Ed Opperman | Michael Jackson - Child Abuse Allegations

I assumed until this interview that Michael Jackson was a victim of dollar chasing exploitative families. However after this latest Ed Opperman interview it just doesn't stand up.

Given this information we should probably now look more closely at Lord Janner and Uri Geller's relationship with Michael Jackson.

Demerol, Demerol (Oh God He's Taking Demerol)

Researching Michael Jackson's murder I discovered that he died of Demerol. I didn't realise I know this drug until I I saw it in Wikipedia as Pethidine.

Once I was in hospital and the pain was too fierce even though I was taking the legal maximum of Demerol. My doctor who was the kindest and smartest doctor I've ever encountered bent the rules for me and upped the frequency by giving me the maximum amount of Morphine half way between the Demerol shots every four hours so I could make it through the cycle.

Anyway I checked the Demerol video on Youtube and it was uploaded on 27 June and as I'm posting my June 27 synchronicity thing like I promised here it is.

Odd because I never celebrate my birthday, and I've never noticed my own birthday coming up (in any media) but recently it's been bam bam bam every day or so. The song is called Morphine but Demerol is an interlude. I like this mix below.

Relax

This won’t hurt you

Before I put it in

Close your eyes and count to ten

Don’t cry

I won’t convert you

There’s not need to dismay

Close your eyes and drift away

Demerol

Demerol

Oh God he’s taking Demerol

Demerol

Demerol

Oh God he’s taking Demerol

Michael Jackson, DEMEROL Song, 1997, Blood on the Dance Floor, The History of Mix [1]

GOT WOOD?

During the presentation, there's a reference to a topic I was alerted to but didn't quite understand. Then I realised 

after being informed 

that Michael Jackson's song where he sings 'If you want to make the world a better place. Take a look at yourself, and then make a change' from 1988 is NOW 35 years before I realised what he was singing about.

The more you know.

Nevermind - Twenty Years Later

Two decades ago I'd been listening to Nirvana's Nevermind for a couple of weeks while I was living in the town of Giessen in Germany at the age of 23 selling Harley Davidsons, Chryslers and GM vehicles to US military troops. Three of us headed to Amsterdam one weekend and I put the Nevermind cassette in the car stereo. It wasn't long before Russell, the former punk exclaimed 'what is this shit', Geoff agreed immediately and so it didn't get a full play. 

I can't remember if it was on the way there, or on the return journey back to Giessen but we'd run out of music so it got another play and by the time we arrived back home the other two had becoming raving lunatics about how good this incredible album was. Nevermind became our anthem for much more frequent runs down to Frankfurt in the Corvette or the Jeep show vehicles. It was here we scored cannabis resin and explored the downtown area of brothels, pimps, pushers, junkies and transsexuals around the Hauptbahnhoff till early in the morning before heading back to Giessen to the soundtrack of Nirvana's Nevermind.


I wont burden you with my album review as there are other top twenty emotions I'd much rather write about and I think Stuart Maconie of The New Statesman has done a good job. Here's the bits I liked.



To understand the seismic impact of Nevermind and of that incendiary first single, "Smells Like Teen Spirit", in particular, one has to hear it - metaphorically at least - through the cheap, fizzing foam headphones of late-1980s pop. Nirvana emerged, to paraphrase Auden, at "the fag end of a low, dishonest decade", at least as far as mass-market pop went. MTV had nullified and sedated white rock. Madonna and Michael Jackson were at creative lows. Hip-hop, after the firestorms of Public Enemy and NWA, had fizzled out in the vaudeville of MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice. Alternative rock largely meant REM, who were huge but spoke now to the constituency that also bought Annie Lennox and Bruce Springsteen records, rather than to disaffected teens.


"I've been confronted by people wanting to beat me up, by people heckling me and being so drunk and obnoxious because they think I'm this pissy rock-star bastard who can't come to grips with his fame . . . I was in a rock club the other night . . . and one guy comes up, pats me on the back and says, 'You've got a really good thing going, you know? Your band members are cool, you write great songs, you affected a lot of people, but, man, you've really got to get your personal shit together!' Then another person comes up and says, 'I hope you overcome your drug problems.' All this happens within an hour while I'm trying to watch the Melvins, minding my own business."

Terence McKenna - Eros & The Eschaton (Why Consumer Culture Is Brainless Culture)

"We have to stop consuming our culture. We have to create culture. Don't watch TV, don't read magazines, don't even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are -- NOW -- is the most immediate sector of your universe. And if you're worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered. You're giving it all away to ICONS. Icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that, you want to dress like X or have lips like Y... This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion. What is real is you, and your friends, your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And, we are told No, you're unimportant, you're peripheral -- get a degree, get a job, get a this, get that, and then you're a player. You don't even want to play that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that's being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world."

Janelle Monae

In terms of inspired dancing style I don't think anything as stunning has been done since Michael Jackson's Thriller. And that's just the co-dancers looking like they're having a ball following Janelle Monae. The track is a bit spesh and the star of the piece is freaking fresh. 

As in yummy bucking candy fresh. 

Addis Ababa springs to mind but only Doddsy knows the bare bones of that tale. H/T Mike

Malcolm X

Just been browsing Youtube this morning and lucked out big time. It's not that it doesn't have great content but when I'm in random mode, I often think Youtube doesn't know what I've never told it I'd like to see (or that the suggestions aren't always compelling). 

So after switching off the awful and wasted opportunity of Martin Bashir and Michael Jackson (an illegally downloaded file that I'm grateful not to pay a penny for) though it's now 6 years later before I could finally watch it, I guess I got to thinking about black American artists, which led just now, to my first viewing of that Great American writer (the revolution will not be televised) Gill Scott Heron, and then on to Malcolm X. And then it occured to me during his crisp torrent of erudite and lucid intellect in the interview that, I've never stopped thinking about him and even a week or so ago was still referring to Malcolm X indirectly from his Nutmeg and Lindy Hopping days in this post.

Over 20 years after reading his autobiography and I'm still dropping his life into mine and  I find it astonishing I can see him now for the first time on Youtube and connect in that way which suggests I always deeply admired Malcolm X. I just didn't know how much I deeply admired him.

Word.

Close Encounters Of The Third Kind

I took Spielberg a lot more seriously after his movie Munich because it wasn't one sided and earned him unwarranted criticism from influential Jewish groups. Since then I've heard many times by respected observers that both he and George Lucas make films that have a lot more fidelity to story telling then is traditionally perceived so I went back and watched Close Encounters last night.

There's a clear message that is still up to the minute if we consider the reasons why transparency is still being demanded, by many investigative researchers on the subject of UFOs. Why is the military hell bent on keeping a secret. Must be a buck or two in it at the very least.

As in the screen grabs above, Spielberg (always a stickler for detail) points towards Lockheed Martin as the main offender, and the U.S. military as clumsy and brutish in their attempts to dominate the show. There's also some nice touches like the use of an orb following the space ships on occasions conveying the transdimensional issues that accompany many first hand reports as well as the leitmotif of sound, music and gesture to illustrate that 3 dimensional language theme that crops up in many conversations from witnesses. 

In the clip above Michael Jackson is alleged to have appeared at the 1.50 mark and the French U.N. character is modelled on French researcher (and now Silicon Valley supremo) Jacques Vallee interview below.