HIS VEGAS HISTORY
For years Michael Jackson was rumored to be making some sort of comeback in Las Vegas. No wonder, as he had quite a few tangible and tangential connections to the city:
• Jackson briefly lived in Las Vegas in this decade, moving into a mansion in Spanish Trails owned by the Prince of Brunei, a home on West Palomino Lane (near Wasden Elementary School) and a rented house just west of Decatur Boulevard near Sahara Avenue.
• Three years ago he was rumored to be embarking on a comeback on the Strip, and was said to be in talks for a production at Wynn Las Vegas, which Steve Wynn firmly denied.
• Last year he was mentioned as a possible headliner at the Colosseum at Caesars Palace. AEG Live, which books the Colosseum, was presenting his run of London concerts. But AEG Live officials said only that Jackson’s performances would be judged for viability before discussing plans to bring him to Las Vegas.
• His most recent recording sessions reportedly were last year at the Studio at the Palms, with Akon and RedOne producing. The status and future of those recordings are uncertain.
• In December Jackson was bailed out of the $24.5 million he owed on Neverland Ranch when Colony Capital, owned by billionaire Tom Barrack, bought the loan. That sparked rumors about Jackson performing at the Las Vegas Hilton, which Colony owns.
— John Katsilometes
Michael Jackson died 20 years ago.
That is to say that the creatively dynamic self-titled “King of Pop” ceased to exist as a vital, influential artistic force sometime after his 1987 album “Bad.”
After that album and its string of undeniably vivid singles and genre-stretching videos, Jackson sank into unprecedented depths of celebrity solipsism and hypochondria, tabloid-baiting behavior, alleged criminality and squalid wastefulness. He may still have been the world’s most famous human being, but his “life” had become a series of artistic, health, legal and financial crises.
He was most often mentioned as a punch line: Nearly every impressionist in Las Vegas included Jackson in his routine, invoking his iconic sound, look and movements while often taking cheap shots at the singer’s hyper-publicized troubles.
The pathology eclipsed the performer long ago. At this point in time, it’s hard to hear Jackson’s world-changing music without the distorting static of scandal and squalor.
His physical body, what was left of Michael Jackson, was rushed to UCLA Medical Center early Thursday afternoon for a reported cardiac arrest. The Los Angeles Times confirmed that Jackson was pronounced dead at 3:15 p.m.
Much has been said, and much more will undoubtedly be revealed, about the artistic contributions and unimaginable life of Michael Jackson, who incorporated elements of Peter Pan, P.T. Barnum, Diana Ross and the galaxy of Motown stars, Elizabeth Taylor, Elvis Presley, Charlie Chaplin, Liza Minnelli and Edgar Allan Poe into his persona. He became an eccentric and cryptic figure after the supernova burst of worldwide fame and popularity that followed his breakthrough albums “Off the Wall,” “Thriller” and “Bad.”
Jackson was scheduled to perform up to 50 concerts at London’s O2 Arena, which were widely touted as his “comeback” to pop music stardom, validity and financial stability. Fans and producers began clamoring for a U.S. tour, and a world tour after that. But Jackson’s reliability and endurance have been in question for years, and he recently pushed back the first run of London shows from July 8 to July 12, leading to speculation about his health and ability to sustain a single performance, let alone 50. He was rarely seen without a protective mask covering his nose and mouth.
My first reaction, on hearing the news of Jackson’s sudden hospitalization, was that this emergency was staged with the cooperation of his equally theatrical family, as his way of getting out of his contractual obligations to perform. Jackson’s health has famously been touch-and-go, in large part because of his decades-long program of self-modification via plastic surgery, reported experimentation with exotic remedies, including sleeping in hyperbaric chambers, and the results of the stress of fame and misfortune.
It’s certainly not out of the realm of possibility: Jackson’s career was a chain of ever more outrageous stunts, and his pop icon predecessors Jim Morrison and Elvis Presley are still said (by some of their fans on the fringe) to have faked their deaths.
In her 2006 book “On Michael Jackson,” Pulitzer Prize-winning critic Margo Jefferson notes that Jackson read the autobiography of P.T. Barnum, huckster and ringmaster nonpareil, “fervently,” distributing copies to his staff, telling them “I want my career to be the greatest show on earth.”
Sadly, Jackson has in fact died. And now his “greatest show” will turn out to be the latest show — the worldwide spectacle of his funeral and the media carnival that has begun.
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