There was a time in the mid-eighties when Quincy Jones was my favorite music producer. He wrote important soundtracks, and worked with the industry's best musicians, singers, and writers. But after some of the things he's said about a man who made him relevant again, and who isn't even in the dirt yet, Mr. Jones had better hope there isn't any ready to be dug up on him.
You were there to witness the strange evolution in Michael’s appearance. Did you ever step in and saying anything about it?
Oh, we talked about it all the time. But he’d come up with, “Man, I promise you I have this disease,” and so forth, and “I have a blister on my lungs,” and all that kind of b.s. It’s hard, because Michael’s a Virgo, man—he’s very set in his ways. You can’t talk him out of it. Chemical peels and all that stuff.Did you believe him about the disease?
I don’t believe in any of that bullshit, no. No. Never. I’ve been around junkies and stuff all my life. I’ve heard every excuse. It’s like smokers—”I only smoke when I drink” and all that stuff. But it’s bullshitBut it must’ve been so disturbing to see Michael’s face turn into what it turned into.
It’s ridiculous, man! Chemical peels and all of it. And I don’t understand it. But he obviously didn’t want to be black.Is that what it was?
Well, what do you think? You see his kids?
The saddest part of this whole Michael Jackson tragedy are the people, who were monetarily enriched by their association with him, now turning on him in the ugliest manner. No wonder Michael Jackson was a recluse and who could blame him.
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