Those who flame me because I wrote that there was substance to the allegations made against Michael Jackson (re kids), please note; if you send more insulting messages, I'll just keep posting until it is perfectly clear to you:

"All Michael wanted to do was to teach us how to dance. He tried to teach us to dance using his hands and holding our hips. ... "

Who doesn't want to hold the hips of a teenage boy and swoon to the music ... I DON'T. But then ... I'm not ... one of them ... Oh, am I flaming Michael Jackson's fans? Jesus Juice to you! I take child abuse issues very seriously. Deep bias based on celebrity worship drives his advocates.

Michael Jackson was on the speaker-phone, we were on mute, and this was one strange conversation.

The self-proclaimed King of Pop was begging me to send on over a bunch of teenagers I managed so they could hang out with him. I began to see the funny side. Who wouldn't?

New Edition were back then the hottest teen band in America, with a string of hits and two smash albums, and the group were about to be the launchpad of the career of Bobby Brown, a second front-man whose charisma promised even better things to come for him and me. He had no fear. None.

The quartet quickly grew tired of Jackson because all he wanted to do was teach them to dance, eat popcorn and drink pop.

Eventually their security manager, Kaliho, had to get them the hell out of there because the boys wanted to beat the shit out of Michael. They wanted to get high and watch porno. Not get dancing lessons from someone who had never really grown up.

I remember afterwards one of them, seriously pissed, calling me. He said: "All Michael wanted to do was to teach us how to dance. He tried to teach us to dance using his hands and holding our hips. He made us watch home movies of him doing gigs at Disney when he was a kid. Steve, all we wanted to do was to smoke and watch Debbie Does Dallas. He was one sad motherfucker."

Michael Jackson was on the speaker-phone, we were on mute, and this was one strange conversation.

The self-proclaimed King of Pop was begging me to send on over a bunch of teenagers I managed so they could hang out with him. I began to see the funny side. Who wouldn't?

New Edition were back then the hottest teen band in America, with a string of hits and two smash albums, and the group were about to be the launchpad of the career of Bobby Brown, a second front-man whose charisma promised even better things to come for him and me. He had no fear. None.

The quartet quickly grew tired of Jackson because all he wanted to do was teach them to dance, eat popcorn and drink pop.

Eventually their security manager, Kaliho, had to get them the hell out of there because the boys wanted to beat the shit out of Michael. They wanted to get high and watch porno. Not get dancing lessons from someone who had never really grown up.

I remember afterwards one of them, seriously pissed, calling me. He said: "All Michael wanted to do was to teach us how to dance. He tried to teach us to dance using his hands and holding our hips. He made us watch home movies of him doing gigs at Disney when he was a kid. Steve, all we wanted to do was to smoke and watch Debbie Does Dallas. He was one sad motherfucker."

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/features/excess-all-areas-a-life-in-rocknroll-1764965.html