Here are the photos, of me singing to Michael, next to Linnea:
Michael in Nosferatu Costume:
I was originally hired by Michael Jackson back in ’93, to paint FOUR murals of the Jackson 5 cartoons. I spoke with Joe Jackson, about conditions, earlier in the year. Artwork I’d done for Larry Parker’s restaurant had worked it’s way into Michael’s hands. I had recently overhauled Bazooka Joe for Topp’s Bubblegum, and at least had forethought to sign and print my name and number on the back. But this was not to be – the liars came out of the woodwork, and our project together came to a horrifying halt. I was heart-broken, as I'd designed some pretty cool stuff that never saw the light of day.
Then in May ’95, I was asked to sing at the Famous Monster’s convention at Universal City. We performed Thriller, and then Monster Mash. I also acted in a radio play live with Al Lewis, Adam West, and Jeff Rector. Al was the “Bad Bat” in the family, and I of course, wound up with Robin at the end. It was great fun.
Linnea and I then performed "Thriller", followed by "The Monster Mash." with Bobby Pickett – complete with a thirty-piece orchestra, and two backup singers! Unfortunately during "Thriller", Linnea hogged the mike a bit, so I had to turn 90 degrees to sing into it. And what do you know? I sung directly at Michael, dressed up in his Nosferatu disguise off stage, waiting for the masquerade! I gave the song my all, because there I was: facing Michael.
Now to be fair, All of us on stage knew it was him – we had briefly spoken about Michael, and how to handle the situation before we went on. After having one of my fans showing up at my door with an AK-47 and threatening me, I knew exactly what to do: give him a normal evening. He dressed in costume, so we were going to treat him as a fan. So I, ahem, threatened the guys with bodily harm, if they uttered ONE WORD to the audience and broke the spell of him in disguise! We pulled it all off without a hitch. Everyone was a seasoned professional, and we were all smiles.
As we got off the stage, a very strong, latex gloved hand grasped arm…it was indeed Michael. I started to shake inward, not sure what to do. He simply said into my ear, “I like your voice.” I tried to walk away. He then pulled me closer towards him, which startled me, because even though I’m a seasoned comic artist myself, WTF was wrong with me!? How can this handsome man I don’t know, that I simply serenaded his own song to, make me melt on the spot into a little girly puddle? Heck, I don’t even listen to his songs, unless they come onto the radio! He then whispered even more, “But you don’t understand – I really like your voice!” We both just stood there, like two gawky teenagers. My head started spinning, as I felt something starting to flash in my head. Hmmm...low blood sugar, would be it.
Suffice it to say, I've nailed every faker, after this point. Because I NEVER posted the OTHER SHOE dropping, nor did I mention I danced in Jackson videos, early '80s!
SURPRISE TO THOSE WHO COME BACK TO LOOK! Yep, dig through those vids; I'm in some!
And yeah: we were invited to Neverland. I was invited there forever, ROFLMBO
KAPOW! BOOM! BAP! NA-NA-NA-NA, BATMAN! And yeah; he did come to see me at the Comicon, 2012, fools.