Michael Jackson: The Final Interview
June 26th, 2009by Paul A. Toth
SARASOTA, FL-
I wasn’t expecting my invitation to be accepted, but Michael Jackson said he preferred being interviewed by an unknown writer whose mark on the world so far consisted of White-Out fluid from years before. I was happy to oblige and got straight to the point.
“How are you feeling about your upcoming tour?”
“What tour?”
“Your big comeback tour. You must know that a lot, even everything, is riding on this series of concerts.”
Michael’s gaze lazily trailed across the floor. “Don’t let the sun go down on me.”
“Well, that was Elton — never mind. Have you arranged a set list yet?”
“Jamon.”
“What does that mean, anyway?”
“Hee hee hee.”
“What about your other hits? You can’t seem to remember your own songs.”
“Billy Joel is not my lover. Not guilty. I plead the fifth. Do you have any demerol?”
“Come on, Michael. Will you do any Jackson Five songs?”
“Tito. Hee hee hee.”
“Seriously, the fans would love to hear, for instance, ABC.”
“D-E-J-M-Z. Jamon.”
I sat back and tried to regain control of the interview. For some reason, I kept thinking about Elvis Presley. That brought back other memories of Michael’s life.
“Whatever happened with your allegiance to the Jehovah’s Witnesses?”
Suddenly, his eyes cleared and I could tell that he had gained absolute concentration and focus, however fragile and short-lived it might be. “That’s a bunch of bullshit! Jamon! Hee hee hee.”
“And what are your religious convictions now?”
“No convictions yet.”
“Your financial situation: How are things going with the money problems?”
“What’s money?”
“That stuff you spend to buy things.”
“I just go and get things. They give them to me, don’t they?”
“Well, Michael, I again seem to have confused you with my questions.”
“Do you have a syringe?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Is this Mars or Venus?”
“Earth.”
“I left my glove on Mars.”
And that was that. Michael’s bodyguards hustled him away, and I was left wondering whether I was on Mars or Venus. Alas, I was still on earth.
Tags: King of Pop, Michael Jackson
Alas, Paul, if you could just have visited the planet which he inhabited, you might’ve gotten some intelligible answers.
i was never clear on his financial situation. he was broke, no he wasn’t, yes he was, oh man he’s rich, he’s broke again. how can i be expected to follow that?
Alas, indeed. A wonderful ending.
I just finished reading FIZZ by Paul A. Toth.
I urge everyone to run and get it today.
You have to read it slowly because every sentence is jam packed full and you have to take it all in.
You BECOME the main character as you read it and see everything he sees and feel everything he feels and I’m here to tell you that you will be sweating and exhausted at the end. You haven’t had a ride like this before, I promise. Get on board.