reinstellen.

Im Lauf der Zeit hat sich bei mir einiges angesammelt und es waren lustige, aber auch traurige Momente diese Geschichten zu lesen. Auf jeden Fall haben sie mir, den Menschen Michael ein Stückchen näher gebracht.
'Ich habe mich bemüht, für jede dieser Geschichten ein Foto zu finden und Achildsbliss hat sich bereit erklärt, diese Begegnungen ins
deutsche zu übersetzen,wofür ich ihr heute noch sehr dankbar bin, denn ohne sie wären nicht einige meiner Lieblingsbücher ent-standen.
Michael hat den Menschen soviel gutes beschert, hier bekommen wir nur einen kleinen Teil seiner Liebe zu spüren.

Michael forever

Die Geschichte dieses Fotos:

Wenn Michael nur von seiner Familie und seinen Freunden umgeben war, war er lustig, er wurde zum Schwindler und zum Clown. Manchmal rief er mich an, verstellte seine Stimme, nannte irgendeinen Namen und beschwatzte mich, etwas Albernes zu tun.
Er konnte eine Vielzahl von Stimmen nachahmen und spielte mir eine Menge Streiche. Einmal machte ich Fotos von ihm, während er im Bett lag, weil er sich zu einer Sitzung verspätete, die ich vorbereitet hatte, und nicht aufstehen wollte. Er sagte sowas wie: "Todd, dafür krieg ich dich noch!" Und das tat er. Ich hatte das alles bereits vergessen, aber eines Abends bei einem Auftritt forderte er mich auf, von einer ganz bestimmten Stelle aus Fotos von ihm zu machen, während er begann, diesen Song zu singen. Ich tat, was mir gesagt wurde. Kurz bevor ich gehen will, um meine Position einzunehmen, läßt Michael sich auf den Rücken fallen und fängt an zu rufen, "Hilf mir, hilf mir! Ich brauche irgendeine Frau, die mich berührt!" und absolut jede Frau dort wurde mir ohnmächtig. Ich stand zwischen ihnen und Michael, und ich bekam nicht einen einzigen Schuß, und er sah mich mit diesem Gesichtsausdruck an, der sagte: “Ich hab dich“. Später sagte ich: "Du denkst, du bist so süß" und er sagt: "Was meinst du, Todd?" Und ich sag so was wie: "Mike, das hat wehgetan, diese Leute haben mich zerquetscht", aber alles, was er sagte, war: "Todd, manchmal geht einfach das Temperament mit mir durch, und das Temperament ging gerade mit mir durch". Da wußte ich, das war seine Revanche und das war das letzte Mal, daß ich bei ihm aus der Reihe tanzte (Todd lacht).

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Deutsche Übersetzung: Achildsbliss