The Genesys of Michael Jackson: You Call This Weird?
I continue to be puzzled by people thinking Michael Jackson was excessively “weird”. Uh, he’s a wealthy musician, right? Let’s see, here’s a not-so-wealthy one I might accept as “weird” (note to on-line censor: this is a MAN, therefore his breasts can be viewed and are not erotic or porn):
That’s Genesis P. Orridge, founding member of Industrial Throbbing Gristle, later Psychic TV & the Temple of Psychic Youth, who besides his transformation into his deceased wife once had his teeth pulled to replace them with gold ones. Taking a trip down memory lane, there’s Frank Zappa, Nick Cave, Trent Reznor (moving into the Tate/Polanski house?), Nina Hagen, Bowie in the 70’s, Iggy Pop leaping onto glass, Lou Reed as Transformer, Gibby Haynes and the Butthole Surfers, Exene, Captain Beefhart, Ian Curtis of Joy Division, Patti Smith, Robert Smith. These are mainstream artists. Then there’s Pete Burns of “You Spin Me Round” fame, well-known androgenist along with aficionado of plastic surgery, and numerous underground too-bizarre-for-prime-time artists.
Bowie looks like an alien and people think him a genius. Michael Jackson goes pale and he’s a freak. Every day large numbers of girls get breast implants, people get nose jobs, lip implants, tummy tucks, all sorts of gimmicks to be “cute”. The Red Hot Chili Peppers have how many tatoos, piercings, shavings, and they’re “cool”.
Then look at behavior, whether violent (Phil Spector, Ike Turner, the guys in New Order, Bobby Brown, various gun-wielding rap artists), drug use (Johnny Winter, Sid Barrett, Hendrix, Guns ‘n Roses, Smashing Pumpkins), outrageous spending habits (Jimmy Page and his Aleister Crowley castle, Mariah Carey & her $125 million mansion, and too many other cases of diamonds and limos to count). Aside from Page’s mystical bent, there’s Neil Young’s love of toy trains, Ted Nugent’s gun and bow collection, Demi Moore’s collection of dollhouses (ok, not a musician), Perry Farrell’s burning cupie dolls, and I’m sure many more, some of them distinctly “childish”. And don’t even start on religious conversions that make Spinal Tap look moderate.
In a profession where whites like to act black, it certainly didn’t help Jackson to go the reverse, getting lighter by the decade, though it’s hard to imagine him playing with Slash while looking like he did on Off The Wall. But why are his image changes whack when George Clinton wearing dreads and a diaper is hip? All of this was before the pedophile charges. Was Jacko just too shy (like the Cocteau Twins, the world’s shyest band)? Or was there really something weird about him that made him stand out in a profession full of weirdos? I look at the video of Black and White, and I see him as as a kind of performance art, morphing himself from one profile to another. Perhaps that personal performance has to wait to be appreciated, still too far ahead of its time. We like our art to be artificial, and in that way Jackson’s might have been a bit too real for our comfort.
One artist I appreciate of late is Mickey Rourke, who took his box office pulling good looks and put them in a boxing ring, getting his face looking beat and pummelled and rugged and near-fossilized. Which looks like it means that now he can act, rather than just primp - he’s back in front of the camera with a presence he never had before. Maybe that’s the price of real success, being a freak even to yourself. As Kazantzakis’ St. Francis said, “All roads lead to the earth - God is an abyss - Jump!!!” And jump they did.












