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“Why?” I asked, rather perplexed.
They wanted to show their kids the man
who took Michael Jackson’s picture.
“My 24-year-old will get a kick out of
this,” shouted the more rotund of the
two, her voice coated in a Southern
accent as thick as beef stew. “They
think he’s cool,” said the taller one,
who was sporting a beehive hairdo and
was buzzing about with nervous energy.
What manner of man is able to elicit such
excitement from this woman’s kid who
wasn’t even born when Thriller hijacked
popular culture, revolutionized MTV and
altered music making forever?
Yet a similar scene unfolded in
Beverly Hills less than 24 hours earlier.
Actually it was worse, because it involved
reporters who are ostensibly accustomed
to covering celebrities. Jackson was the
star guest of another famous Jackson,
Reverend Jesse Jackson, who celebrated
his 66th birthday at the Beverly Hilton
on trendy Wilshire Boulevard. A
pregnant silence of excitement choked
off all conversation on the red carpet when it was fi nally
announced that the reclusive, eccentric legend was en
route. For most on the overfl owing red carpet, it would be
the fi rst close-up visual of the man whose Thriller album
sold more than 100 million copies worldwide (including
54 million in the U.S. alone), according to the Guiness
Book of World Records, and spawned seven Top Ten
hits, two No. 1 songs (“Beat It” and “Billie Jean”), and
won a record eight Grammy Awards. It is an arresting
sight to view the current incarnation of Michael Jackson.
Michael Joseph Jackson Sr., 49, scarcely resembled
the 24-year-old architect of the music revolution that
began in December 1982. And he certainly looked
nothing whatsoever like the Afro-headed kid who, at 14
years old, told his family that he would one day produce
the biggest album the world had ever seen. Rev. Jackson
gently took his hand and escorted a hesitant Michael,
who nervously peered over at the awaiting media frenzy.
The man who has sold more of one album than most
do in an entire career, looked frail, almost brittle, as he
traipsed along the red carpet. His skin was bright like a
lantern, as if it could glow in the dark. Michael surveyed
the mushrooming madness from behind large, black
shades that were perched precariously on the ski slope of
a fi nely sculpted nose. His reconstructed ivory face was
younger than the ages indicated by their birth certifi cates.
But the media and circling onlookers couldn’t have
cared less. It’s as if the snapshot of the Michael Jackson
from his Thriller days is encased in their subconscious,
and they refuse to let it go. It didn’t take long for the
order to quickly dissolve into pandemonium. Reporters
and photographers were machine-gunning questions
into Michael’s face. Camera crews were elbowing and
jockeying like they were clearing out for a rebound.
Toward the end, after Michael led the birthday rendition
for Rev. Jackson, the red carpet became a swirling mob
of humanity toward the door to the auditorium.
Michael Jackson was fl anked by black music royalty:
Berry Gordy, the Motown music mogul who was already
spearheading a mammoth, history-making empire when
he reluctantly signed Michael and the Jackson 5 to the
label in 1969. To Michael’s right was the equally beloved
Don Cornelius, whose booming bass baritone fueled the
seminal “Soul Train” weekly dance program. Talk show
titan Larry King also strode down the carpet with them.
Jackson did not utter so much as a vowel during his
time at Rev. Jackson’s party. But the star power fl ew off
Jackson like sparks, providing indisputable confi rmation
that the residuals of that unforgettable era still resonate
with his fans.
Gordy, 78, long ago predicted Jackson’s phenomenal
success. But even this musical prophet could not have
fathomed just how big that 10-year-old kid from Gary,
Ind., would become. “I just love him,” Gordy said, before
recalling the 25th anniversary of the Emmy-winning and
ratings blockbuster, “Motown 25” that helped Jackson
moonwalk into intergalactic and uncharted realms. “I
remember everything about that night. It was wonderful,
wonderful, wonderful. It was one of the greatest
performances I’ve ever seen.”
And that’s the point. Today marks the silver anniversary
of the time when it seemed that Michael Jackson could
actually change the weather. Michael-mania was so
Thriller25 Years
Later
cover story
BEVERLY HILLS, Calif. – The story you’re about to read is true. You may
want to sit down for this. This writer was standing outside the Los Angeles
Hilton when two middle-aged white women from rural Texas, clamoring
like nervous teenage groupies, asked me a very peculiar question. They
wanted to know if they could take a picture with me.
Story by Terry Shropshire
Images by Hiltron Bailey for Steed Media Service
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