It’s no wonder that, Michael aside, the Jackson family are a bunch of no-hope, weird-ass wastrels. And by excluding le King du Freak himself from the equation, I hope you’re catching my drift. These guys have no fucking clue.
Ever since the Peter Pan of Pop departed for the giant NAMBLA symposium in the sky, Joe, Katherine and the rest of the Jacksons have cocked up pretty much everything they’ve done to exploit his pretty pathetic memory. And his legacy. First there was the cringe-worthy memorial thingy in LA, then there was the tribute gig in Vienna (???) that fell to pieces because no-one got booked (alright, that was mostly Jermaine’s bad). And now there’s this: Michael Jackson’s latest hit, “This Is It”, is not really his at all. And the Jacksons have very quickly acknowlegded their fuck up.
The estate of Michael Jackson on Tuesday promised to give singer Paul Anka 50% of the songwriting royalties from “This Is It,” the single that was released posthumously early Monday morning.
Representatives of the estate and the Canadian-born Mr. Anka said he is also to receive a co-writing credit.
When the song was first released to radio stations and online by Sony Corp.’s Sony Music Entertainment, Mr. Jackson was listed as the only writer. Critics and Mr. Anka himself quickly complained that the song was indistinguishable from one the men wrote together 26 years ago.
“This Is It” is to be featured on the soundtrack to the coming documentary that features the late superstar, but its genesis was actually in 1983 when it was written for a duets album that Mr. Anka was recording.
The song was then titled “I Never Heard,” and Messrs. Jackson and Anka are credited as co-authors on an early 1990s version recorded by a singer named Safire.
Jesus, these people need professional help, and I don’t just mean psychiatric help. Is Murray from Flight Of The Conchords somehow pulling the strings behind the scenes? Based on their track record so far, I wouldn’t trust the Jacksons to babysit a box of dead toddlers.
Somewhere, in heave hel somewhere, MJ is watching all this in disgust and slapping his forehead. With a little boy’s penis. Because I had to.