Prolific poet Ludacris once said, “I’ve got hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes).” Well, 84-year-old Quincy Jones is living that piece of eloquent prose and has even taken it international.
Quincy did an interview with Chris Heath for GQ, and it’s a wild, messy ride (like the scene after Quincy and his 22 pieces have a group meet-up) from start to finish. Horny Ole’ Q gets into how he bought drugs from Malcom X , turned down Marilyn Monroe (uh huh), watched Ray Charles shoot heroin into his own nutsack (Ray’s not Quincy’s), always thought Elvis was a shit singer and was supposed to be at Sharon Tate’s house the night of the Manson Family Murders. (Why does every celebrity from the late-60s have a story about how they were supposed to be at Sharon Tate’s house that night?).
Quincy doesn’t only talk about the past, he talks about the now too, like how he hates Taylor Swift’s songs and how he’s got the United Nations of pepaw dicks.
It involved Zac apologetically turning down a Jesus Juice get-together. I kid! Tom Cruise’s favorite pole dancer, Zac Efron, made a return appearance on The Graham Norton Show and had a heartwarming MJ story to tell. Michael Jackson was a big fan of High School Musical, Zac was a big fan of Michael Jackson, and tears were shed when the two got on the phone together.
Jermaine Jackson smiles today, because he’s not living in fear that a lawsuit settlement will cut into his precious monthly spray-on hair stipend.
In 2013, choreographer Wade Robson filed a lawsuit against Michael Jackson’s estate alleging that MJ had molested him as a child at Neverland Ranch for nearly a decade. In 2015, a court rejected his claim against the estate itself, so he was allowed to sue two companies controlled by the estate, MJJ Productions and MJJ Ventures. Four years later, and that lawsuit is done. The Hollywood Reporter says that a judge ruled on Tuesday that the companies controlled by the Michael Jackson Estate aren’t liable for Wade’s alleged childhood sexual abuse.
Here’s your dad revealing his deepest secret to the world. He was a backup dancer for a Michael Jackson tribute band called Bubbles the Chimp for a brief period in the 1980s. Mashable was kind enough to bring us this guy breaking it down for all of us while dancing to the MJ songs on the PA before a Janet Jackson show in Brooklyn on Wednesday night. Apparently, the routine’s from the “Remember The Time” video?
No one in that auditorium had better thrown any shade this dude’s way. People were probably tee-heeing thinking they were better than this guy cuz’ THEY weren’t making fools of themselves by emulating the King of Pop. Well, those h8ers were wrong! This guy has ALL the balls! This sort of gutsy performance is only made possible by intense courage, natural rhythm, and as few fucks as humanly possible.
Here’s a little nugget to file under the category of: Things Nobody Asked For. CBS is planning to air an hour long animated Halloween special called Michael Jackson’s Halloween. Unlike the nipped in the bud Joseph Fiennes horror show, this one is being produced and created by Michael’s official estate. Paris Jackson must be running low on petty cash to pay for her extensive drug rug and tie-die hobo wardrobe.
Paris Jackson is far, far, far from being the little girl whose dad, Michael Jackson, tried to protect by covering her face with a mask whenever she went out in public. Paris Jackson is now an Alice Cooper-loving 18-year-old with more than 50 tattoos who is working on a modeling career. I had to type the words, “with more than 50 tattoos,” with my nose, because as soon as I was reminded that Paris Jackson is 18, my hands wrinkled, my nails shrank and I’ve got the arthritis in a bad way now. It’s a good thing that a day nurse also showed up when I was reminded that Paris is 18, because I’m going to need someone to open my caramel squares for me.