mj story


“There’s this story, actually, that Quincy told me years ago. And what said is that Michael had the ability to come in, he could lay down the lead vocal of a track. And then he could sit there, listen, just put the time in and figure out where all the harmonies should go. And then do that, not leave until he had the harmonies right.”~Nelson George

Musicians’s food cravings are legendary. Elvis famously flew from Graceland to Denver for his favorite sandwich: An entire loaf of bread stuffed with a jar of peanut butter, another of jelly and a pound of bacon. Michael Jackson never hopped on a plane for his cravings. He had his personal chef Akasha Richmond to whip up his favorites: Spicy enchiladas, fresh tortillas and matzo ball soup. In the mid-90’s MJ was living in the penthouse of the Manhattan Trump tower, sharing a floor with Donald Trump. He was in town finishing up his epic HIStory album. Richmond was living a few blocks south at what was then the glamorous Helmsley Palace (now the New York Palace), often picking up bagels on her short walk up to Jackson’s apartment. “One day Michael asked for lox and bagel for breakfast,” Richmond told me. She was a bit surprised by the request but went with it. A few days later, he asked her to make matzo ball soup. “What do you know from matzo ball soup?” Richmond recalls retorting. “I grew up with a Jewish nanny. I love matzo ball soup,” Jackson replied. Richmond met Jackson back in the 1980’s when she was cooking at The Golden Temple, one of L.A.’s first vegetarian spots known for playing host to celebrities like Bob Dylan and Demi Moore. “He used to come there everyday. He was really sweet and I used to take care of him,” Richmond recalls.

Soon she and another chef from The Golden Temple started cooking at Jackson’s house. “He would have these epic dinner parties. He loved old Hollywood so Elizabeth Taylor, Gregory Peck and Sophia Loren might be there. You never knew who would come over,” she says.Over the next 14 years Richmond traveled with Jackson on his private plane to 30 countries, cooking for him on his HIStory and Bad tours. The crew built her a six foot portable pantry stocked with his favorites — ingredients for Mexican food and matzo meal. “I think for him [matzo ball soup] was comfort food,” she explained. Richmond never had a family matzo ball recipe so “I would make chicken stock and then follow the recipe on the package…and add a good pinch of cayenne pepper or minced jalapeño — he loved spicy food,” she said.

“I used to joke that I was Michael’s Jewish mother. I was supposed to keep him healthy. When your on those tours it’s really grueling. I did whatever it took: matzo ball soup, green juice, chai tea.”A decade or so later, Richmond left the tour life to spend more time with her daughter, but on the weekends she would trek out to Neverland Ranch to cook for Jackson. “My daughter had her bat mitzvah party on the ranch…It was about the best bat mitzvah you could have.” Richmond went on to work as a personal chef for Barbra Streisand — cooking meals from the vegetables grown in the Funny Girl’s backyard. And she continued to experiment with Jewish food. In 2008 Richmond opened Akasha, a new American restaurant in the Culver City neighborhood of Los Angeles shortly before Passover. She closed the restaurant for the night of Seder and invited friends, family and investors for dinner, serving the same matzo ball soup — replacing the cayenne for a dash of nutmeg. In September, she tried out the idea of hosting a Rosh Hashanah dinner for her customers. It was a hit. “We had 200 covers ever night. We were slammed,” she says. Jewish holidays at Akasha have become a tradition. “There are so many levels of being Jewish. For a lot of people it comes down to the food — that’s what they remember,” says Richmond. Most of Richmond’s kitchen staff isn’t Jewish, so when she makes matzo ball soup “I tell my chefs — this is the food of my grandmother. Don’t fuck with it.” Personally, she prefers hers matzo ball soup flavored with Thai ingredients like lemongrass, turmeric and ginger. But for her restaurant’s annual Seders she sticks with tradition — and prays. “I say a prayer over the matzo balls. I…ask the god of matzo balls to make them light and fluffy. They make me so nervous.”

Michael Jackson’s Favorite Matzo Ball Soup Recipe

2½ quarts homemade chicken stock
1 leek, white part only, cleaned, and cut into thin matchsticks
1 carrot, peeled and thinly sliced
½ cup matzo meal
2 large eggs, lightly beaten
2 tablespoons seltzer water
2 tablespoons olive oil or chicken fat
Pinch of freshly grated nutmeg
1 teaspoon fine sea salt
1/8 teaspoon black pepper
Fresh chopped parsley and dill
Optional: A dash of cayenne pepper or minced jalepeno pepper
1) Add leeks and carrots to broth and simmer for 10 minutes (or until tender) and turn off heat. 2) Meanwhile, in a medium bowl whisk together the eggs, olive oil, nutmeg, salt and black pepper (and spice, if adding). Fold in the matzo meal and seltzer water. Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes. 3) Bring a large stockpot of salted water to a boil. Wet your hands with cold water and form the matzo mixture into 12 balls. Drop the matzo balls into boiling water. Reduce heat to a simmer, cover tightly, and cook for 30 minutes - don’t open the lid. Remove with a slotted spoon and serve with the hot chicken stock and vegetables. Garnish with lots of chopped parsley and dill. Makes 6-8 servings


Michael Jackson boards the “Orient Express” train - 1992

In august 29th 1992, Michael had just celebrated his birthday in the Gloria von Thurn  und Taxis’ castle, princess of Regensburg, Germany. On august 30th, he gave a concert in Ludwigshafen, and to get to his next destination and continue his Dangerous Tour in Switzerland, he traveled in the ‘Orient Express’.


Bill Whitfield and Javon Beard on Michael’s compassion for the homeless (From Remember the Time: Protecting Michael Jackson in his Final Days

Javon: One night, we were driving home from the Strip, and there was this on-ramp for the freeway that we had to pass to get back to the house. We were s topped at a red light by this ramp, and right off the road there was a homeless man and woman. They were arguing with each other about something. The man was sitting and the woman was standing with a sign; it’s the kind of thing you see all the time out here, people with signs that say “Homeless, Please Help.” Vegas is a hard town. You get caught up in gambling and all that? It’ll ruin you.

Bill: Mr. Jackson saw these people and said, “Why are these people out there?” “Those are homeless people, sir.” He was like, “Really? Wow.” He told Javon to pull over. We pulled over to the curb and we just watched for a minute. Mr. Jackson saw all the other cars passing by and he asked, “Why isn’t anybody helping them? Why isn’t anybody stopping?” Then he said to Javon, “Call the woman over to the car.” Javon rolled down his window, waved her over. When she got to the car, Mr. Jackson rolled his window down just a little bit and said, “What’s your name?” “Amanda,” she said. They talked for a bit. He wanted to know her story. He asked her where she was from, where’s her family at. She said she used to be a dancer, a showgirl. Then I heard him reaching around in the backseat for something. I heard the sound of paper. He was pulling out money. He pulled out three-one hundred dollar bills, gave them to her and said, ‘Here. Take this.“ She was floored. She was almost crying, saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." 

Javon: After he gave her the money, she backed up a few steps and I started to drive off. The guy that had been sitting near her got up, came over to her, and tried to snatch the money away. She pulled back, but he kept trying to grab it from her and they started fighting again. She started yelling, "No! This is mine!” Mr. Jackson saw that and said, “No, no, no! Javon, stop the car. Pull back over.” I pulled back over, he leaned back out of the window and called the man over this time, saying “Don’t do that! Here, I’ve got something for you too.” He pulled out another three hundred dollars and gave it to the man. The lady started crying, like she’d been saved. 

Bill: He told them to use the money for food. “Get something nourishing,” he said. “Don’t get any drugs.” “No, sir!” they said. “No, sir!” They were both gushing with thank-yous and God-bless-yous when all of a sudden the man stopped and looked in the car window and said, “Are you Michael Jackson?” “No. No, I’m not.” I turned to the backseat. “Are you ready to go, sir?” “Yea, I’m ready,” he said. And we pulled off. As we were driving, Mr. Jackson said, “Are there a lot of people like that in Vegas?” “Yeah,” I said. “There are parts of Vegas where a lot of homeless people live.” “Really? Can we go there?” I hesitated for a moment. “You want to go there tonight, sir? Tonight wouldn’t be a good time.” “No, no,” he said. “We can go another day. I just want to see." The bad part of Vegas is on the north side, Main Street and Las Vegas Boulevard, over by Cashman Field. When he mentioned going there, I was hoping he’d forget about it. Sometimes when he made unusual requests, things I knew weren’t feasible or just weren’t a good idea, I’d wait a bit before following up, to see if he’d drop it. Sometimes he would. If he reminded me again, I knew he was very serious. This time, he remembered. A couple of days later, he came to me and said, "When are we going to go to that side of town?” “What side of town is that, sir?” “Where the homeless people are.” “We can go there today.” “Okay, let’s go.” So we took him to the other side of town, about twenty minutes from the house. We headed north up Main Street, and all of these people were out. You could hear in his voice that he was shocked that all of these people out here were homeless. He couldn’t believe it. “It’s just amazing,” he said. “This country is so rich and these people are poor and living on the street.” He asked Javon to pull over, so we pulled over. I was a little antsy. I wasn’t cool pulling over in a nice car with all these people around. We sat there on the side of the road for a bit. Then Mr. Jackson said, “I want to give them something.” I thought he meant he wanted to get out of the car. I said, “I don’t think it’d be a good idea to go out there, sir.” He said, “No, no, no. I’ll pass it out of the window.” He cracked the window and started waving people over. He had a fanny pack he was wearing. He opened it up and the whole thing was stuffed full of cash. They would come to the window and he would pass out a hundred-dollar bill through the crack in the window to each one. One thing I noticed was that he was trying to catch the attention of the women. He wanted to make sure they were the ones who got the money. He was like. “Come here. No, no, no. You. You come here.” A lot of men got money too, but I could hear him singling the women out of the crown, calling them forward. People started lining up outside his window, like it was an ATM. 

Javon: He gave away so much he ran out, and he got upset wit himself. He was saying he should have brought more. We started to see another side of him, his compassion for others, and it was kind of amazing. There was no media out there, no cameras. There was only a crack in the window, so no one could tell that it was him. It was just something that he wanted to do.

I just remembered something that made me very upset. I think It was about 2 years ago in school in wood work class my teacher was playing music and I went up and asked him if he could play Michael. And he said “absolutely not” and I got very confused, I was really naive back then and didn’t think people could be so horribly mean so I asked you know “why?? ” and he just said “I don’t wanna play child molester music” I got really mad and upset of course it’s Michael we’re talking about. I didn’t know much about the trials and stuff but what I knew for sure was that Michael was innocent. So I went home and like searched for it everywhere and everything and read this big articles about people explaining why mj was innocent and that he was declared innocent. So the next week before the class our teacher had us lined up before class and my best friends says to him (the teacher) “she hates you for saying that about her idol” and I wanted to slap across the face how could she say that but he didn’t say anything but later in class he came up to me and said he was sorry and I just put him at his place saying all this about mike being innocent and stuff and that shut him up and I got an apology and I don’t really remember but I think he played Michael after that 😎 that’s how you deal with an ignorant person. Tho I don’t wanna trash talk this teacher bc he’s my fave and really cool and helped me talk to my crush and just simply awesome but what he said about Michael wasn’t okey.

Wherever I go, Michael is already there.

I literally just went to a first aid class today and there was a selfmade Michael Jackson poster on the wall with lots of pictures. And on a wallpaper someone had written several song titles and stuff like “I Love You More Michael” and “Missing You”. They must be using the room for teen meetings or something I guess
And when my mom and I were about to pull out of the parking lot we heard xscape blasting from the car in front of us and my mom said she already heard it this morning from another car :)

(Masih) soal geje

Hi my beloved Tumblrrrrr :))

How’s life? Its’s like a very very long time no see. Miss you sooooo much :*
Maaf ya nak lama ga ter-urus coz majikan mu satu ini lagi dalam proses perbaikan dan perontokan dosa-dosa, hehe. 

Leaving you more than a week, what are the stories then? How about his blog? how about their blog? Yep, my inspiring blog I’ve told you.

oh well, it’s too crowded in my mind. I feel like I’m on my lowest weakness; both physically and mentally. And badly, now I do not have anyone to be told. and still on my hesitancy. I can not believe in anyone yet, just Alloh and you, my lovely Tumblr. 

ah belum juga belum udah geje juga kan tulisannya. oke, disudahi dulu ya, mau ngumpulin nyawa dulu yang ga genap 100%, mungkin masih pada asik liburan, jd harus segera dijemput. Oke see you then. bye :)

*Efek sesuatu.


When we were at the hippopotamus exhibit (at the zoo), Bill was walking a few feet ahead with Mr. Jackson, Prince and Paris. They’d all seen the hippopotamus and moved on. I was hanging back with Blanket. He was straggling a bit because he was just so amused by this hippopotamus. He thought it was the greatest thing. Prince already had his dog, and Paris had just gotten her kitten, so Blanket thought he should get a pet too. He called out, ‘Daddy, I want one of those as my pet.’ The zookeeper and everybody, they all laughed. But I knew that little guy wasn’t joking. If they still lived at Neverland? I’m sure a hippopotamus wouldn’t have been entirely out of the question. With all the other crazy things we’d been asked to do, I half-expected Mr. Jackson to say, 'Guys, I need you to find Blanket a hippo.’ Instead, Mr. Jackson just humored him. He said, “We’ll have to see about that.”

The zookeeper said if Blanket liked the hippo, he could help feed it. They gave him some apples and he tried to throw them in, but he couldn’t get them over the fence. I picked him up so he could get high enough to toss one over. After he did that, I put him back down and turned around to follow the others. I didn’t take my eyes off him, but half a second and he was climbing up that fence, trying to get up on the railing so he could keep throwing apples in there. He was slipping around and trying to pull himself up. It was about a ten-foot drop down the other side. I had this whole scenario flash through my head. I could see the headlines: Michael Jackson’s Son Eaten by Hippo. I grabbed him by the shirt collar saying, 'Get your little ass down here before I lose my job lettin’ you get eaten up by a hippopotamus.’“-Javon Beard~Remember the Time: Protecting Michael Jackson in his Final Days

today in ‘why dan slott is disgusting’: I cannot believe (i can but you get me) that in spider-island slott had peter wonder if carlie got spider-powers because they had sex and HOW it was written was even MORE gross like carlie shows him her powers and he’s like ‘oh man! what happened?? oh no we just did the thing maybe it’s from that?? oh wait but i did it with MJ LOADS of times so that can’t be right’ like i hate cishet boys’ sexual fantasies they are so disgusting ‘imagine if spider-man’s sperm could transmit spider powers!!’ gross gross gross

Today, I went to grab a pair of shorts from my local sports store. My soccer league has changed the uniform rules so I have to wear shorts on top of my pants. It’s weird but I am not bothered by it enough to start a Change.org petition. I already emailed the convener and she politely gave me “policy” as a reply. Anyway, I was perusing through the clearance section when suddenly I heard it. “You wanna be starting something” by Michael Jackson came on throughout the store. I am physically unable to not dance to this song. I discreetly began a few moves in the secluded corner close to the Adidas tank tops. Yes, I was thoroughly enjoying myself. When MJ released one of his many epic “Woooooo!” I did my usual spin move and when I looked up, I paused. I locked eyes with a beautiful, tall, Black woman doing the same thing on the other side of the track pants. We grinned and finished our own little random dance party while collecting what we needed. She waved at me and went on to check out the sneakers. I hummed all the way to the cashier. And my shorts were on sale. ~Fin~

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marvel was actually building up to one more day (aka peter sells his marriage to the marvel equivalent of satan to save his octogenarian aunt) by vilifying mj and it only gets worse. expect more of this bs. they want you to buy the marriage retcon.

Ohhh. I know OF One More Day (though I haven’t read it), but why would they need to vilify MJ for the story? I mean, I easily buy that Peter would make such a deal for May–she’s his Aunt May. But why does MJ have to be the bad guy? Why is anyone the bad guy? And how does that even make sense considering this is all happening because of registration and PETER letting Tony talk him into revealing his identity? And if anything, it was SUSAN who came off as really OOC. MJ was very sympathetic during Civil War IMO.