Podcast appearances and mentions of Conrad Murray

Am 25. Juni 2009 stand für eine kurze Zeit die Erde still, als in den Medien verbreitet wurde, dass der legendäre King of Pop, Michael Jackson im Alter von 50 Jahren verstorben ist. Die genaue Todesart kennt da noch keiner. Doch für den Gerichtsmediziner Ed Winter ist schnell ersichtlich. Michael Jackson starb an einem Herzstillstand, ausgelöst durch eine Überdosierung des Narkosemittels Propofol, welches ihm durch seinen Leibarzt Dr. Conrad Murray verabreicht wurde. Michaels Tod, wird zu einem Tötungsdelikt. An diesem Morgen anwesend war auch Michaels Sicherheitschef Faheem Mohammad. Der später seinen Dienst bei P. Diddy anfing, und unter dem Namen Mr. Fixit bekannt ist. Steht P. Diddy wirklich im Zusammenhang mit dem Tod des King of Pops?

Greetings, bonjour, what's happening?I thought I'd write a thing, being that on Thursday (24th) I'm doing an event which is celebrating 10 years of Beats & Elements at Camden People's Theatre, in London. B&E is the theatre company I co-set up back, with my good pal Conrad Murray. EnjoyLINKS MENTIONED IN THE PEICENO MILK FOR THE FOXES FULL SHOW - filmed at Camden People's Theatre 2015NO MILK FOR THE FOXES TRAILERNO MILK FOR THE FOXES MUSIC VIDEOHIGH RISE ESTATE OF MIND TRAILIERHIGH RISE SOUNDTRACK ON SPOITFYBEATS & ELEMENTS: A HIP HOP THEATRE TRILOGY This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cree.substack.com

In this episode of True Crime Deep Dive, we unravel the complicated story of Faheem Muhammad, the man who worked as head of security for both Michael Jackson and Sean “Diddy” Combs. Known as a "Mr. Fixit," Muhammad is alleged to have had the power to smooth over legal issues and make serious problems with law enforcement disappear. We delve into his critical role during Michael Jackson's final days, his testimony during the trial of Dr. Conrad Murray, and the disturbing allegations that he helped cover up violent incidents for Diddy, including a shooting involving Diddy's son. We also explore the broader implications of Muhammad's influence, his ties to the Nation of Islam, and the growing legal battles surrounding Diddy. As the lawsuits against Diddy continue to pile up, the question remains: Is Faheem Muhammad simply a bodyguard, or did his role involve far more than just security? Join us as we explore the allegations, uncover the patterns of behavior, and examine how one man became so deeply embedded in the lives of two of the world's most famous and controversial figures.    Want to listen to ALL of our podcasts AD-FREE? Subscribe through APPLE PODCASTS, and try it for three days free: https://tinyurl.com/ycw626tj Follow Our Other Cases: https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com The latest on The Downfall of Diddy, The Trial of Karen Read, The Murder Of Maddie Soto, Catching the Long Island Serial Killer, Awaiting Admission: BTK's Unconfessed Crimes, Delphi Murders: Inside the Crime, Chad & Lori Daybell, The Murder of Ana Walshe, Alex Murdaugh, Bryan Kohberger, Lucy Letby, Kouri Richins, Malevolent Mormon Mommys, Justice for Harmony Montgomery, The Murder of Stephen Smith, The Murder of Madeline Kingsbury, The Murder Of Sandra Birchmore, and much more! Listen at https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com 

In this episode of True Crime Deep Dive, we unravel the complicated story of Faheem Muhammad, the man who worked as head of security for both Michael Jackson and Sean “Diddy” Combs. Known as a "Mr. Fixit," Muhammad is alleged to have had the power to smooth over legal issues and make serious problems with law enforcement disappear. We delve into his critical role during Michael Jackson's final days, his testimony during the trial of Dr. Conrad Murray, and the disturbing allegations that he helped cover up violent incidents for Diddy, including a shooting involving Diddy's son. We also explore the broader implications of Muhammad's influence, his ties to the Nation of Islam, and the growing legal battles surrounding Diddy. As the lawsuits against Diddy continue to pile up, the question remains: Is Faheem Muhammad simply a bodyguard, or did his role involve far more than just security? Join us as we explore the allegations, uncover the patterns of behavior, and examine how one man became so deeply embedded in the lives of two of the world's most famous and controversial figures.    Want to listen to ALL of our podcasts AD-FREE? Subscribe through APPLE PODCASTS, and try it for three days free: https://tinyurl.com/ycw626tj Follow Our Other Cases: https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com The latest on The Downfall of Diddy, The Trial of Karen Read, The Murder Of Maddie Soto, Catching the Long Island Serial Killer, Awaiting Admission: BTK's Unconfessed Crimes, Delphi Murders: Inside the Crime, Chad & Lori Daybell, The Murder of Ana Walshe, Alex Murdaugh, Bryan Kohberger, Lucy Letby, Kouri Richins, Malevolent Mormon Mommys, Justice for Harmony Montgomery, The Murder of Stephen Smith, The Murder of Madeline Kingsbury, The Murder Of Sandra Birchmore, and much more! Listen at https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com 

In this episode of True Crime Deep Dive, we unravel the complicated story of Faheem Muhammad, the man who worked as head of security for both Michael Jackson and Sean “Diddy” Combs. Known as a "Mr. Fixit," Muhammad is alleged to have had the power to smooth over legal issues and make serious problems with law enforcement disappear. We delve into his critical role during Michael Jackson's final days, his testimony during the trial of Dr. Conrad Murray, and the disturbing allegations that he helped cover up violent incidents for Diddy, including a shooting involving Diddy's son. We also explore the broader implications of Muhammad's influence, his ties to the Nation of Islam, and the growing legal battles surrounding Diddy. As the lawsuits against Diddy continue to pile up, the question remains: Is Faheem Muhammad simply a bodyguard, or did his role involve far more than just security? Join us as we explore the allegations, uncover the patterns of behavior, and examine how one man became so deeply embedded in the lives of two of the world's most famous and controversial figures.    Want to listen to ALL of our podcasts AD-FREE? Subscribe through APPLE PODCASTS, and try it for three days free: https://tinyurl.com/ycw626tj Follow Our Other Cases: https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com The latest on The Downfall of Diddy, The Trial of Karen Read, The Murder Of Maddie Soto, Catching the Long Island Serial Killer, Awaiting Admission: BTK's Unconfessed Crimes, Delphi Murders: Inside the Crime, Chad & Lori Daybell, The Murder of Ana Walshe, Alex Murdaugh, Bryan Kohberger, Lucy Letby, Kouri Richins, Malevolent Mormon Mommys, Justice for Harmony Montgomery, The Murder of Stephen Smith, The Murder of Madeline Kingsbury, The Murder Of Sandra Birchmore, and much more! Listen at https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com 

#truecrime #matthewperry #podcast Link to this episode on YouTube: https://youtube.com/live/q6NjziFFjqY Today, we discuss Matthew Perry's death and the Doctors who illegally obtained ketamine, which caused his death. We will explore the parallels of Michael Jackson's death at the hands of Dr. Conrad Murray and the opioid documentaries "Crime of the Century" and "American Pain", both available on the MAX streaming platform. I also dive into my thoughts regarding addiction and the chorus of sycophants that often surround high-profile people experiencing substance use disorders. Rest easy, Matthew Perry. You were loved by millions. Background on the case: Dr. Mark Chavez has pleaded guilty to one count of conspiring to distribute ketamine in connection with the death of actor Matthew Perry. Chavez, a San Diego-based physician, was one of five individuals charged in the case. He admitted to illegally obtaining ketamine and transferring it to another doctor, Dr. Salvador Plasencia, who then sold it to Perry's assistant. Perry died from the "acute effects of ketamine" in October 2023. Chavez now faces up to 10 years in prison. Other defendants in the case include Plasencia, who has pleaded not guilty, and Kenneth Iwamasa, Perry's assistant, who has also pleaded guilty. The case has raised significant attention due to the involvement of multiple medical professionals and Perry's tragic death. Ways to Support this channel: ➡️ Buy Me A Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/collierlandry ➡️ Shop Using My Amazon Affiliate Link (It's FREE!): https://www.amazon.com/shop/collierlandry ➡️ VENMO: https://www.venmo.com/u/collier-landry ➡️ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/collierlandry ➡️ Merch Store: https://www.collierlandry.com/store • Sources used in this video may include public news sites, interviews, court documents, dedicated Facebook groups, and news channel segments. When quoting others, their statements are considered alleged until confirmed. It's important to note that my videos reflect my independent opinion, and I encourage you to do your own research. • Disclaimer: All defendants are presumed innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. The views expressed in this video are personal and may not represent the official position of any agency, organization, employer, or company. The assumptions made are solely the creator's own. These views are subject to change and should not be considered permanent. I do not guarantee the accuracy, completeness, suitability, or validity of the information in this video, and I am not liable for any errors, omissions, or damages resulting from its use. All information is provided as-is. It is your responsibility to verify the facts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In dieser Folge sprechen wir über Michael Jacksons letzte Stunden und die tragischen Fehler seines Arztes, Dr. Conrad Murray, der ihm das Narkosemittel Propofol ohne angemessene Überwachung verabreichte, was zu seinem Tod führte. Wir beleuchten nicht nur die medizinischen Fehlentscheidungen, sondern teilen auch unsere eigenen Erinnerungen an den Schockmoment, als die Welt vom Tod des „King of Pop“ erfuhr. Zudem werfen wir einen Blick auf die zahlreichen Verschwörungstheorien. Eine Traurige Folge die längst überfällig war.

【欢迎订阅】每天早上5:30，准时更新。【阅读原文】标题：As Matthew Perry discovered, there seems to be a fine line between doctor and drug dealer in Hollywood正文：“I loved the way I dedicated my services to her,” wrote Dr Conrad Murray of his “most noble” patient. “It was totally selfless because when I agreed to serve her, I literally had no idea that she was then widely known.” Sure, sure. And the name of that patient, which I feel certain this most self-effacing physician might be persuaded to offer up? “The world renowned quintessential nun who is now a saint: Mother Teresa.”知识点：dedicate v. /ˈdedɪkeɪt/ to give a lot of your time and effort to a particular activity or purpose because you think it is important把…奉献给• She dedicates herself to her work.她献⾝于⾃⼰的⼯作。• He dedicated his life to helping the poor.他毕⽣致⼒于帮助穷⼈。获取外刊的完整原文以及精讲笔记，请关注微信公众号「早安英文」，回复“外刊”即可。更多有意思的英语干货等着你！【节目介绍】《早安英文-每日外刊精读》，带你精读最新外刊，了解国际最热事件：分析语法结构，拆解长难句，最接地气的翻译，还有重点词汇讲解。所有选题均来自于《经济学人》《纽约时报》《华尔街日报》《华盛顿邮报》《大西洋月刊》《科学杂志》《国家地理》等国际一线外刊。【适合谁听】1、关注时事热点新闻，想要学习最新最潮流英文表达的英文学习者2、任何想通过地道英文提高听、说、读、写能力的英文学习者3、想快速掌握表达，有出国学习和旅游计划的英语爱好者4、参加各类英语考试的应试者（如大学英语四六级、托福雅思、考研等）【你将获得】1、超过1000篇外刊精读课程，拓展丰富语言表达和文化背景2、逐词、逐句精确讲解，系统掌握英语词汇、听力、阅读和语法3、每期内附学习笔记，包含全文注释、长难句解析、疑难语法点等，帮助扫除阅读障碍。

TRIGGER WARNING: This episode discusses sexual abuse.   Michael Jackson died 15 years ago, on June 25, 2009, so today the guys discuss his life and his controversies (2:56). They talk about Jackson's early life, the success of the Jackson 5 and the abuse he  allegedly suffered at the hands of his father, Joe Jackson. They then discuss the success of his early solo records and the blockbuster success of ‘Thriller'. They also discuss his philanthropy and how that complicates people's feelings for the singer. They then discuss the allegations of abuse against Michael Jackson and the 2019 documentary ‘Leaving Neverland'.  The guys then try to reconcile how despite the allegations, Michael Jackson songs are still played to this day.    Since Jackson died of a propofol overdose, in the second half, the guys discuss this drug (24:11). Ali and Asif start off by going through the timeline of Jackson's death and discussing the other drugs that were in his system. They discuss how Jackson's personal doctor, Conrad Murray, administered benzodiazepines and propofol to Jackson. Asif discusses what propofol is, what it is commonly used for and the potential adverse effects. He then goes into detail about how propofol needs to be closely monitored when it is administered.  The opinions expressed are those of the hosts, and do not reflect those of any other organizations. This podcast and website represents the opinions of the hosts. The content here should not be taken as medical advice. The content here is for entertainment and informational purposes only, and because each person is so unique, please consult your healthcare professional for any medical questions.    Music courtesy of Wataboi and 8er41 from Pixabay   Contact us at doctorvcomedian@gmail.com   Follow us on Social media: Twitter: @doctorvcomedian Instagram:  doctorvcomedian Show Notes:  Inside the Jackson machine: https://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/article/jacksons-legacy-jackson-5 'We Are the World' at 30: 12 tales you might not know: https://www.usatoday.com/story/life/music/2015/01/27/we-are-the-world-30th-anniversary/22395455/ Michael Jackson: A Quarter-Century Of Sexual Abuse Allegations: https://www.npr.org/2019/03/05/699995484/michael-jackson-a-quarter-century-of-sexual-abuse-allegations Leaving Neverland: https://www.hbo.com/leaving-neverland Michael Jackson named top-earning dead celebrity for 5th time:https://www.cbc.ca/news/entertainment/forbes-dead-celeb-earnings-2017-1.4378882 Steven Tyler Confessed to ‘Crimes of Passion' With a 16-Year-Old in His Own Memoir: https://www.vice.com/en/article/v7v54d/steven-tyler-child-sexual-assault-lawsuit-memoir TIMELINE: Michael Jackson's Final Days https://abcnews.go.com/2020/MichaelJackson/michael-jackson-final-days-timeline-year-death-king/story?id=10974394 Propofol: https://www.drugs.com/monograph/propofol.html Propofol: https://www.drugs.com/monograph/propofol.htmlhttps://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK430884/ Concerns mount over misuse of anaesthetic propofol among US health professionals: https://www.bmj.com/content/339/bmj.b3673 Lasker Foundation 2018: https://laskerfoundation.org/announcing-the-2018-lasker-award-winners/ Propofol and Green Urine: https://ekja.org/journal/view.php?doi=10.4097/kjae.2013.65.2.177 Propofol-Induced Priapism, a Case Confirmed with Rechallenge: https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/10.1345/aph.1G555 Michael Jackson's doctor was much admired but financially strapped: https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-2010-feb-08-la-me-conrad-murray8-2010feb08-story.html Probe Into Matthew Perry's Acquisition of Ketamine That Led to His Death Has Multiple Suspects: https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/general-news/matthew-perry-death-investigation-multiple-suspects-1235933163/

In this episode of "Hidden Killers With Tony Brueski," Tony discusses the tragic death of Matthew Perry with former Felony Prosecutor and attorney Eric Faddis. Perry, known for his struggles with addiction, was found with high levels of ketamine in his system, far exceeding the amounts prescribed by his doctor. The conversation explores the complexities of tracing the source of ketamine, which can involve clinics or unlicensed providers rather than typical street dealers. Faddis explains the legal challenges in such cases, noting the potential for charges if it's proven that the ketamine was negligently supplied, resulting in Perry's death. They also discuss the broader implications of such cases, drawing parallels to the Conrad Murray and Michael Jackson case but emphasizing the differences, particularly Perry's own involvement in taking the drug. The episode highlights the legal and ethical issues surrounding prescription drug distribution and the responsibilities of providers in preventing misuse. **Main Points:** - Matthew Perry's death involved high levels of ketamine, raising questions about its source. - Tracing ketamine sources can involve clinics and providers rather than typical street dealers. - Legal complexities in proving negligent distribution of ketamine leading to Perry's death. - Potential charges could include involuntary homicide if gross negligence is proven. - Comparison to Conrad Murray and Michael Jackson case, highlighting differences in circumstances. - Importance of causation in legal proceedings for drug-related deaths. - Broader implications for prescription drug distribution and provider responsibilities. **Hashtags:** #KarenRead #EricFaddis #TonyBrueski #MatthewPerry #Ketamine #PrescriptionDrugs #InvoluntaryHomicide Want to listen to ALL of our podcasts AD-FREE? Subscribe through APPLE PODCASTS, and try it for three days free: https://tinyurl.com/ycw626tj Follow Our Other Cases: https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com The latest on The Downfall of Diddy, The Trial of Karen Read, The Murder Of Maddie Soto, Catching the Long Island Serial Killer, Awaiting Admission: BTK's Unconfessed Crimes, Delphi Murders: Inside the Crime, Chad & Lori Daybell, The Murder of Ana Walshe, Alex Murdaugh, Bryan Kohberger, Lucy Letby, Kouri Richins, Malevolent Mormon Mommys, Justice for Harmony Montgomery, The Murder of Stephen Smith, The Murder of Madeline Kingsbury, and much more! Listen at https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com

In this episode of "Hidden Killers With Tony Brueski," Tony discusses the tragic death of Matthew Perry with former Felony Prosecutor and attorney Eric Faddis. Perry, known for his struggles with addiction, was found with high levels of ketamine in his system, far exceeding the amounts prescribed by his doctor. The conversation explores the complexities of tracing the source of ketamine, which can involve clinics or unlicensed providers rather than typical street dealers. Faddis explains the legal challenges in such cases, noting the potential for charges if it's proven that the ketamine was negligently supplied, resulting in Perry's death. They also discuss the broader implications of such cases, drawing parallels to the Conrad Murray and Michael Jackson case but emphasizing the differences, particularly Perry's own involvement in taking the drug. The episode highlights the legal and ethical issues surrounding prescription drug distribution and the responsibilities of providers in preventing misuse. **Main Points:** - Matthew Perry's death involved high levels of ketamine, raising questions about its source. - Tracing ketamine sources can involve clinics and providers rather than typical street dealers. - Legal complexities in proving negligent distribution of ketamine leading to Perry's death. - Potential charges could include involuntary homicide if gross negligence is proven. - Comparison to Conrad Murray and Michael Jackson case, highlighting differences in circumstances. - Importance of causation in legal proceedings for drug-related deaths. - Broader implications for prescription drug distribution and provider responsibilities. **Hashtags:** #KarenRead #EricFaddis #TonyBrueski #MatthewPerry #Ketamine #PrescriptionDrugs #InvoluntaryHomicide Want to listen to ALL of our podcasts AD-FREE? Subscribe through APPLE PODCASTS, and try it for three days free: https://tinyurl.com/ycw626tj Follow Our Other Cases: https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com The latest on The Downfall of Diddy, The Trial of Karen Read, The Murder Of Maddie Soto, Catching the Long Island Serial Killer, Awaiting Admission: BTK's Unconfessed Crimes, Delphi Murders: Inside the Crime, Chad & Lori Daybell, The Murder of Ana Walshe, Alex Murdaugh, Bryan Kohberger, Lucy Letby, Kouri Richins, Malevolent Mormon Mommys, Justice for Harmony Montgomery, The Murder of Stephen Smith, The Murder of Madeline Kingsbury, and much more! Listen at https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com

On November 7, 2011, Dr. Conrad Murray was convicted for involuntary manslaughter in the death of Michael Jackson. With the tragic chapter finally closed, Michael's fans could once again reflect on his unmatched career and indelible legacy, from his groundbreaking music and electrifying performances, to his enduring influence on music and culture. Hosts: Jason Beckerman & Derek Kaufman Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Michael Jackson died 15 years ago today, on June 29, 2009, at age 50, after suffering cardiac arrest. Jackson began his path to stardom at the tender age of five as the lead singer of his family band, The Jackson 5. The record-breaking success of his album "Thriller," which remains the best-selling album of all time, solidified him as a music legend. Jackson experienced cardiac arrest at his home under the care of his physician, Dr. Conrad Murray. Murray was later found guilty of involuntary manslaughter for his improper administration of powerful prescription medications that led to Jackson's untimely death. However, Michael Jackson's legacy lives on through his iconic music. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Fifteen years ago this week, on June 25, 2009, Michael Jackson died of an overdose of the anesthetic propofol, and blame was cast at Dr. Conrad Murray, the man accused of giving him the lethal dose. But Michael Jackson's death was decades in the making, stemming from an horrific on-stage accident that sparked a prescription drug addiction, which was then fed by physicians trying to curry favor with their famous client, and exacerbated by all of those who were more interested in getting him back on stage to make money than in saving his life. Hosts: Jason Beckerman & Derek Kaufman Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Als Musiker und Tänzer setzt er neue Maßstäbe, wird zum Weltstar - und zur tragischen Skandalfigur. Am 25.6.2009 stirbt Michael Jackson durch ein Narkosemittel. Von Andrea Klasen.

Hi friends, happy Wednesday! People put their lives in the hands of doctors every day, but what if those doctors aren't so trustworthy? We've got a pair of crazy stories for you today...  Dr. Max "Feelgood"  Jacobson, who spent his career injecting politicians and Hollywood elite with his "feelgood" amphetamine vitamin cocktail till they were hooked, and Dr. Conrad Murray, the man who gave Michael Jackson a lethal dose of sedatives. But how did these crooked doctors get away with it for so long? I appreciate you for coming by, and tune in next week for more Dark History. Want some cool Bailey Merch? Shop Dark History Merch: https://www.baileysarian.com _______ You can find the Dark History podcast on Apple, Spotify, wherever you listen to your podcasts, and every Thursday here on my YouTube for the visual side of things. Apple Podcast- https://www.apple.co/darkhistory Dark History Merch-  https://www.baileysarian.com _______ FOLLOW ME AROUND  Tik Tok: https://bit.ly/3e3jL9v Instagram: http://bit.ly/2nbO4PR Facebook: http://bit.ly/2mdZtK6 Twitter: http://bit.ly/2yT4BLV Pinterest: http://bit.ly/2mVpXnY Youtube: http://bit.ly/1HGw3Og Snapchat: https://bit.ly/3cC0V9d Discord: https://discord.gg/BaileySarian RECOMMEND A STORY HERE: cases4bailey@gmail.com  Business Related Emails: baileysarianteam@wmeagency.com Business Related Mail:  Bailey Sarian  4400 W. Riverside Dr., Ste 110-300  Burbank, CA 91505 _______ Go to https://www.Hungryroot.com/darkhistory, to get 40% off your first delivery and get your free veggies. Visit https://www.Audible.com/DARKHISTORY or text DARKHISTORY to 500-500. New users can try Audible premium plus for free for 30 days.  Indulge in affordable luxury! Go to https://www.Quince.com/darkhistory for free shipping on your order and 365-day returns. 

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Easy! If you enjoy this and would like to support my work, you can subscribe to this and or make a dontion on Ki Fi - BUY-ME-A-LAGER https://ko-fi.com/paulcree Greetings, bonjour, what's happening Welcome to Lager Time, fellow patrons of the Lager Nation, as we unwind, we let the lager flow and free our collective minds, or some such bollox.Yes indeed. Apologies for the short absence, these last few weeks I didn't quite anticipate it being this long but here we are, such is life. I am at times, a little disorganised but I've also been pretty busy. There's been a lot of back and forth to London, days at a time, meaning I'm away for my little home studio, there's been a couple of funerals, two weeks in a row, which have both been on Friday's, which is normally my day for putting the podcast out; so I'm sure you'll understand,So what have I been doing? Couple of weeks back, I had the pleasure of working at the Battersea Arts Centre, a place which I've done lots of stuff over the last 14 years, mate. It was the place I first got involved in theatre, had my first professional performing jobs, as well my first jobs, my first assistant roles doing workshop, met Conrad Murray etc etc.So I was back working with the almighty Beatbox Academy (who I've worked with, on and off, for many years.) It was the opening week for their latest show, Pied Piper, which is a re-telling of the classic-story, as hip hop musical, sounds it's all beats, bars, and a lot of singing and some pretty sublime harmonies and melodies. All the sounds are made on stage, by the cast and it's pretty damn good.Conrad Murray, who is the creator of the show and co-director with Ria Parry. Con is a good pal of mine, we set up Beats & Elements together (ten years ago now) – and I know all the cast too, some of which are good friends of mine. Yes I'm biased, but the show is a banger, mate! Fun for all the family.The whole run sold-out and it's had some really good reviews so far, and it now goes on tour, next stop Canterbury if you're down there. So there's a part of the show, which involves some of the younger members of the academy, which I was co-leading on. It was fun, got to go on stage twice a day, to packed out audiences who were having a great time. It was a fun week.I also stepped-up and performed at the Anti-Slam, which is a tongue-in-cheek, satirical take on a poetry slam. It was at the very cool Pleasence Theatre in London. The night itself was really fun, my bit could've gone better to be honest. I really enjoyed writing it, learning it, but I don't think it landed that well on the night. Oh well, sometimes you try these things. I think also, some of the other acts were simply very good. Large up Kareem Parkins Brown who won on the night, and was very entertaining.I also this week passed my driving test, so well done me. First time and all that. 40 years old, mate. Think I got a bit lucky. Means I've got get a little motor now, and generally become a bit more useful to my wife and my family. Which is good, I hopeAlright, so, onto this week's little Young Unprofessional piece. It's the final piece in this first little foray into doing this stuff. Just Another Day(Te) – little wordplay there. I managed to sneakily record it on Tuesday but my little doggies were making a lot of noise which you may hear on the recording. I've enjoyed doing this, I don't know if anyone else has, but you know, I'm only dong this because I like doing it. I want to take a bit of time and go back through them, look at the form of it, so what I can do more of etc etc.  I've got a few older pieces in the Reece character which I might record and put out, for posterity purposes. But well see, mate. As ever, everything on here is a work-in-progress, like my Anti-Slam gig, some things work, some don't, that's the game mate.In the meantime, I've been slowly adding old poems and lyrics, complete with video or audio, onto my website if you fancy taking a look - https://paulcree.co.uk/lyricsandpoemsSome more links below to support my work (or in the podcast description)That's it for nowI'll be back with something, probably in a couple of weeks timeKeep it Larger than lifePeas and tatersPaulIf you're able to, these are ways you can support my workTHE SUBURBAN BOOKMy 1st book collection of stories and poemswww.paulcree.co.uk/shopBeats & Elements: A Hip Hop Theatre Trilogy2 plays I co-wrote plus Denmarked by Conrad Murrayhttps://paulcree.co.uk/shop/beats-and-elements-a-hip-hop-theatre-trilogySTREAM TOAST IN THE MACHINE EPhttps://paulcree.hearnow.com/toast-in-the-machineBUY-ME-A-LAGERhttps://ko-fi.com/paulcreeSHOW LINKSPiped Piper @ The Gulbenjier, Canterbury Dec 6th 10thhttps://thegulbenkian.co.uk/events/pied-piper/Kareem Parkins Brown – Poethttps://www.instagram.com/parkinsbrown/Conrad Murrayhttps://www.conradmurray.org/Just Another Day(te)So we'd agreed Thursday for the date with Alice. Date. Can't believe I'm saying that, what happened to just, having a drink? Going a drink? Anyway, it was a Thursday. ‘ave that Stuart, a Thursday, priorities, mate! Be At One cocktail bar in Holborn. Despite vowing to not tell anyone, I told pretty much everyone; which totals about seven people. Such as to say, whilst I was making my way there, I received three text messages all wishing me good luck. Even Diane from work sent me one?! Diane… was she hinting at… na.Do people do that before someone goes on a date, though? Surely for some cosmopolitan young twenty something Londoner, especially a geezer, who probably does this type of thing all time all the time, they don't get those sorts of messages, do they? It was hard not to read too much into those texts. It felt as if they're were saying ‘Reece, we don't know how this has happened, or how desperate this person is, but you're going on a date, good luck, son, you'll need it'-  but it did make me realise I probably shouldn't have told anyone, probably. I was a bit embarrassed, I don't like drawing attention to myself like that, it's to exposing.  Even Gary sent me a good luck message, of sorts. It said ‘Do the business, mate, you can't be a nonce your whole life.' He meant well.I went straight from work. Got changed in the carzi. Took off my work shirt, and changed into a long-sleeved blue one that I'd bought in Topman. Kept, my work trousers and shoes on. I guess I looked kind of smart? It was about as smart as I'd get. Ideally, I'd least have the Air Max on, and maybe a Lacoste polo, letting her know I've got the street-geezer edge, little bit hip hop little bit football casual, but I was worried this bar would have a dress-code. Fucking dress codes. I didn't want to be late, so I got there early, like really early, and walked over to the bar. I don't normally go in cocktail bars, only really when I'm on dates, or birthday parties. I don't really go on dates, and don't have that many mates, so I don't really go in cocktail bars; unless it's some work doo. Basically, I don't go in cocktail bars. I looked inside and it was packed full of young 20's and 30's types. Some in couples, some in groups, some looking like the post-work crowd; still boozing. I figured it was too early to go in, especially on my ones, so I bopped round to The Crown, safer-ground, where I'd met that prick Stuart Simmons a few weeks before; he who put me onto this Gumtree online dating caper. It'd come full circle.‘Look at me now Stuart, I've made it, I'm on a date, you can't laugh at me now… and I've still got your Spiderman Game on the PS1! I'm gonna make love to this girl with that on in the background, on pause, just looping around. And what, bruv?!'He's a prick, but I guess he had done something good here. Alice seems really nice, from the computer anyway. And she's a teacher, with like, a proper job, a career. I'm probably out of depth here. There was a lot at stake. I was excited, and nervous, and anxious; I'd been thinking about it all day, all week. I pretty much did nothing back at work, which is only slightly less than what I normally do.I got a pint of that Alpine lager in, told myself I had time to kill, so sip it slow. Yea. Something else must've kicked in and overrode that internal command, because I did it in about four gulps; without even noticing. It's like I couldn't help myself, like my right hand was a magnet to the glass and my elbow was automated to go up and down and I didn't know where the off-button was. It just goes down to easy. I was trying to read a copy of the Metro on the table, but no words were going into my brain. Just staring a picture of Frank Lampard celebrating a goal for Chelsea. I wonder what Frank Lampard would be doing in my position.All I could think about were various scenarios of me impressing Alice, with my suave free-spirit-creative-vibes, but with the coating of a geezer who's got a bit about him. Not some posh kid who writes poetry on a tree-protest. Obviously. She needed to know that I was good guy, but I weren't no melt, like Stuart Simmons, or any of his London mates.Three pints later and I had half-an hour before we were due to meet. I was gassed-up and already fizzing with that lager buzz, feeling good but also like I shouldn't have drunk all that booze, a few burps slipping-out, worried that I might've already crossed that threshold, when talk just goes into turbo breeze and I'm just spouting hot air, like a malfunctioning kettle close to boiling point or more like implosion.I slipped in to the carzy for a Pat Cash and a sneaky spray of a Hugo Boss miniature, that I'd bought off Kemal from work, he had a load of them so I bought a set; some mate of his that worked in Duty Free or something; was getting job-lots of them. Whilst I was washing my hands, I noticed the jonny machine. Up until that point, the thought of banging, sleeping together, hadn't even occurred to me. I'd been pretty much entirely focused on hoping she was cool, whilst not making a complete dickhead out of myself, which I was at permanent risk of doing. It'd been a good while since I'd even got close to a chick like that, for even a kiss, let alone anything else. What was I meant to do here? I certainly wasn't planning on bangs, I felt lucky enough to even have a toenail in the door with a chick, a girl, a female, a lady, a women, with a job, and a career, and opinions, and a sense of humour, who seemed really nice, and funny, this was far from a sealed deal. Yet, what am I meant to do here? There's clearly some sort of rules to this caper; rules which have passed me by. If it went well, and things heated up a bit, she might think I was naïve if I didn't have them? Or reckless? But then, if I did, she might think I'm too presumptuous? Arrogant even? Disrespectful? I didn't want to be any of those things. This debacle was stressing me out. I stood there by the sink and wondered if many a geezer had been in this predicament, like Frank Lampard, where, whatever you did, you were probably gonna get it wrong. I thought about texting Gary, but then I knew what he would likely say. I had no idea what Frank Lampard would say, probably some football platitude about the lads putting in a good shift. So I rung Stuart, he laughed and told me to buy them, just to be on the safe side, figuratively and literally. Good advice, I thought and despite being a melt, he seemed to have done alright with the ladies of late. It's like he came into his own at uni or something. Lord knows how, he played Warhammer when we were kids, not even I had the temerity to do that (though I can't lie, I was tempted.)So I bought a pack of jonnies. The process of popping a couple of nuggets in the machine and the packet coming out, made me feel good, like a man, or something, sort of. I actually had a reason to be buying jonnies, for once. I was hoping another geezer would come in the carzy, like Frank Lampard, and see me buying the jonnies, like it's nothing, and give me that nod of respect. Not like back when we were teens when we'd would take turns to buy them in the shopping centre toilets, fill them up with water and throw them off the top floor.I stuck the rubbers in my pocket, which left a bit of a bulge but I had nowhere else to put them.  Bowled out that carzy, three pints in, a bit lagered-up, jonnies in my pocket, wearing that alpha-male swag like I'd just bought it from a fancy dress shop; felt good though, even if I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. Being half-cut at least made me forget, how woefully unprepared I was, for any of this.Alice sent me a text saying she was running ten minutes late. I could deal with that, I thought, and my fears were numbed enough from those pre-pints to step into the cocktail place on my Jack Jones. She messaged me, which to me was a good-sign, she hadn't ghosted me yet, like that time in year nine when Natalie Longden agreed to go to the cinema with me, but never turned up and I stood outside the ABC for two hours.It looked like a few of the post-work boozers had cleared out as a couple of tables had come free. Stepped up to the bar, picked up a menu and looked at it for all of about ten seconds; there were multiple cocktails on there, none of which I knew what they were, and I didn't have the patience to read the ingredients; so I got another pint in; they had kronenburg on tap; which considering I was three pints in, on an empty stomach, weren't the best idea. Kroenburg was in the naughty club; up there with Stella; personal favourite of mine, but I knew to tread carefully. I had a penchant for the naughty lagers but had gotton myself in trouble on those, many, many times before. But there were other forces at work here, familiarity won out, revealing I know nothing about cocktails, or much else for that matter.I sat, or perched, like a budgie, on this awkwardly high stool by the awkwardly high, tiny round table. Who actually wants to sit at these? They're so uncomfortable. I took regular small sips of the pint, and kept the phone in my hand, routinely reading the messages she'd sent me, nodding my head along to the generic house music, which was just about at background level, that no one else was listening too. I'd gone from feeling alright to shaking, and I couldn't stop tapping my foot, to the point where I wobbled the table and spilt a bit of the pint, which went on my hand and on my shirt. I managed to get some napkin form the bar, to wipe off the booze, some of which had also gone on my phone, when Alice rung me. Shit. I sort of panicked and said ‘hello' – voice going up an octave, and could about make out a female voice with a slight northern accent, saying‘I'm here, where are you?'I look up, and no more than ten metres away is this small, petit girl with dark blonde hair, with glasses, shoulder length, wearing a cream jacket, with a big clutch bag on her shoulder, blue jeans, flat converse trainers, standing there on her phone, looking around. She looked alright, bit small, but shit, alright, mate. And she's wearing trainers. Should've worn mine!‘I think I can see you ‘I said, napkin stuck to my arm, which I'd just realised. She turns round and sort of clocks me and walks forward. I unstuck the tissue, awkwardly climbed off my perch to greet her.  She looked kind of tentative walking towards me. Fair enough, I'm a stranger, you don't know me etc. I might be a nonce or something, which I'm not, obviously, or wait maybe it's not that obvious? Shit, I hope not. But she don't know that I'm not a nonce, so she was tentative, nervous. Like me.  Maybe she's  a nonce?As she's walking towards me, I'm thinking; what do I here? Is this a handshake thing, a hug thing, a kiss on the cheek thing? A two kiss on the cheek thing? What would Frank Lampard do? But before I knew it, I'd gone for some clumsy hybrid of a handshake and a hug and almost like fell into her. I got close enough to know her head came pretty much just by my chest, and that she smelled nice, even if she did have to lean back to avoid me crashing into her..‘Sorry' I said, I weren't quite sure what to do there.'She laughed though, and said ‘hello, I'm Alice.' It was a nervous laugh, but you know, understandable. ‘It's alright', she said, ‘we can hug.' And we hugged, and she still smelt nice.As first impressions go, I don't think I was doing that well. She had to climb a bit to get on the stool, and laughed while doing it. Do I laugh here? Is that appropriate? That would draw attention to her petiteness and I don't think I'd earned that right yet. But we get into the small talk anyway, how's your journey and your day so far and all that caper. I can do that bit, but I could already hear the wind-chimes indicating that I could unleash a whirlwind of turbo breeze at any minute, and talk a load of complete bollox, scaring her away. Had a cursory glance at my pint and I was already two thirds down. Do you want a drink, I said? She said ,yes please, and asked me to choose her a cocktail, that's a good sign right, bit flirty, but shit, she's gonna realise I know nothing about cocktails. I came back with a Long Island ice tea because that's the only one I'd heard of. She looked surprise and went, ‘ok, that's a strong one'. Not sure what that meant, though, but I don't think it was good.At the bar I spied they had bottles of Peroni so I downgraded myself to that, I had to keep the storm at bay, otherwise all hell would break loose, and I was already close. I was at the four-pint threshold with no food and a big potato sack of nerves, raging through me. This was a terrible combination; this was going to take all my mental powers to hold it together.She seemed a bit reserved, and was looking around a bit, whilst we were talking, this wasn't a good sign. I was trying to compensate for this with more chat, which was increasingly looking like bollox. However, I'd noticed she had a slight northern accent and asked her where she was from. She seemed receptive to this question and told me she was from some town in Lancashire, which she said was a bit of a dump but didn't mind it, as it was where she grew up, I respected that. Came to London for uni and stayed ever since. I then got her talking about her job, and what she liked about it, which was good because it meant I wasn't talking, and I knew a little bit about teaching. She genuinely seemed to love her job, some little primary school in Notting Hill and the more she talked, the more cool she seemed. She had a lovely smile. Slight gap between the teeth but it was cute. Not the best looking chick ever, but you know, she was alright. She then asked me the same question. I guess that's what this game is, when you're both a bit nervous, and trying to be polite, you ask each other questions and while they're talking you try to think of something witty to say whilst also trying to not be a dickhead; which for me, was proving very, very difficult. I told her about New Town, and growing up there and never really doing much.‘So you just came to London then? No uni?'Pretty much I said, expecting to think I was some kind of looser. From the sounds of it, where she's from, geezers like me don't leave. Which was a bit like New Town. I guess I am a bit different in that respect. Good for you she said, Uni was the only way I was ever gonna get out.We get on to the next drink, I'm just about holding back the drunkenness, I think she could tell, shouldn't have been late then, Alice?! She has a Martini this time and buys some crisps, which was a touch, as I think I needed some kind of sandbag in my liver to absorb some of the booze.  I could see she was relaxing a little bit more. I noticed her at the bar, texting, who though? She came back with a smile, of sorts, and some crisps. So where's your favourite place to go on holiday then?Bollox, I could lie here but fuck it.I haven't been on holiday in years, I said. We used to go to Camber Sands when I was a kid, had a couple of lads holidays which to be honest were a bit shit, just got sunburn and spent loads of money. She laughd at that. I've never been there but I'd like to see the middle east, maybe, like all of it. Iraq, Irsael, Iran, Syria I dunno. Never been to any of them.Interesting, how come? She said.I dunno, something about the region interesrts me.Like what? She said, really looking at me. I couldn't hold her stare for long, I looked at the beermatI dunno. Three of the worlds major religions are from there, in that one little spot on the map, so much of we know. The old spice roads and the ancient civilisations and all that. I dunno, maths and science, and discoveries and, like other stuff. Just find it interesting, it's like the middle of the world or something.Not quite the answer I'd expected but fair enough. You ask me a question? Go on.Shit, she was taking control, and I had no idea what to asj.‘Erm do you like music?'She laughed, that's a rubbish question, you've already asked me this question in one of your messages.Oh yea.She laughed again, ‘also, who doesn't like music?'I dunno, there's bound to be some perverts out there who don'tShe laughed again. ‘Perverts?'Shit, I'm not even trying to make her laugh here, but she's laughing. Is she laughing at me though?.My dad doesn't really like music, you calling him a pervert?What?! Na, na, er not at all.It's alright, I'm just teasing ya… he is a pervertReally?.... Oh right…Course he's not, I'm just teasing you again.Oh, ok.Jesus, she was playing me!Ok, next question then?Erm who's your favourite celebrity?Another corker of a question.SorryStop saying sorry. I'll answer it though. Gloria Estefan. Me and mum love her, sometimes we stand in the kitchen and sing Rhythm Is Gonna Get You, mainly when dad is out, as he hates it. So what about you then?I hate these questions, had no idea what to say.Err Frank Lampard.The footballer?YeaWhy?He's err a role model, kinda there when I need him, sort of.I've no idea what that meant, why did I say that?She laughed again, looked at me for a few seconds then checked the time on her phone, looking a bit mor anxious. We chatted a bit more, I talked this time about my family, Tanya who's a cousin, my job. She seemed more and more occupied, though, and checked her phone again.Do you want another drink? I saidNo you're alright, I've gotta head off. It's almost ten and I'm up up early, so if you don't mind I'm gonna say goodbuy.Shit. Suddenly her demeanour had changed a bit, I think she'd seen through me.Ah no worries, I should probably get off myself off as well, I've enjoyed it though.Yea she said, unconvincingly, whilst climbing down off her chair and opening her handbag.I got up myself, to sort of see her off, with no idea what to do, so I tried to play it cool and look like this was all fine, you know business as usual but suddenly feeling awkward and before I knew that automated arm was doing its own thing again, and had reached into my pocket for my oyster card, and without thinking pulled out my wallet, and the pack of jonnies, and plonked them on the table; before I could even register what I was doing.She looked at them, then at me, with a sort of bemused look. I didn't know what to say.Oh shit sorryShe looked at me, what are you sorry about? I didn't mean to get those out. I weren't suggesting anything, I forgot they were in there. Do you want me to walk with you to the tube station?She ignored the question. Do you always get those out on first dates?No… I didn't know what to do, my mate advised me to get them just in case..Just in case what?! She seemed pissed-off, now. And who is this, mate? Frank Lampard?!Was she brining Frank into this before, he didn't do anything. I didn't saying anything, and then in some sort of desperation repeatedDo you me to walk you to the station?No I'm fine, thankyou. It was nice meeting you.No kiss, no hug, no handshake, she just turned and walked off, didn't even look back. I slumped back down, elbow on the tables, head in hands. I blame Stuart. Dickhead.I was blasting out Broken Wings again on the train home. Did the routine,  Got off, kebab, smashed that, sauce in my chin, back to the flat, straight to bed. I wasn't going too as I knew it was a lost cause but decided to send her a text message and apologised for my clumsiness. Explained that I didn't really know what the correct thing to do was, so I was just being precautious. She didn't reply.Next day at work, Dianne weren't in and I was low down enough on most peoples priority list, to not give a shit about the fact that I'd gone on a date, so no one asked me, which was a good thing. I'd come to the conclusion that the whole date was a little like a Division Two side getting a plum cup-match against a Premier League outfit. Of course, I was the underdog going into it, no one expecting me to actually doing anything, just hoping for some of that cup magic. Held my own for a bit, showed a few glimpses of something and then eventually collapsed, standard I suppose.Got to about 5pm, whilst pretending to look at this customer, my phone vibrates and it's Alice. She said sorry she'd not replied and don't worry about the whole thing. She had some bad family news whilst we were there and said she'd overreacted a bit, was a bit upset and maybe in a few weeks, did I want to go out again?Shit. Sick! I didn't know what to do here? I mean obviously my answer was yes, but like when do I respond?? Leave it a couple of days? What would Frank Lamp… oh fuck that. No worries, I said, and yes I'd like that. Speak to you soon, Reece. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cree.substack.com

Today on The Neil Haley show, Neil Haley interviews Dr. Conrad Murray. Join us for a groundbreaking episode of The Dr. Christopher Hall Show as we delve into an exclusive interview with Dr. Conrad Murray, the Grenadian-American former cardiologist and personal physician of the legendary Michael Jackson. This episode promises to unravel the mysterious circumstances surrounding the untimely death of the King of Pop in 2009, shedding light on the medical treatment provided by Dr. Murray to aid Jackson's sleep on that fateful day. In this riveting interview, Dr. Murray opens up about his experiences with Michael Jackson, offering unique insights into the challenges and decisions he faced as the pop icon's personal physician. Gain unprecedented access to the behind-the-scenes details of the medical care provided to one of the most iconic figures in the history of music. As we navigate the conversation with Dr. Conrad Murray, our audience will have the opportunity to explore the complexities of the doctor-patient relationship, the ethical considerations in the medical profession, and the broader implications of celebrity healthcare. This episode aims to provide a balanced perspective, encouraging viewers to reflect on the responsibilities that come with being a high-profile medical practitioner.            

Today on The Neil Haley show, Neil Haley interviews Dr. Conrad Murray. Conrad Robert Murray is a Grenadian-American former cardiologist who was the personal physician of Michael Jackson, providing medical treatment to help him sleep on the day Jackson died in 2009.

År 2011 blev Conrad Murray dömd för dråp på Michael Jackson, efter att ha gett honom en överdos. Men är detta sanningen, eller kan någon eller något annat ligga bakom världsartistens död? Han kanske till och med lever.Konspirationsteorier - Eftersnack: https://m.facebook.com/groups/konspirationsteorierpodcast/ Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/konspirationsteorier/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/konspirationsteorier/ Källor: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1SZ1ovvNZXqqgf7md7NUJTZMIfDBSTeC4Ef857_dUIFc/edit?usp=sharing  Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

He landed a dream job of Michael Jackson's personal doctor for his 2009 tour. But it quickly turned tragic when Michael Jackson died of a lethal overdose administered by Dr. Murray. Charged with manslaughter, would Dr. Murray be held criminally liable or was Jackson responsible for his own actions? Hear the dark side of addictive medications and the celebrity lifestyles that often go with them. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ryan-christopher-horn/support

Michael's 2005 trial plus the odd Dr Conrad Murray trial Thanks so much for listening!!!

In this episode of Quah (Q & A), Sal, Adam & Justin coach four Pump Heads via Zoom. Mind Pump Fit Tip: Are you trying to get your biceps to respond? Try these two often-neglected exercises! (2:54) The potential dangers of A.I. (6:12) How cannabinoids can regulate inflammation. (28:24) What the Colorado Experiment highlights. (31:27) How both sides are playing the game. (37:13) Is Elon an alien? (41:07) Dihexa, the limitless peptide. (43:30) Obesity's connection to hair loss. (46:20) NFTs? (48:12) An interesting theory about Michael Jackson. (50:23) The green juice is clutch while traveling. (53:46) Shout out to @RAWFORUM_FUNCTIONAL_FIT. (54:51) #ListenerLive question #1 - Will I still build muscle coming from a 5/6 day split to a program like MAPS Anabolic? (56:16) #ListenerLive question #2 - What is your advice on how to schedule and program my workouts when parts of my body lag so far behind others? (1:01:16) #ListenerLive question #3 - Any advice on how to gain weight and mass this winter? (1:12:01) #ListenerLive question #4 - What is the best way to spot a bench press? (1:22:36) Related Links/Products Mentioned Ask a question to Mind Pump, live! Email: live@mindpumpmedia.com Visit NED for an exclusive offer for Mind Pump listeners! Visit Organifi for the exclusive offer for Mind Pump listeners! **Promo code MINDPUMP at checkout** January Promotion: NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS SPECIAL OFFERS! (New to Weightlifting Bundle, Body Transformation Bundle, and New Year Extreme Intensity Bundle) You get massive savings with each offer. How To Do Hammer Curls for HUGE Biceps (BICEP GROWTH!) Reverse Curls Guide Is AI Threatening the Jobs of Designers and Artists? Hitmakers: The Science of Popularity in an Age of Distraction – Book by Derek Thompson The Colorado Experiment: Fact or Fiction FBI reimbursed Twitter for doing its dirty work on users Dihexa: Usage, Side Effects and Dosage MP Hormones Obesity accelerates hair thinning by stem cell-centric converging mechanisms Kevin Hart, Jimmy Fallon, Madonna Named in Class-Action Suit Alleging Bored Ape Yacht Club NFT Fraud ‘Scheme' Michael Jackson chemically castrated by dad Joe Jackson, Conrad Murray says | EW.com Visit MASSZYMES by biOptimizers for an exclusive offer for Mind Pump listeners! **Promo code MINDPUMP10 at checkout** MAPS Fitness Anabolic MAPS Symmetry MAPS Fitness Prime MAPS Prime Pro Webinar Mind Pump #1952: How To Bulk The Right Way MAPS 15 Minutes MAPS Prime Webinar Mind Pump Podcast – YouTube Mind Pump Free Resources People Mentioned Tai Lopez (@tailopez) Instagram Shaun (@rawform_functional_fit) Instagram

The 2009 sudden overdose death of pop icon Michael Jackson left millions of people around the world shocked, the only thing more shocking was when his personal physician, Dr. Conrad Murray, was charged in his death. Did Murray's actions warrant an involuntary manslaughter charge? This week's Court TV Podcast dives deeper into this case with an audio edition of the original true crime series Judgment with Ashleigh Banfield. This is Judgment of Doctor Conrad Murray.To see the full California versus Conrad Murray trial, click here.

Bienvenidos al episodio 84 de MJRadio en donde les tenemos temas variados relacionados a Michael Jackson y su legado. Les contamos sobre el nuevo documental de Thriller y más información sobre el lanzamiento del 40 aniversario del álbum. Otro documental reciente, y controversial, es el publicado por TMZ acerca de la muerte de MJ y en donde han salido polémicas declaraciones de Conrad Murray y Debbie Rowe. Y como siempre con los temas de actualidad, comentamos sobre la relación de Michael con la realeza a propósito de la reciente muerte de la reina Isabel. Por último, Jason nos platica lo que ha estado leyendo en el nuevo libro del coreógrafo Vincen Paterson, “Icons and instincts”, en donde revela algunas curiosidades sobre su relación con Michael Jackson a lo largo de los años.

Edwin starts out with a bummer, Christopher's off to Vegas, the Kevdogg School of English, somehow we're still talking about 80's song lists, Zombie sex, Conrad Murray and Nicole Alvarez, pronunciation talk, and a rousing game of El Orchestra de la Raza! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/quitters-never-give-up/message

Edwin starts out with a bummer, Christopher's off to Vegas, the Kevdogg School of English, somehow we're still talking about 80's song lists, Zombie sex, Conrad Murray and Nicole Alvarez, pronunciation talk, and a rousing game of El Orchestra de la Raza! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/quitters-never-give-up/message

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Greetings, bonjour, what's happeningWelcome to Lager Time, stories, poems, beats, bars and banter.I'm still in flux, currently sat in Plumstead at my in-laws where I've mostly been for the last couple of weeks. Was back in Maidstone yesterday and  now, I'm back here again. Needs must, life and that. Off to a wedding this weekend in York. Never been there before, I've heard it's pretty; hopefully they've got a Wetherspoons.This week has been a little quieter, I've been feeling tired. Either it's the heat and the excesses of last week, or some kind of post COVID-Gastroenteritis effects but I'm wiped out. But, I'm ok, we're here, my wife's back, dogs are ok; we crack on mate.Last night I was back with the BAC Beatbox Academy, who've I worked with on and off for over ten years, now. I was helping some of the younger ones get ready for their curtain-raiser performance, for the Frankenstein: How To Make A Monster Show at the Regents Park Open Air Theatre, this Monday. If you're not aware of this show, it's a modern re-telling of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, all done through beatbox, rap, spoken word and movement. It's won multiple awards and toured all over the gaff and this may well be your last chance to see it. It's a banger.The success of that show has had an unprecedented effect on many people, myself included. Though I've been around the academy for years, I work closely with the director, Conrad Murray and I've known most of the cast for many years; I was not involved with the development of the show. Yet, prior to COVID, when it was winning every award going, people would come to me and congratulate me for it, it was a strange time. But I was delighted for my pal, all the cast and all the young guys from the academy (that I did work with) who got to go on stage and perform before the main show when it ran at BAC, in 2019That whole period of 2018-2020 when we were doing High Rise, Frankenstein and all sorts of other projects was nuts. So it's been nice that, in a way, it's come back around again. It's not the same of course but that's cool. I worked with a young person last week, in Manchester, who's part of the academy, who I've not seen since before COVID and it was great to see her so it feels like I'm reconnecting again. Which is goodI'm dropping the second track from The 90 Sick EP this week, called The Colour Orange. Which I suppose is a story about family and roots and class, all set around the time of Euro 96. While it may feel like I'm rehashing old bits at the minute, they'll be some fresher stuff coming. I'm starting to learn some of these newer poems with a view of putting a set together for this live-stream. I should set a date really, shouldn't I? Let's say September for now.Anyway, that'll doHave a banging weekendPaulThe Colour OrangeHe's on telly again. The man with the permanent suntan, funny accent, white teeth and shiny face. Often seen on TV bending spoons with his mind, like some sort of bastard child of Magneto and the Tubular Bells guy, dangerously mixed with that suspect cheery disposition that I only ever see in travelling Christian theatre companies, bouncing around my school stage, singing it in the valleys and shouting from the mountain tops.The spoon bender is now enticing me to touch a big orange spot on my screen. This strange man seems to be smeared all over television, like the Oxy 10 I apply badly to my face each morning before school, looking in the mirror too scared to pop spots and wondering who Adam is and why he's stuck an apple in my throat. Each time I swallow it looks like a satsuma's being slipped down the inside of a snake.The man with the permanent suntan, funny accent, white teeth and shiny face is making yet another TV appearance, on the special edition of the Baddiel and Skinner Fantasy Football show, which I'm watching, sat in the living room, on the well-worn settee, on my own.Apparently, if I touch this big orange spot, the man with the permanent suntan, funny accent, white teeth and shiny face will become like a SCART lead and channel all that positive energy from televisions around the nation towards the England football team. It's Euro 96; they're playing Scotland the very next day! My grandpa, from Dad's side, is from Scotland. My older brother supports Scotland, he doesn't support England, he supports the other team when England play, and that really gets on my nerves! There's a lot at stake for this game.I sink down onto the floral-patterned badly faded settee like a fence, watching the screen, picking splinters from my spleen. I roll my eyes up to the lopsided white wooden shelf on the back wall, on which sits a small collection of my thirteenth birthday cards, which have now managed to last for three days. They all seem to have the same picture, of a hand-drawn school locker with loads of sports equipment spilling out. Stood next to the cards in a permanent place is a small statue of the Virgin Mary from Lourdes. It contains some holy water and two decorative plates, which stand upright like shields and have pictures of both Glasgow and Belfast. Belfast is where my grandad comes from, on Mum's side. Underneath the lopsided white wooden shelf is the TV: a fourteen-inch black Philips box which doesn't have a remote, and sometimes the buttons get stuck and don't work.Like a top gun fighter pilot, target in sight, my eyes lock back on to the big orange spot on the screen. The man with the permanent suntan, funny accent, white teeth and shiny face is enticing me. Touch faith, that song says.I'm not sure what to believe, but I'm willing to give it a go. Mum and Dad probably won't like it, as I'm sure it goes against the teachings of the church, but so far God hasn't answered any of my prayers about girls and I've only just got a Sega Mega Drive; it's 1996! My best friend Rich has already got rid of his and now has a Sega Saturn. And, as for my teeth, I must be at the back of the longest queue in NHS history because I haven't seen an orthodontist yet, my teeth still look like Stonehenge and Richard calls me goofy. I slowly rise, walk towards the telly and stick my sweaty little palm on the static of the glass. Right on the orange spot. I'm doing it for England. I want England to win.It's the following day and I'm now at Richard's house. He's got a much bigger TV; it's massive. He also has Sky; the satellite dish is outside his bedroom on the wall and apparently, at nightime, for ten minutes, there's a secret channel where you get to see naked women! He also watches WWF. I have to make do with WCW on ITV. His parents actually like football and on Sunday they take him to games and watch him play, they don't go to church. He has barbecues in his garden, holidays to Florida and places in Spain where they have outdoor water parks that Richard reckons are way better than the Croydon Water Palace. My family sit round playing guitars and other weird instruments with strings and sing silly-sounding songs in Irish accents.I rode my brand-new bike which I got for my birthday up to Richard's. I say new; it's second-hand, but it's my first ever mountain bike. It's got Shimano gears and Rhino horns. Richard's got two mountain bikes; he keeps one spare.We're both lying on our bellies in his living room, eyes fixed on his massive TV, waiting for the two arch-enemies to commence battle. I'm nervous. I want England to win. I didn't want to watch the game at home, as I knew my older brother would be there, in his Celtic shirt and Scotland scarf, and my dad, who doesn't really like football but will still watch the big games without taking sides. When a player rolls around the floor pretending to be injured, he'll go ‘achhh' just like my grandpa does. I needed to be amongst my own, I want England to win.The first forty-five fly by with turbulence. At half time, it's nil-nil and it's tense. The commentator is telling us that Jamie Redknapp is coming on from the bench; his instructions are to keep hold of the ball in midfield so the full backs can get forward. Richard and I erupt when Gary Neville swings in a cross from the right flank which Alan Shearer heads into the net to put England one-nil up! Rolling round on the floor, Rich trying to put me in the headlock and punch me!Minutes later, out of nowhere, Scotland suddenly get a penalty! Gary McAllister steps up and places the ball on the spot, an expert executioner if ever there was one. I'm nervous. As he takes the few paces just before he strikes, something very strange happens: the ball moves ever so slightly, and when he connects, he hits it hard but Seaman saves and we erupt all over again! It's still one-nil and I'm trying to put Richard in the headlock now, rolling round on the carpet!Now, apparently, at this very moment, hovering above Wembley in a helicopter, holding one of Bobby Moore's England caps, is the man with the permanent suntan, funny accent, white teeth and shiny face! The one who told me to touch the orange spot! It must have been him that moved the ball! And when Jamie Redknapp plays a sweeping pass, flicked on by Darren Anderton into the path of an advancing Paul Gascoigne, who in two amazing moves deftly clips the ball over Colin Hendry's head and slams it into the back of the net, Richard and I explode and go running round his garden, shouting our heads off!The game's finished now, England won! I'm getting on my bike and all I can think about is claiming those rare bragging rights when I get home, as I know my brother was watching it. I start riding, cars in the street are beeping, I can hear people singing everywhere, that Baddiel and Skinner song, ‘Football's Coming Home'. Displayed all over the place is the white and red flag of St George, which until Euro 96 I'd not really seen before, but now it's on almost every house. It's a good day to be English.I ride my brand-new-second-hand bike back home. I can't wait to see my brother's face! I put my bike in the shed and come in through the back door into the kitchen. I can hear my dad on the phone, probably to Grandpa. I hear a few ‘achhh's, which more or less confirms my suspicions. Grandpa normally rings around this time on a Saturday, just before Mum and Dad go to church.My brother is sat in the living room, still wearing his Celtic shirt and Scotland scarf, sunk so low into the settee I can barely see his body. He's watching the news. Gazza's goal is doing a loop-the-loop. I pause by the door. He looks dejected and I suddenly feel like I've said something to upset someone, except I haven't said anything yet. I feel bad, so I decide not to gloat. I try to make light of it, by telling him how I touched the orange spot on the telly the night before and that man with the permanent suntan, funny accent, white teeth and shiny face was hovering in a helicopter above Wembley and must have made Gary McAllister miss his penalty. My brother doesn't look at me; he stays slumped on the settee, looking at the telly, and mumbles some words about the orange spot, something about church and Mum and Dad. He then says something I don't really understand but I know it's bad, about Belfast, Grandpa, Grandad, marches and some people called loyalists.I can hear my dad calling me from the hall to go and speak to Grandpa. I remind myself that my new bike has got Shimano gears and Rhino horns and that it was four miles to Richard's house, so that's eight miles in total that I rode today, and I tell myself that it's probably best that I don't mention the score. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cree.substack.com

Greetings, bonjour, what's happening1st of July, mate. Summer's here. So's hay fever. Deal with it. I'm dealing with it. Dealt with it. Done. Still got it, mate, alas.Had COVID last week, weren't too bad. This week, back to normal, I'm still a bit tired but we crack-on, none the less. Never had that TWIX in the end but I've been booked-in for a bit of work in Manchester at the end of the month, so I look forward to purchasing an overpriced mega-Twix from the on-board trolly-service when I flex out of Euston on the Inter-City. (Assuming here that it will be staffed and running of course) Do they still call it in the Inter City service? Or have I just had a temporarily replace into the days of British Rail? It's either that, or too much football-hooligan nostalgia that those algo-riddimz kept selecting for me. They must be mistaken, mate. I liked the clobber but not the cobbering. Speaking of avoiding conflict…I've attached another one of the pieces from the Make Your Own Bed show I've been working on for what seems like an eternity (about 3 years and a squillion re-writes to date). It's from when I was doing debt-collections for an asset finance company, having previously done it for a bank.A criticism that often came up of me in these times, was that I was not assertive enough and to be honest, I think they were right. I don't like confrontation, both verbal or physical. There was a lot of confrontation in that work. I probably beat around the bush in the conversations I had but trying to extract dough from people that often don't want to pay it, morals aside, a certain degree of conversational ruthlessness is required to get the necessary results. I just didn't have it, mate. Still don't. Never got those results. Never do. Never say never, ok, sorry AhhhhI try not to duck conflicts these days, as much as I don't like them, sometimes they need to be had out. Marriage has taught that. And I don't mean that in a stereotypical ‘she's always nagging me' way, towards my wife but we are two people who's lives our intertwined on many levels;  sometimes we have to make decisions and sometimes we don't agree. I still suck at arguing, though but I've gotton' better, and I've cherished those few little wins I have had, like a lower league football  team topping the premier-league giant in a major cup upsets but ultimately insignificant to the big team. Writing helps.So I recently asserted myself, sort of, in an exchange where I politely (I think) declined two gig opportunities. Basically I said no. For probably a number of different reasons, I don't tend to do to many spoken-word gigs these days. I genuinely love performing and I miss it. Knowing that world, as I do, or more to the point, did; I know it turns over quickly. I think due to the accessibility of it as an artform, new nights spring up all the time, as do new performers and of course new audiences.  I don't tend to go many of these sort of nights but regardless of any of any stripes I've earned in the past, I'm always keen to get back out; especially when there's whole new audiences to connect with.So I got contacted to perform at two different events, from two promoters I didn't personally know but I was happy they reached out. Both the gigs looked decent, good previous crowds and good-looking venues but they asked to come and do their open-mike sots. Immediately, my ego kicked in, feeling a little insulted. but then all the rationales of above over-rode those and I thought, ‘well, new audience, new opportunity and if I smash the open-mike maybe they'll give me the full feature' which is of course what I want.I have an ego as big as anyone else's but I think it's kept in check (most of the time) with often crippling self-doubt and the fear of coming-across as a prick. I've seen egotistical pricks; no thanks. I've also seen how much of an inhibitor to it can be, to making good art. So I didn't want to be a prick here, and I want to perform. I spoke to a good mate of mine, told her the situation. It helped to iron out the pros and cons and in the end I said no, to both. Maybe I'm a dickhead for missing out, maybe I'm sensible, as it would wind-up costing a fair amount of money to do it, travel, food etc, for potentially little gain.So it boiled down to what I think my own value is, verses what I think the quote-on-quote market value is. My own value is a fair bit higher, though my stock may have dropped in that sense, Facebook keeps throwing up these memories from 10- 12 years ago, of all these gigs I've done, running round like a loon jumping on any mike I could, I've done that, mate. So I politely declined and wished them the best of luck with their events, which I'm sure will be just  fine without my 5 minute appearanceFor the record, as a performer, might be controversial to say these days but I'm not against working for free, at times. Depends what the gig is. All to often, I hear younger artists (without the stirpes) parrot more successful artists in refusing to work for free but in an entirely different context. I fully understand the demand for money, when an established artist is asked to perform at some dry-arse conference or whatever, which has clearly got big-budgets but if it's a decent grass-roots gig, that doesn't make the dough but they can give you a decent audience, a good venue, stage etc and maybe in a place you ‘aint been before, I'm all for it, mate. My good pal Conrad Murray sums this up well in the Making Hip Hop theatre book, which you can purchase here, if you click the link in the text.This went on a bit longer than I intended this week and we aint even got to the piece or the music yet! Ah yes, music. As per last week, I'm going to stick anther track on at the end. It's going to be the 5th and final track on this forthcoming EP I've been working on, called Toast In The Machine. I've had the EP planned out a good while ago, it's just taking me ages. I get side-tracked, I'm lazy but I'm only doing this for myself, as a little hobby, so when a bit of paid work comes in, it gets put to the side.The EP was initially going to be 4 tracks and I had the bones of them laid-out before I went to America at the end of last year. But then I got COVID whilst in Dallas and got very bored, so made this simple track with a video, which you can watch in the link. Came back, then thought it would work well as  final, 5th track but would need a bit of work and a second verse, so it got put in the long quw for things I needed to do. But then I went and got COVID last week, again. So it felt like a good time to write the second verse and re-edit the rack. Hence the name – Dallas-Stone, two bouts of COVID, two countries, six months apart. That's real. Or something like that.Cor-Dear. We got there in the end. That's me over and out. Large up the new subscribers. Hope you stick around. Have a banging weekend.Peas and tatersPaulMake Your Own Bed and Hope for the Best: FCP storyI've been seconded to debt collectionLike out of favour squad playerSent out on loanMy department has been squeezedLess money to lendLess workers they need andI'm the most expendableSlash least valuableMaybe there's a case for redundancyI don't think I'd turn it down butthen what else would I do?who would employ me in these times?I'm hearing there's hundred of applicants for every jobMaybe my Lloyds experience saved meBut I'm back doing a job I hatedThis time though there's no automated phone serviceI have a spreadsheet to manage and doThe dialling myselfAll 1s and zerosI'm told I'm not assertive enough on the phonesFail to hit target each monthOften when I tell customer how much money they oweOn a car they don't even ownThe say they didn't knowThey didn't own the  vehicleTook out HP out for a boyfriendA wife or girlfriendAnd are now lumbered with an over-inflatedrapidly depreciating asset thatthey can't sell cos it aint their' s and thatperson they took it out for isnowhere to be seenthat's kind of how I feel like25 and not that young anymoreFeel like I've already had enoughLooking at life ahead like an old school telly with the Ariel pulled outI got stacks of letters from customers I need to readSome of them are desperateDon't have the time to replyWe get emails saying there's people who want our jobsWho will do it for lessIs that supposed to be motivational?it seems to have the reverse effectevenings my time is taken up with open micsAnd now a theatre, courseI'm in a showFound it by chance andTook a chance andI'm loving itThey give me encouragement,it's hard to believe if they mean it or are just being nicebut it feels goodThat and the overtime means I'm out 5 nights a week most weeksSleep is toughAnd it hurts it when I wakeThe next dayShatteredI live for my lunchbreaks andThe walk to and from work down Victoria sreetpractise freestyling, or words I'm learning to perform or listen to beatsLast weekI went to churchWestminster cathedralJust sat inside andEnjoyed the quietIt's been a long timeBut it felt right This is a public episode. 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Greetings, bonjour what's happeningAnother week, yes indeed. So I've been home most of this week, ostensibly because of the rail-strikes but then I went and got COVID, again. Yea, COVID, who remembers that?I must have a mild-form of it because, touchwood, it's not been too bad, just a bit tired and throaty; bit of a headache. Seemingly spent a large of chunk of yesterday keeping an unsociable distance from my wife and scrolling on my phone. I'm not much of a scroller, normally more of a YouTube Video-Clicker-type. Seems a lot of people I vaguely know are at Glastonbury, having a decent time of it.Anyway, felt pretty unhealthy after a good-day of doing that and it reminded me how easily I succumb to unstructured behaviour and how it makes me feel; rarely good. A couple of emails I needed to reply too and this little blog, was enough motivation for me to get off my arse and do something. There's a fair amount going on right now, which requires my attention and sweeping it under the rug because of a bit of COVID is not going to do me any favours and it's not like I'm doing any back-breaking labour. But self-care, Paul? Relax, I might have a Twix.Speaking of labour and work, I had to cancel two of my regular gigs this week due to the train-strike, which I don't get paid for but I'm happy to forgo that. Large-up the strikers; from what I gather striking is a last resort, best of luck to them. I've been enjoying seeing clips of Mick Lynch talking on the telly. A lot of modern, mainstream-politics, seems to me to just rely on window-dressing via tokenistic policies and meaningless platitudes. It's refreshing to see a bit of genuine pushback, with someone that doesn't sound like a PR auto-bot, with real-world-results. A timely reminder to Labour, perhaps, about who they've been ignoring, for the last thirty years or so?But we crack on. Amidst price hikes, wars and stagnating wages, we crack on. What else do we do? Sit on our blowers, mindlessly scrolling? No Thanks.So this weeks writing-offering is the piece I mentioned last week about chairs. I like a good chair It's in slightly better shape than it was but I'm still sure not sure about it, so I welcome any feedback. I've also tagged on a song at the end. Something that I recorded with my good pal Conrad Murray about ten years ago, who produced it.If this blog was partly about me pushing myself, I should be including music in that. I've been making music for a long time now but aside from that theatre stuff and the odd gig, I've largely kept it separate. Mainly because I overthink how people will react to it, as if there's not enough overlap between the two worlds and they'll think it's weird; when really, who cares? Silly, I know. Fear of other people's opinions is something that's always held me back. Be brave, clench fists, as Mike Skinner said.All this is in preparation for an EP that I've entirely self-produced; that I hope to have released by the autumn. I plan to start drip-feeding some of the music into this. One of the tracks is already out, you can hear it here. Because, Why not?  The song is called Another Day, you can stream it on HERESo that's it for this week, bit long-winded I know.Despite these turbulent times, I hope you all have a decent weekendPeas and tatersPaulCHAIR WARSThe set up for our form-tutor was three rows.Single-desk-row on the sidesDouble desk-row in the middleOur little firm hugged the first four desks on theRight-hand-side if you were facingthe front of the class, where MrsKhan sat, our tutorKells and Luko held the front deskMe and Gary the secondRam and Rhino sat behindShane and Danny at the backWe held it down during registration and theother random tutor group things we occasionallyhad to do like PSHE, whatever that wasThis and PE were probably the only timemixed ability kids, actually mixedgearing us up for the futureMrs Kahn was the form tutorFairly stern but liked a calm class, with the occasional giggleThere was never any set places for anyone to sit atNo formalised desk plan, we were year 11'sWith a gnat's eyelash of independenceTechnically, you could sit where you wanted, technicallyThe whole tutor-group seemed to tick to have theirpreferred spots and stuck to themThe prime real estate was the bottom leftBack of the classyou had the windows for a good-look-outI liked a good-look-out the windowThe back unit which you could lean onOr leave your bag onIt was a sweet-spotThis highly value piece of landwas held by a crew of girls who were legionabout 8 of themin any other lesson they wouldn't be sat at the back of the classThey were all nice girls and high-achieversBack of the class was for tough kidsAnd nobs, like meWho weren't tough butStill mucked aboutUntil we got told offBut occasionally gave a bit ofLip back to teachers.I wasn't happy about these unwritten rulesNo where was it stated that we had a seating planMrs Khan didn't roll like thatShe valued that gnat's eyelash of independence weWere afforded, as did we, as did ITechnically, you could sit where you wanted, technicallyYet we all fell into lineI've always questioned thingsI'm an ideas guyI felt it unfair the girls had a monopoly on that timeshareIt was only fair that us boys should share itShare and share alike andMaybe don't give it backOnce obtainedIt was out timeAction needed to be takenI called it onI said' listen boys, we should take that space'‘Tomorrow, we'll get into class early'‘And claim it as ours'So when the girls arrive, we'll already be camped-outFirmed up, having changed the locks, like squatters butWith the impact of revolutionaries but importantlyDone legally, we'd just be asserting our rightsBecause, technically, you could sit where you wanted, technicallyNext morning I arrivednervous but cocky but scared and ultimately unsure what I was doingpretty-much a default position for meat any point during my lifecounting on the support of my peers butnot guaranteed of itJust another dayGary arriveshe held a lot more weight than mePeople respected him moreHe wore Kickers and a Kappa puffa-jacketI had imitation Kickers and an Esinegger jacketBarely respectableBut sometimes Gary listened to me, sometimesThe girls-group all travelled in from the same placeTheir bus was nearly always lateSo we had time on our sideMe and Gary nodded headspicked up our bagsWe made our moveknowing that when the other boys arriveThe takeover would be completeBowled over like heroes thatNo-one had noticedPlonked my backback on the back shelf unitHad a good gawp out the windowThe world looked a grey sheen of finePut my feet up on the chair next to meBreathed the airtasted the momentIt tasted good butIt didn't feel rightButterflies?Felt wrongBut what was wrong?Technically, you could sit anywhere you wanted, technicallyWe got a couple of looks from the other people in the classNo one said nothing thoughProbably because Gary was thereBut we held it downIt was oursRhino and Ramo arrive in the doorThey clock us, then looked awayAnd sat in their usual seatsI felt a feeling rise within that wasn't t niceLike I‘d been dis-respectedA familiar feelingI casually smiled likeI hadn't noticed itJust butterfliesJust butterflies‘pussies' I said‘Don't worry Gary they'll be over in a minute'Gary looked non-plussed either wayI think he was just enjoying something differentKells and Luko arrivedPeople were scared of KellsHe wasn't scared of teachersOften disruptiveDidn't care much for orderHe was cerited to join the rankshe looked at us, then looked awayKells. How?!Like the other twoI called him a pussyBut kept it to myselfMy sense of fairness didn't extend to mates whoCould chin-meThe girls arrived in the doorThe moment of reckoningStay strongThey came in force and stormedThe bottom corner of the classoutragedkicking off straight awayOne of them tried to grab my bagI pulled it to my chest and retreated my legs from the back unit‘ can see sit where we want', I said‘Free country' without any understanding ofWhat that meantOne of the other girls was pulling on the sleevs of Gary's puffaHe no longer looked amused with it allWith just one scowl the girl then backed-offThen they turned their attention to meI tried a Gary-like-scowlPretty sure that girl I aimed it at laughedI could feel myself wiltingHeld onThey then deployed their greatest weapon andprotested to Mrs Kahnwith the fervour of student activists with theright accent and vocabularyMrs Kahn looked up at usThen back down at her registerSighedAnd ordered us back to our seatsI protested to Mrs KhanAsserting some reason‘Technically, we can sit where we want. Technically'‘It's not fair miss'Mrs Khan waved away my pathetic protestMy dignity, my human right to free expressionAnd the right to sit where I wanted in the tutor groupWith a casual authoritarian overrideNo one coming to my rescueThough deep down I was sure they all agreed‘Na, I'm not going' I saidEven though I knew I was goingMrs Kahn stands up‘Stop wasting my bloody time, you silly boys'My face goes redPicked up my bag, pushed further into my chestI took one last look out of that glorious windowAnd trudged back to my usual deskThe other boys looking at meI smiled to hide the humiliationKells grinned at me, turned to Luko andmade a wanker signRam and Rhino said nothingOur revolution was short-livedGary looks at me, ‘you nob, thatWas never gonna work' he saysBu technically, you can sit anywhere, technically‘just shut-up man' he saysMrs Kahn calls the registerI put my head on my bagDeflatedKells turns round and laughs at me‘You wanker' he saysI never was a leaderI had the ideas but lacked the executionbut a permanent point to provelike a car, a destination but no driving skillsI had drive, thoughJust a shame it was all as usefulAs that cheap pencil with a foreverBreaking-tip, that sat in the inside-pocket ofMy school blazer This is a public episode. 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Part 2 When Thriller was released in November 1982, it didn't seem to have a single direction. Instead, it arguably sounded like many singles. But it became apparent that this was precisely what Michael intended Thriller to be: a brilliant collection of songs meant as hits, each designed for a particular audience in mind. Michael put out "Billie Jean" for the dancers and "Beat It" for the rockers and then followed each jam with amazing videos to enhance his allure and his inaccessibility. These songs had a life of their own. Thriller was almost called “Star Light”. The lyric "thriller" in the track of the same name was originally "star light". The decision to change it was down to marketing appeal.    This wonderful article from Rolling Stone says: "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'" had the sense of a vitalizing nightmare in its best lines ("You're stuck in the middle/And the pain is thunder. … Still they hate you, you're a vegetable. … They eat off you, you're a vegetable"). "Billie Jean," in the meantime, exposed how the interaction between the artist's fame and the outside world might invoke soul-killing dishonor ("People always told me, be careful of what you do. … 'Cause the lie becomes the truth," Jackson sings, possibly thinking of a paternity charge from a while back). And "Beat It" was pure anger – a rousing depiction of violence as a male stance, a social inheritance that might be overcome. It also almost caught the studio on fire. When Eddie Van Halen recorded his solo, the sound of his guitar caused one of the studio speakers to catch fire. The video for “Beat It” was set in Los Angeles' Skid Row and featured up to 80 real-life gang members from the notorious street gangs the Crips and the Bloods. It cost $100,000 to make.   Thriller's parts added up to the most improbable kind of art – a work of personal revelation that was also a mass-market masterpiece. It's an achievement that will likely never be topped. It was the best-selling album worldwide in 1983 and became the best-selling album of all time in the U.S. and the best-selling album of all time worldwide, selling an estimated 70 million copies. It topped the Billboard 200 chart for 37 weeks and was in the top 10 of the 200 for 80 consecutive weeks. It was the first album to produce seven Billboard Hot 100 top-10 singles. Thriller is still the highest-selling album of all time. Want to know what the top 25 are? Subscribe to our Patreon for our video bonus on the top-selling albums ever! Billie Jean was the first video by an African-American artist to air on MTV. The video revealed Jackson's new look of a leather suit, pink shirt, red bow tie and his signature single white glove. It was a style copied by kids throughout the United States. It caused one school, New Jersey's Bound Brook High, to ban students from coming to class wearing white gloves.   Toto members Keyboardist Steve Porcaro co-wrote Human Nature, and Steve Lukather contributed rhythm guitar on Beat It.   On March 25, 1983, Jackson reunited with his brothers for Motown 25: Yesterday, Today, Forever, an NBC television special. The show aired on May 16 to an estimated audience of 47 million and featured the Jacksons and other Motown stars. Jackson had just performed a medley of greatest hits with his brothers. It was exciting stuff, but for Michael, it wasn't enough. As his brothers said their goodbyes and left the stage, Michael remained. He seemed shy for a moment, trying to find words to say. "Yeah," he almost whispered, "those were good old days. … I like those songs a lot. But especially—" and then he placed the microphone into the stand with a commanding look and said, "I like the new songs."  Then, wearing a white glove decorated with rhinestones, he swooped down, picked up a fedora, put it on his head with confidence, and vaulted into "Billie Jean." He also debuted his moonwalk dance (which became his signature dance). This was one of Michael's first public acts as a star outside and beyond the Jacksons, and it was startlingly clear that he was not only one of the most breathtaking live performers in pop music but that he could mesmerize the audience, something not seen since the likes of Elvis Presley. Michael had initially turned down the invitation to the show, believing he had been doing too much television. But at the request of Motown founder and Icon Berry Gordy, he performed in exchange for an opportunity to do a solo performance. And he killed it.    "Almost 50 million people saw that show," Michael wrote in his book Moonwalk. "After that, many things changed." At this time, Michael Jackson was obviously an immensely talented young man – he seemed shy but ambitious and undoubtedly enigmatic. Nobody knew much about his beliefs or sex life; he rarely gave interviews, but he also didn't land himself in scandals. He did, however, describe himself as a lonely person – especially around the time he made Off the Wall. Former Los Angeles Times music critic Robert Hilburn recently wrote of meeting Jackson in 1981, when the singer was 23, that Jackson struck him as "one of the most fragile and lonely people I've ever met … almost abandoned. When I asked why he didn't live on his own like his brothers, instead of remaining at his parents' house, he said, 'Oh, no, I think I'd die on my own. I'd be so lonely. Even at home, I'm lonely. I sit in my room and sometimes cry. It is so hard to make friends, and there are some things you can't talk to your parents or family about. I sometimes walk around the neighborhood at night, just hoping to find someone to talk to. But I just end up coming home.'"   Jackson's social uneasiness was probably formed by the wounds in his history; the children were insulated from others their age, and Jackson's status as a lifelong star may have left him feeling not just cut off from most people but also alienated from them – as if his experience or his vocation made him extraordinary. "I hate to admit it," he once said, "but I feel strange around everyday people." Not exactly an unusual sentiment for some highly celebrated celebrities, especially former child stars. At the same time, it's a statement full of signals: Michael didn't enjoy the sort of company that might guide him in positive ways. He probably never did throughout his life. Maybe the most troubling passage in his autobiography Moonwalk is when he talks about children in the entertainment world who eventually fell prey to drugs: "I can understand … considering the enormous stresses put upon them at a young age. It's a difficult life."   Thriller placed seven singles in Billboard's Top 10 (presently around 50 million copies). At the 1984 Grammy Awards, Michael finally claimed his due, capturing eight awards, a record he holds with the band Santana, including Album of the Year, Record of the Year, Best Male Pop Vocal Performance, Best Rock Vocal Performance for "Beat It," Best R&B Song, and Best R&B Vocal Performance for "Billie Jean," and he won an award for the E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial storybook. In addition, the album won Producer of the year (Quincy Jones).    At the 11th Annual American Music Awards, Michael won another eight awards and became the youngest artist to win the Award of Merit. He also won Favorite Male Artist, Favorite Soul/R&B Artist, and Favorite Pop/Rock Artist. "Beat It" won Favorite Soul/R&B Video, Favorite Pop/Rock Video, and Favorite Pop/Rock Single. In addition, the album won Favorite Soul/R&B Album and Favorite Pop/Rock Album. Thriller's sales doubled after releasing an extended music video, Michael Jackson's Thriller, seeing Michael dancing with a group of incredibly designed zombies and was directed by John Landis.   Michael had the highest royalty rate in the music industry at that point, with about $2 for every album sold (equivalent to $5 in 2021). The same year, The Making of Michael Jackson's Thriller, a documentary about the music video, won a Grammy for Best Music Video (Longform). At this time, The New York Times wrote, "in the world of pop music, there is Michael Jackson, and there is everybody else."   Oddly enough, On May 14, 1984, then-President Ronald Reagan gave Michael an award recognizing his support of alcohol and drug abuse charities.   In November 1983, Michael and his brothers partnered with PepsiCo in a $5 million promotional deal that broke records for a celebrity endorsement (equivalent to $13,603,408 in 2021).  On January 27, 1984, Michael and other members of the Jacksons filmed a Pepsi commercial. Pyrotechnics accidentally set Jackson's hair on fire during a simulated concert before a whole house of fans, causing second-degree burns to his scalp. Michael underwent treatment to hide the scars and had his third rhinoplasty shortly after. Pepsi settled out of court, and Jackson donated the $1.5 million settlement to the Brotman Medical Center in Culver City, California; its now-closed Michael Jackson Burn Center was named in his honor. Michael signed a second agreement with Pepsi in the late 1980s for $10 million. The second campaign covered 20 countries and provided financial support for Jackson's Bad album and the 1987–88 world tour.  He was making SO much money and was the most significant music star globally.   Then, months later, it was announced that Michael would be setting out on a nationwide tour with the Jacksons. He didn't want to do it but felt obligated. Clearly, Michael was bigger, better, and "badder" than his family's limitations on him. He should have been taking the stage alone at this point in his career.   Jackson's aversion to the Victory Tour was apparent when he sat looking miserable at press conferences.   The Victory Tour of 1984 headlined the Jacksons and showcased Michael's new solo material to more than two million Americans. Following the controversy over the concert's ticket sales, Jackson donated his share of the proceeds, an estimated $3 to 5 million, to charity. What controversy, you ask?    Don King (yeah, boxing promoter Don King), Chuck Sullivan, and Papa Joe Jackson came up with a way to generate extra money from ticket sales. Those wanting to attend would have to send a postal money order for $120 ($310 in current dollars) along with a particular form to a lottery to buy blocks of four tickets at $30 apiece (US$78 in 2021 dollars), allegedly to stop scalpers. Upon receipt, the money was to be deposited into a standard money market account earning 7% annual interest; it would take six to eight weeks for the lottery to be held and money to be refunded to those that didn't win. Since only one in ten purchasers would win the lottery and receive tickets, there would be more money in the bank for that period than there were tickets to sell, and they expected to earn $10–12 million in interest. Obviously, the Jacksons were all for the idea, but Michael wasn't, and he warned them that it would be a public relations disaster. The $30 ticket price was already higher than most touring acts (like Prince and Bruce Springsteen) were charging at the time and was even worse by the requirement to buy four. This put tickets out of reach of many of Michael's African-American fans who were not financially secure. At this time, Michael was already being blasted about his physical look and music separating him from his race.  That community was joined by many commentators in the media in criticizing the Jackson's over the plan. Nevertheless, it worked, and people were lining up to get their newspapers to sign up for the lottery. On July 5, 1984, after receiving a letter from eleven-year-old fan Ladonna Jones, who accused the Jacksons and their promoters of being "selfish and just out for money," Michael held a press conference to announce changes in the tour's organization and also to announce that his share of the proceeds from the tour would be donated to charity. Jones later received VIP treatment at the Dallas concert. The following is Michael's speech at the press conference: "A lot of people are having trouble getting tickets. The other day I got a letter from a fan in Texas named Ladonna Jones. She'd been saving her money from odd jobs to buy a ticket, but with the turned tour system, she'd have to buy four tickets and she couldn't afford that. So, we asked our promoter to work out a new way of distributing tickets, a way that no longer requires a money order. There has also been a lot of talk about the promoter holding money for tickets that didn't sell. I've asked our promoter to end the mail order ticket system as soon as possible so that no one will pay money unless they get a ticket. Finally, and most importantly, there's something else I am going to announce today. I want you to know that I decided to donate all my money I make from our performance to charity. There will be further press statements released in the next two weeks."   Some procedures were modified; however, the ticket price remained unchanged, and at a press conference, Don King justified the $30 fee as appropriate and that he did not blame the promoters for charging that price, adding that "you must understand, you get what you pay for." During the last concert of the Victory Tour at the Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles, Jackson announced his split from The Jacksons during "Shake Your Body".   His charitable work continued with the release of "We Are the World" (1985), co-written with future Icon Lionel Richie, which raised money for the poor in the U.S. and Africa. It earned $63 million (equivalent to $158,728,032 in 2021) and became one of the best-selling singles, with 20 million copies sold. It won four Grammy Awards in 1985, including Song of the Year for Michael and Lionel as its writers.    Michael collaborated with Sir Paul McCartney in the early 1980s and learned that Paul was making $40 million a year from owning the rights to other artists' songs. By 1983, Michael had begun buying publishing rights to others' songs, but he was careful with his purchases, only bidding on a few of the dozens offered to him. Michael's early buys included Sly and the Family Stone's "Everyday People" (1968), Len Barry's "1–2–3" (1965), Dion DiMucci's "The Wanderer" (1961), and "Runaround Sue" (1961).   In 1984, it was announced that the publishing rights to nearly 4000 songs from ATV Music, including most of the Beatles' material, were coming up for sale. In 1981, Paul McCartney was offered the catalog for £20 million ($40 million). Michael submitted a bid of $46 million on November 20, 1984. When Michael and Paul were unable to make a joint purchase, McCartney did not want to be the sole owner of the Beatles' songs, and did not pursue an offer on his own. At first, Michael's team couldn't figure it out and walked away, but then they heard someone else was looking to buy them. Michael's increased bid of $47.5 million (equivalent to $119,675,897 in 2021) was accepted because he could close the deal faster. His purchase of ATV Music was finalized on August 10, 1985.   So, at this time, why was Michael being questioned about his look and his music? As a child, Michael had a sweet, dark-skinned appearance; many early Jackson 5 fans regarded him as the cutest of the brothers. J. Randy Taraborrelli, author of Michael Jackson: The Magic and the Madness, has written, "[Michael] believed his skin… 'messed up my whole personality.' He no longer looked at people as he talked to them. His playful personality changed, and he became quieter and more serious. He thought he was ugly – his skin was too dark, he decided, and his nose too wide. It was no help that his insensitive father and brothers called him 'Big Nose.'" Also, as Jackson became an adolescent, he was horribly self-conscious about acne. Hilburn recalled going through a stack of photos with Jackson one night and coming across a picture of him as a teenager: "'Ohh, that's horrible,' [Jackson] said, recoiling from the picture."   The face Jackson displayed on the cover of Thriller had changed; the skin tone seemed lighter and his nose thinner and straighter. In his book, Moonwalk, Michael claimed that much of the physical overhaul was due to a change in his diet; he admitted to altering his nose and chin, but he denied he'd done anything to his skin. Still, the changes didn't end there. Over the years, Michael's skin grew lighter and lighter, his nose tapered more and more, and his cheekbones became more defined. This all became fair game for mockery to some; to others, it seemed like mutilation – not just because it might have been an act of conceit, aimed to keep him looking child-like, but worse because some believed Michael wanted to transform himself into a white person. Or an androgyne – somebody with both male and female traits.  Michael's art was still his best way of making a case for himself at that time. Then, in 1987, he released Bad, his highly-anticipated successor to Thriller. It may not have been as eventful and ingenious as Off the Wall and Thriller, but Bad was awesome.    It became the first album to produce five U.S. number-one singles: "I Just Can't Stop Loving You," "Bad," "The Way You Make Me Feel," "Man in the Mirror," and "Dirty Diana.", which you can hear our version at the end of this episode. Another song, "Smooth Criminal," peaked at number seven. Bad won the 1988 Grammy for Best Engineered Recording – Non-Classical and the 1990 Grammy Award for Best Music Video, Short Form for "Leave Me Alone". Michael won an Award of Achievement at the American Music Awards in 1989 after Bad generated five number-one singles, became the first album to top the charts in 25 countries, and the best-selling album worldwide in 1987 and 1988. By 2012, it had sold between 30 and 45 million copies worldwide. Oh, and it was considered a "flop." Oh, and The title track for the Bad album was supposed to be a duet with Prince. But the latter walked away from it due to the opening line "Your butt is mine". "Now, who is going to sing that to whom? Cause [he] sure ain't singing that to me, and I sure ain't singing it to [him]," Prince said in a TV interview with American comedian Chris Rock.   Later that year, Michael staged his first solo tour, The Bad World Tour. It ran from September 12, 1987, to January 14, 1989. The tour had 14 sellouts in Japan and drew 570,000 people, nearly tripling the previous record for a single tour. In addition, the 504,000 people who attended seven sold-out shows at Wembley Stadium set a new Guinness World Record.   In 1988, Michael released the autobiography, as mentioned earlier, Moonwalk. It sold 200,000 copies and reached the top of the New York Times bestsellers list. In October, Michael released a film, Moonwalker, which featured live footage and short films starring himself and Goodfella star Joe Pesci. In the U.S., it was released direct-to-video and became the best-selling videocassette. The RIAA certified it as eight-time platinum. In March 1988, Jackson purchased 2,700 acres (11 km2) of land near Santa Ynez, California, to build a new home, Neverland Ranch, at $17 million (equivalent to $38,950,760 in 2021).   In 1991, Michael renewed his contract with Sony for $65 million (equivalent to $129,317,127 in 2021), a record-breaking deal. Also, in 1991, he released his eighth album, Dangerous, co-produced with Mr. Rumpshaker himself, Teddy Riley. It was certified eight times platinum in the U.S., and by 2018 had sold 32 million copies worldwide. In the U.S., the first single, "Black or White," was the album's highest-charting song; it was number one on the Billboard Hot 100 for seven weeks and achieved similar chart performances worldwide, and the video featured a very young Macauley Culkin.  The second single, "Remember the Time," peaked at number three on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart, and that video featured Eddie Murphy. At the end of 1992, Dangerous was the best-selling album worldwide and "Black or White" the best-selling single of the year worldwide at the BillboardMusic Awards.   Obviously, Michael wanted to tour in promotion of his latest album, and The Dangerous World Tour ran between June 1992 and November 1993 and grossed $100 million (equivalent to $187,583,506 in 2021); Jackson performed for 3.5 million people in 70 concerts, all of which were outside the U.S. A part of the proceeds went to the Heal the World Foundation. In addition, Michael sold the broadcast rights of the tour to HBO for $20 million, a record-breaking deal that still hasn't been broken.   Also, in 1993, Michael performed at the Super Bowl 27 halftime show in Pasadena, California. The NFL wanted a prominent musical artist to keep ratings high during halftime. It was the first Super Bowl where the halftime performance drew higher audience figures than the game. Jackson played "Jam," "Billie Jean," "Black or White," and "Heal the World." Dangerous rose 90 places in the album chart after the performance   In January 1993, Michael won three American Music Awards for Favorite Pop/Rock Album (Dangerous), Favorite Soul/R&B Single ("Remember the Time"), and he was the first to win the International Artist Award of Excellence. In addition, he won the "Living Legend Award" at the 35th Annual Grammy Awards in Los Angeles in February. He attended the award ceremony with Brooke Shields. In addition, "Dangerous" was nominated for Best Vocal Performance (for "Black or White"), Best R&B Vocal Performance for "Jam," and Best R&B Song for "Jam."   In June 1995, Michael released the double album HIStory: Past, Present, and Future, Book I. The album debuted at number one on the charts and certified for eight million sold in the U.S. It is the best-selling multi-disc album of all time, with 20 million copies (40 million units) sold worldwide. In addition, HIStory received a Grammy nomination for Album of the Year. The first single from HIStory was "Scream/Childhood." "Scream" was a duet with Michael's youngest sister Janet, or "Miss Jackson if you're nasty." The single reached number five on the Billboard Hot 100 and received a Grammy nomination for "Best Pop Collaboration with Vocals." Also, at the time, in 1995, it was the most expensive music video ever produced. It had a budget of 7 million dollars. FOR ONE VIDEO!!  His second single, "You Are Not Alone," holds the Guinness world record for the first song to debut at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. In addition, it received a Grammy nomination for "Best Pop Vocal Performance" in 1995.   In November of the same year, Michael merged his ATV Music catalog with Sony's music publishing division, creating Sony/ATV Music Publishing. He kept ownership of half the company, earning $95 million upfront (equivalent to $168,941,909 in 2021) and the rights to a ton more songs.   Michael promoted HIStory with the obviously named HIStory World Tour, from September 7, 1996, to October 15, 1997. He performed 82 concerts in five continents, 35 countries, and 58 cities to over 4.5 million fans, making it his most attended tour. It grossed $165 million, or $302,346,462 today.   In 1997, Michael released Blood on the Dance Floor: HIStory in the Mix, which contained remixes of singles from HIStory and five new songs. Worldwide sales stand at 6 million copies, making it the best-selling remix album ever. It reached number one in the U.K., as did the title track. In the U.S., the album reached number 24 and was certified platinum. Yeah, a remix album going platinum.   From October 1997 to September 2001, Michael worked on his tenth solo album, Invincible, which cost $30 million to record! Invincible was released on October 30, 2001. It was his first full-length album in six years and the last album of original material he would release in his lifetime. It debuted at number one in 13 countries, sold eight million copies worldwide, and went double platinum.   In September 2001, Michael performed in two "30th Anniversary concerts" with his brothers for the first time since 1984. The show also featured Mýa, Usher, Whitney Houston, Destiny's Child, Monica, Liza Minnelli, and Slash.    On January 9, 2002, Michael won his 22nd American Music Award for Artist of the Century.   On November 18, 2003, Sony released Number Ones, a greatest hits compilation. It was certified five-times platinum by the RIAA, and nine times platinum in the UK, for shipments of at least 2.7 million units.   During this time, allegations of child sexual abuse, and the trials that followed, were all over the news. If you're unfamiliar, you can research it for yourself.  Unfortunately, Michael's finances were also coming undone; he had been spending ludicrous sums, and he'd mismanaged his money – which took some doing since he had made such a vast fortune. As a result, the biggest star in the world had fallen from the tallest height. He left the country and moved to Bahrain, where it was announced that Jackson had signed a contract with a Bahrain-based startup, Two Seas Records; nothing came of the deal, and Two Seas CEO Guy Holmes, later said it was never finalized. That October, Fox News reported that Michael had been recording at a studio in County Westmeath, Ireland. It was unknown what he was working on or who had paid for the sessions; his publicist stated that he had left Two Seas by then. After that, Michael was only occasionally seen or heard from. Nobody knew whether he could recover his name or preserve his undeniable music legacy until he announced an incredibly ambitious series of 50 concerts – which he described as the "final curtain call."    The "This Is It" shows were his first significant concerts since the HIStory World Tour in 1997. Michael suggested he would retire after the shows. The initial plan was for 10 concerts in London, followed by shows in Paris, New York City, and Mumbai. Randy Phillips, president, and chief executive of AEG Live, predicted the first 10 dates would earn Jackson £50 million, or close to 63 Million US dollars. After record-breaking ticket sales, the London shows were increased to 50 dates; over one million tickets were sold in less than two hours. The concerts were to run from July 13, 2009, to March 6, 2010. Michael moved back to Los Angeles, where he rehearsed in the weeks leading up to the tour under the direction of choreographer Kenny Ortega, whom he had worked with during his previous tours. Most rehearsals took place at the Staples Center, which was owned by AEG.   It's hard to believe that Jackson, who was so proud of his public performances and so peerless at delivering them, would have committed himself to a project he might fail so tremendously. At the same time, it is not inconceivable that Michael Jackson could have been a man half-hungry and broken in the past few years. All that is certain is that on June 25, in Los Angeles, Michael Jackson met the only sure redemption he might know in the most famous unexpected, and mysterious death in current history. That redemption didn't come because he died, but because his death forced us to reconsider what his life added up to. Less than three weeks before the first This Is It show was due to kick off in London, with all concerts sold out, I repeat; sold out, Michael Jackson died from cardiac arrest caused by a propofol and benzodiazepine overdose. Conrad Murray, his personal physician, had given Michael different medications to help him sleep at his rented mansion in Holmby Hills, Los Angeles. Paramedics received a 911 call at 12:22 pm Pacific time and arrived three minutes later. He wasn't breathing, and the medics performed CPR. Resuscitation efforts continued en route to Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center and for more than an hour after Michael's arrival, but were unsuccessful, and Michael Jackson, the king of pop, was pronounced dead at 2:26 pm.   News of his death spread quickly online, causing websites to slow down, crash from user overload, and put unprecedented strain on services and websites, including Google, AOL Instant Messenger, Twitter, and Wikipedia. Overall, web traffic rose by between 11% and 20%. MTV and BET aired marathons of Michael's music videos, and specials aired on television stations worldwide. MTV briefly returned to its original music video format, which is messed up that it took an Icon to die for MTV to actually be MUSIC TELEVISION, and they aired hours of Michael's music videos, with live news specials featuring reactions and interviews from MTV personalities and other celebrities.   His memorial was held on July 7, 2009, at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, preceded by a private family service at Forest Lawn Memorial Park's Hall of Liberty. Over 1.6 million fans applied for tickets to the memorial; the 8,750 recipients were drawn at random, and each received two tickets. The memorial service was one of the most-watched events in streaming history, with an estimated US audience of 31.1 million and an estimated 2.5 to 3 billion worldwide. Mariah Carey, Stevie Wonder, Lionel Richie, Jennifer Hudson, and others performed at the memorial, and Smokey Robinson and Queen Latifah gave eulogies. Reverend Al Sharpton received a standing ovation with cheers when he told Michael's children: "Wasn't nothing strange about your daddy. It was strange what your daddy had to deal with. But he dealt with it anyway." Michael's 11-year-old daughter Paris Katherine, wept as she addressed the crowd. Michael's body was entombed on September 3, 2009, at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, California.   Oh, but wait. There's more. But of course there is. It's Michael Jackson!   His doctor was initially charged with involuntary manslaughter and was found guilty. So he was sentenced to four years. Yep... four friggin years.    After his death, Michael was still winning awards. He won 4 awards at 2009's AMA's, bringing his total AMA wins to 26, something no one else has touched.    The documentary "Michael Jackson's This Is It" came out shortly after, and I have seen it and loved it, as sad as it was knowing that he'd never get to perform those concerts. Despite a limited two-week engagement, the film became the highest-grossing documentary or concert film ever, with more than $260 million worldwide earnings.

Easy.I've been thinking these last few weeks, about penning some thoughts on rap lyrics; specifically, around content, when working in a workshop-type-educational setting with young people; and the type of conflict I often come up against when doing this. So here it is. A bit of-preamble before, thoughI've been facilitating workshops now for a number of years; mainly around poetry, rap, beatbox and theatre. Sometimes all together. I work on the premise that it's about people expressing themselves and being able to tell own stories, in their own way. Most of which, I'd come to learn from working with my good pal Conrad Murray (you can find out in more detail about the processes we use in THIS here BOOK making Hip Hop theatre) Regardless of the medium, that's what I'm trying to do; in a nutshell.In the world of youth-arts, you'll often hear the much talked about category of ‘hard-to-reach-young-people.' Ie- kids that don't engage with the arts so much, if at all. A lot of the time, these are the young people I'm working with. Sometimes I'm able to engage with them, using a rap context as lots of them enjoy rap music and I've been fortunate enough to work on some really meaningful projects.  Rap music has been popular my entire life but gradually over the last twenty years, for a lot of British kids it's become something that isn't just a popular form of entertainment in the UK, it's a thing you can actually do, in the UK.I can remember being young and loving hip-hop but thinking that it's something that Americans do. UK Hip Hop was a small niche but UK Garage and Jungle MC's really helped to break down the idea that a kid from these shores could spit too and in their own accent.These days most young people I encounter are more likely to listen to British rappers than American rappers, often rappers from their own areas even; so at the very least, it can be a starting point just to get them talking, when I'm initially trying to engage them. Rap is a broad church, I'm 38, I like what I like and though I try and keep an ear out for what's currently popping, most of the time I don't know; so I get them to tell me about who they're listening too. The whole process is anchored on earning their trust and for what are probably good reasons, they don't tend to give that out easily; hence the ‘hard-to-reach' tag. It takes timeIn this sort of work, there's normally some kind of loose objective involved (which is often due to funding requiring an outcome and isn't always helpful) – produce some music, work towards a performance, that kind of thing. Sometimes, it's enough just to engage them in the street, in conversation for ten minutes, let alone getting them into a building and into some kind of workshop environment, which is what the well-meaning but often naive funders want.Building up the type of trust required to even get them into a building and into a some of kind of structure can take a lot of time; weeks, months, years even.  So after all of that, if you're able to get even one young person into a room to start writing lyrics, you've done well but you're now into the tricky-waters of content.I'm no psychologist but particularly with boys, they're going to naturally want to emulate what their peers, or perceived elders are doing. In the last few years, the most popular form of rap, has been Drill. Which often talks about violence and street-crime. This is their main reference point, it's what they know (in terms of the music), so it's natural this is the sort of stuff they're going to try and create; these rappers, are who they look up to.A lot of it, to be fair, is just bravado and metaphor, which as far as I'm aware, has been around for time immemorial. Whether a rapper is rapping about how violent they are, or how many drugs they've sold, to how many books they've read and how much wisdom they have, it's still just bravado. And it's part of rap. This is hip-hop after all. (Where the line gets very blurred and serious, is when actual incidences are being referenced but that's a whole another discussion.)The problem for me comes when they start writing this stuff and it includes violence, crime and sexist lyrics etc. I operate on the basis that it's a win just getting them into the room and giving it go. For a lot of them, it might be their first time, so the content, to me, doesn't matter so much in those early stages. Also, they're often doing it around their peers, so there's all those group-dynamics to take into account. But as long as they're doing something, I think that's a good thing, regardless of what they've said, they're using their voices and learning the craft of constructing lyrics and rhymes.The trick is to build their trust over time and work with them, to broaden their horizons a bit and challenge them, but like I said, this takes a long time and often these projects will only run over a short period.If I started wagging a moral finger at them from the off they'd be gone, never to be seen again; which defeats the whole object of dong this work. Lots of these projects, organisations and funders are well-meaning but naive in their aims and objectives, and increasingly idealistic. Talking to these young people about distant academic concepts, like toxic-masculinity, or heteronormativity, is rarely going to end well, yet sometimes it feels like that's what some of these leaders in charge want me to do. They can walk in a room, whilst I'm running a session and look at or hear some of the lyrics that are being created and tick me off about it, it's happened before; which makes me think if that's all they care about? As opposed to the process of slowly developing a relationship with these young people over time and encouraging them to explore their thoughts and expand their thinking, whilst taking creative risks in a safe environment; without castigating them, which more often than not, is what they expect from adults with any kind of authority. I'd be interested to hear alternative thoughts on this, as I'm sure there's people out there who disagree with me. I can only do what I know and what I think works and where I've been allowed the space to do this, I've seen positive results.There are times when I've had to draw a line. With most young people who are used to engaging in these sorts of projects, setting boundaries is one of the first things you do but with these so called hard-to-reach kids, who already feel like they've been written off; it's never that simple. A little patience and less judgement, please.So there you go, some thoughts. I mentioned last week that I started writing this article and trashed it, because I thought it was no good. But then I reminded myself about why I started this blog, to put my work out but also to learn and try and take a few risks. I want to get better at writing this sort of stuff but it doesn't come easily to me, it's a craft that I‘m learning and hopefully improving.It'll most likely be back to the regularly scheduled program next week, ie me just putting up bits of writing that I'm working on from this show, or maybe I'll start that Peep Show article I was going on about.Either way, large up for reading / listening. Give it a subscribe if you like, it really helpsHave a great weekendPeas and tatersPaul This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cree.substack.com

Our most fashionable episode yet, we talk high fashion. Talk a little about Dr. Conrad Murray and of course Uncle Howard shouts out his boys mosquito timmy, big aidan, the general, turpentine sal, and the rest of the under the bridge crew.

Hip-hop artist Conrad Murray talks to PJ about beatboxing which he will be teaching in Jun 14 - 16 as part of the Cork Midsummer Festivalemail susan@corkmidsummer.com if you want to attend! See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Greetings. What a week, eh? Even a pasty, occasionally misanthropic and increasingly anti-social prick like me, likes a bit of sun from time to time and it came out this week, in all its glory. Charged up on a bit of Vitamin D, seems to have a put a smile on mine on my wife's face, on what feels like a long winter here in England and I weren't even here, for a good chunk of it.Since I've come back from America, I've been back running-round London doing workshops again. Poetry, theatre and a bit of rapping; even a rap-battle workshop with some senior citizens , which was a lot of fun.I'm knackered, mate but I'm not complaining, I'm glad of the work. I'm scared to say it, as after the ups and downs of the last two years, who knows what's going to happen but this is the closest it's felt to what it was before like the pandemic; before all us freelancers got those dreaded  ‘project cancelled' emails. But I'll save the COVID moans for another time, I'm just pleased to be out and about, doing what I enjoy and seeing people again.Large up everyone that came to BAC for the duel-book launch, last week, of Making Hip Hop Theatre and the Beats and Elements Hip Hop Theatre Anthology. Got to perform with the team again, Conrad Murray, Lakeisha Lynch-Stevens and Gambit Ace, alongside the mighty Beatbox Academy, who are finally back out on tour again, with Frankenstein and we got to see some new stuff.   Felt like I was part of hip-hop-theatre history in that room. The godfather himself passed through, Jonzi D, Cons original company, TDC, were inside, of course Beats & Elements and the Beatbox Academy and a lot of family and friends. Go cop the books, if you're interested in getting into theatre or getting into hip hop, or both, there's something for everyone. With all this running back and forth to London (now that I live in Maidstone) I spend a lot of time on the train, which is where I'm getting most of my writing done. That one-hour journey to Victoria seems like a good solid block for me and I'm making good-progress, re-working a lot of this show, I'm now half-way through. It's a lot of work but I'm enjoying it. Some of the stories have changed massively, some are now gone completely, some are only changed a bit. It's getting there… he says.If you're interested in seeing what I've been doing with it so far, go check the You Tube channel. I'd like to start doing some more videos again. Anyway, here's story number 2: Smiths. Enjoy. And oh yea, if you like, give it a subscribe; it all helps.Smiths (3 mins)School? I tolerated it. I liked seeing my mates but I don't think I had the required focus for it, I fidgeted a lot, looked out the window. From about year 9, I found myself drifting, figurately and literally, to the back of the class. I just didn't get a lot of it. Maths, Science, French. I preferred a good old daydream, like I did on my paper-round but difference with that was, there was no one there to tell me off.One day after school I get this call from Mr Smith. He tells me that my brother Will's mate Mark, has since left Smith's, to tread that golden path to the golden arches of McDonalds, in Gatwick's South Terminal - meaning that the coveted role of Saturday assistant was vacant - sound the trumpets and did I want the job? Me. The anointed one. £2.50 an hour, 5 hours a week, plus my Sunday paper round, that's like…MORE money!‘Yes Mr Smith - I'll Take It'So through a blatant case of only employing underage, underpaid, internal candidates, I was now a shop assistant14 years old and balling out of control, it sounded sickUntil there's a que's going the door, I'm on my own in the shop, busting for a piss and most of them want lottery tickets and the machine is temperamental at best, the tickets keep getting stuck and I oh no, I've short-changed someone, again,Nice try sonhe thinks I did it on purpose!I get confused when adding up prices. Mr smith, he's like a maths genius, does it all in his head and just dishes out the change like a casual fist bump with his mates. I have to punch it all in the clunky old till, where half the time the buttons don't work, and I still seem to mess it up.Then I'm a blind-folded donkey, trying to pin the tail on whatever brand of obscure cigarettes these customers want, Peter Steveuyson, no, next row to the left a bit, down a bit, down a bitSome rude-boy comes in, all curtains, bauer-turbos and spliffy jacket wanting fags, he looks about 15Sorry, mate have you got any ID?What, have you got any ID bruv?!I'm still only 14 and Mr Smith tells me to say I'm 16 if anyone asks, especially if that guy from the council comes in again.The lottery tickets are still getting stuck, someone else now thinks I've tried to swiz them for change and some girl, who I thought was smiling at me, has just walked out , with spiffy-jacket-kid, eating a load of pick n mix, which she hasn't paid for and just looked at me, again, laughing.Then it all goes quiet, just when I think I can finally slip-off for a piss, on que, that creepy guy walks in. Same time every week, side parting and glasses, 80's sports Jacket and cream trousers with the press. Picks up his three broadsheets, has a quick glance left and right and then like a lizard catching a fly, leaps up to the top shelf and selects three jazz mags. Slots them between the broadsheets, brings them to the counter, lifts up the corner of the paper-pile so I can only see the prices but I can tell by the branding that this week it's Mayfair on top, last week it was Club Internationale I don't know how I know that but I just do … I look at him and he looks at me and I know that he knows that I know. He pays up, he slips out and I feel weird, I feel a bit repulsed by him but at the same time kinda sorry for him; I wonna look at that jazz mags too.Mr Smith arrives to lock up the shop. I get a crumpled £5 note in my wages plus coins. I take a piss, at last and head home, knackered, just in time to leave for church.I liked that feeling of the money my pocket every week. But I felt like I was no good at that job and I dreaded going back in every Saturday, like I dreaded going into school, knowing I found both so difficult. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cree.substack.com

Greetings, bonjour, what's happening? How we doing?So this week I've started work back on Make Your Own bed and Hope for the Best; which is a solo theatre show about my experiences of employment. I started developing it back in 2019 – To be honest its become a bit of a labour of love, which is ironic, considering the subject matter but I'm determined to get it finished this year.It's been through various iterations, most of which you can see for yourself on my YouTube channel, where I've been documenting the process. The most recent incarnation was back last July, where I did two nights at Camden People's Theatre; as a full work-in-progress show. It went alright, all in all but I still wasn't happy with it. So I'm back playing with it again and have been re-working the stories, which form the core of the material. It's odd, the more I write this sort of stuff, the harder it seems to get.Last year, when I went through this process, I found it quite useful to share what I was doing online, I think it helped build up a little bit of interest, whilst helping me edit the work. I'm going to try and do something similar again but in cooperating the old Substack. Well, it's not old, is it?I gotta' say, I've been enjoying doing this though, putting things up on Lager Time. I think I will continue to put up various bits and bobs: poems, stories and thoughts; as well as the show material as I go back through it, until I find my stride with it.I've also been putting a bit of time in to get better at recording audio. I can be quite lazy with that kind of thing but at some point, I'd like to try my hand at voiceovers and the like, geezers gotta' eat somehow… and that seems another way to earn some much-needed spondoolies; so it's good practise for me. Maybe not recording right next to a window would be a good start in improving things.Large up all of you that have been supportive with it so far, I hope you're enjoying it, like I am. On a quick note, before we get into the material, there's two new books that have bene published this week, which are both very significant for me and my beats & Elements collaborators.Making Hip Hop Theatre Beatbox and Elements – by Conrad Murray and Katie Beswick &Beats and Elements: A Hip Hop Theatre TrilogyThe former is the go-to guide, on making hip hop theatre, alongside interviews and the latter, is three plays, No Milk For The Foxes, Denmarked and High Rise eState of Mind. Two of which I co-wrote. It's nuts to see both the work and process in print. We made most of this stuff from nothing.They're both published by Methuen Drama and are available at all good book stores.PAPER-BOYApart from that job I got licking stamps for a mate of my dad's; some primitive spam-operation for a charter flight company, in the Gatwick metro centre, when I was about nine, the first proper paid gig I got was being a Sunday paper boy, for Smith's Newsagents, Horley, in Surrey where I grew up. 12 years old man and boy (northern accent )My brother Will's mate, Mark, had originally held that paper- round but he'd graduated from Sunday Paper-Boy to that coveted role of Saturday assistant in Smiths. He phoned up Will one day and asked Will if wanted the vacant round. Will asked mum and dad.  Dad said he can only do it, if he split the round with it me. So through a blatant case of nepotism and state intervention, I got my first job, in partnership with my brother Will. I was a working man… boy.Few months into doing it and Will also got a Saturday job and in what I now view in retrospect, as an aggressive cooperate take-over of the partnership, the whole round become solely mine. Yes. The whole £3. 300pence, all for, me.Getting up early is tough, especially when it's dark, cold and wet and the only people about: are dog-walkers, odd balls, airport workers and casualties from the night before. But I get to ride my bike really fast through the subway the empty high-street, pulling little wheelies.Each week I'd sit on the steps of the British Legion, at the start of the round and scan the back of the tabloids for the Millwall match reports form Saturdays games and any other football news as well any pictures I can find of semi-naked women .Increasingly I began to take note of the front pages too. Politicians, commentators, journalists; who are these people and why are they always in scandals?I'd listen to my Walkman, really loud. Missioning it between the streets; compilation tapes, hip hip, grunge, jungle, metal and whatever else my older siblings fed me. I learnt which houses I had to have special requirements for, paper under the mat, top letter-box only. The ones which the crazy dogs, which gaffs took the tabloids and which was took the broadsheets and would curse those ones for the sheer size of the papers in proportion to their tiny letter boxes. Who had time to read all of that?Each week I'd ride past the bike shop and look at all the sick bmx's and mountain bikes and try and work-out how many weeks paper-round wages it would take me to save for one. Adds up with fingers And then I'd quicky abandon that calculation because I hate maths and it would probably take me years, anyway.I got good at this job and I was reliable; that's what Mr Smith said to me one day.  He started giving me extra rounds when the other kids were off sick or on holiday, which meant more dough, which brings me to the best bit in all of this; riding back to the shop, when I finished the round and Mr Smith pressing that magic button to open the till, sliding out the dough, then placing those solid, grubby, heavy, gold nuggets; three of the queens finest English pounds, right into my sweaty-palm.I'd look at it, enjoy the weight of it. Then I'd always have that brief moment, like Gollum in the Lord of the Rings where Gollum's his eyes bulge at the sight at the ring. I'd get this sudden urge to buy things, stickers, sweets, magazines, newspapers, greetings-cards, stationary, paper-plates and party poppers, napkins and ladies tights. I wanted it all! Right there and then!Sometimes I would spank the lot, right then and then, on sweets and stickers and whatever else, then regret it later on. But most of the time I didn't. Having the paper-round, meant I could pay for birthday and Christmas presents, and lynx deodorant and Oxy ten spot cream, that stuffs expensive and mum weren't buying it for me. I liked the feeling that I could pay for stuff, using money that I'd earnt.I'd ride home, say hello to mum and make myself a boiled egg with soldiers, then watch the Holyoaks Omnibus and I remember thinking to myself, if this is what working life is like, I'm alright with that This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cree.substack.com

Kicking off 2022 after our brief New Year's holiday hiatus,  we bring you the infamous malpractice case of Michael Jackson.  In part 1, we discuss the events leading up to the King of Pop's death, the backstory of his personal physician at the time, Dr. Conrad Murray, and the series of missteps that led up to Jackson's death being labeled a homicide, rather than just the average malpractice crime.  For a full list of all episode references and pictures, visit our case files and pictures page! https://www.ethicalsideeffects.com/episode-case-filesBuy Merch, Subscribe, & Follow Us!https://linktr.ee/EthicalSideEffects Go to https://partner.canva.com/ESEFFECTS to get started with a one-month free trial of Canva Pro today! Stop scrolling and starting listening now, with Newsly! Use promo code ESEFFECT at newsly.me and receive a 1-month free premium subscriptionSupport the show

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Tonight's rundown: A new COVID variant has emerged, and the media believes panic is the best medicine  Similar to Donald Trump's travel ban at the onset of COVID in 2020, President Biden has enacted his own ban from South Africa and 7 other nations  The Wisconsin Christmas parade crash is a prime example of the breakdown in Democrat progressive policies which allow career criminals to run free  San Francisco residents have had enough of their radical DA, Chesa Boudin, as the prosecutor is headed for a recall vote in June 2022 Bill comps rocker Mick Jagger with a ticket to his Trump/O'Reilly History Tour This Month In History, 2011: Dr. Conrad Murray is sentenced to 4 years in jail  Final Thought: An update on how Bill got through his health ordeal Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On June 25, 2009, Michael Jackson was found unresponsive in his bedroom by his in-house doctor, Conrad Murray. It was about 40 minutes before security made the 911 call. Jackson was rushed to the hospital and pronounced dead at 2:26pm (PDT). He was 50 years old. In the months leading up to his death, Jackson was rehearsing daily for his upcoming "This Is It" tour, that was scheduled to start on July 8 in London. In late July, the medical examiner ruled Jackson's death a homicide and the LAPD eventually named Murray as the suspect. On August 28, the LA County Coroner released the toxicology report, declaring that Jackson died of acute Propofol intoxication. Several other prescription drugs were found in Jackson's system. Murray was charged with involuntary manslaughter for his malpractice and carelessness. 

Michael Jackson's tragic final moments with Dr. Conrad Murray. Brooke Mueller and Charlie Sheen's Aspen altercation. Suge Knight's deadly hit and run, and Paula Abdul's romantic night gone wrong. Hollywood 911 is part of the Dark Hollywood collection in The REELZ Files. New podcasts drop each Thursday. Next week, Brittany Murphy, Bryan Cranston, Amanda Bynes and Nicki Minaj all call on help when things go wrong. Like what you hear and want more true crime and mystery? Go to https://www.reelz.com/podcasts/

It is Thursday June 25th. Let's start the podcast! IT HAPPENED TODAY • 1947: The Diary of Anne Frank was published. • 1951: The first commercial color telecast took place as CBS transmitted a one-hour special from New York to four other cities. • 1991: Francis Johnson's world record 8.7-ton ball of twine, which he had been building since 1950, was moved to a prominent place in downtown Darwin, Minnesota, where more people could see it. • 2002: A five-year-old Sicilian boy tore up $1,525 in cash, his father's monthly salary, the day after his grandfather told him money was trash and couldn't buy happiness. • 2009: Michael Jackson died at age 50 from an overdose of the powerful anesthetic propofol. The singer's doctor, Conrad Murray, was convicted of involuntary manslaughter. SPECIAL EVENTS • It's six months till Christmas!  • Color TV Day • Global Beatles Day • Global Smurfs Day • Bomb Pop Day • Catfish Day • Hand Shake Day • Strawberry Parfait Day • Goat Cheese Day NUMBER FOR THE DAY 66: Players who suited up for just one NBA game. NEWS ATTACK! - A study finds that if processed foods are labeled as healthy, people tend to overindulge in them. - Masks are big sellers on Etsy and the website sold around 12 million in April alone. - Users of Windows 10 will soon see a better Start menu. [You'll see a list of your apps, a ‘sleep' switch, and a link for ordering a Macbook.] - The latest poll shows if the election were held today, Joe Biden would win. [And then take a nap.] - The latest poll shows if the election were held today, Donald Trump would lose. [But not on Twitter.] - Baseball fans are happy there will be 60 games and not a canceled season. - Thanks to COVID-19 and drive-in theaters, Jurassic Park is No. 1 at the box office again. - The 2021 summer vacation planning period began earlier than ever, with many people who had planned bigger trips for summer 2020 simply pushing back those reservations to 2021. One travel company says 89 percent of clients with trips cancelled by pandemic shut-downs rebooked the very same itinerary for 2021. - A dog in Tennessee has become the oldest known living golden retriever in history after celebrating her 20th birthday in April. Most golden retrievers live between 10 and 12 years. - Google announced Wednesday it will start to automatically delete users' location history and web activity after 18 months. Previously, users had to turn this setting on if they didn't want Google to store their data for an indefinite amount of time. - Men are almost twice as likely to speed on the road as women, according to analysis of more than five billion miles of driving data. On average, men speed 94 per cent more than women, but women in their forties are found to speed 2 percent more than their male counterparts. - A study says delivering bad news is easier — and the information gets delivered more accurately — when done by email rather than face-to-face or by phone. A co-author of the study thinks its because “People don't sugarcoat” the news — “they just tell it like it is” through email. - Could our favorite morning drink also help fight one of its biggest health issues, obesity? That's the suggestion from a British study (University of Nottingham) that finds coffee stimulates the human body's “brown fat,” a heat-generating form of fat that literally burns calories in a process called thermogenesis. - In wacky news - A first date went from locking lips to angry words for a couple in China over a dispute involving dentures damaged during a passionate kiss. Police were called after a 30-year-old man got upset with his significant over the dental disaster. He told officers he had lost four false teeth while making out with his date, which he blamed on her “aggressive kissing style.” After two hours of police mediation, the man was compensated $483. Water Cooler Question You might think this is acceptable to do at work, but 84% of your...

This episode contains the testimony of Nicole Alvarez at the trial of Michael Jackson's personal physician, Dr. Conrad Murray, in September 2011. Prosecutors allege that, during Michael Jackson's final hours of life,

This episode contains the testimony of Nicole Alvarez at the trial of Michael Jackson's personal physician, Dr. Conrad Murray, in September 2011. Prosecutors allege that, during Michael Jackson's final hours of life,

The Total Tutor Neil Haley will interview  Michael Jackson's Doctor, Conrad Murray. He will  Expose Secrets of MJ's Life & Death. ‘This is It!: The Secret Lives of Dr. Conrad Murray and Michael Jackson' takes all of the speculation, concerns and secrets surrounding himself, the King of Pop, and finally exposes the truth in what is the final chapter in Jackson's intense life story. From whether or not Michael was a pedophile to the perplexing story of his changing skin color to the mysteries surrounding his last night alive, Dr. Murray tells it all as Jackson's only true confidante.  

Today on the show Kyle and Jackie O had an exclusive chat with Dr. Conrad Murray, Michael Jackson's personal physician. They also spoke to Tammy Macintosh from Wentworth and hung out with Osher Gunsberg in studio! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Rod and Karen are joined by Leonard Brothers of the Look and Listen Podcast to discuss Rod not smoking, the President handles some hecklers, big butts, Braille Club party, free hugs, Conrad Murray, threatening the president, women still need husbands, police officer harass mentally challenged black man, no sagging no service, wandering child, country singer killed, ex-con wants back in prison, puppy rapist and sword ratchetness. Twitter: @rodimusprime @SayDatAgain @TBGWT @lbrothersmedia Blog: www.theblackguywhotips.com Voice Mail: 704-557-0186 Guest Website: http://www.lbrothersmedia.com/ Sponsors: www.tweakedaudio.com Code: TBGWT

Rod and Karen are joined by Justin to discuss Xbox friend's list, expiration dates on food, atheist singles, text message signatures, scary movies, porn stores, Conrad Murray, Penn State and Flintstones suicide, blowing up best buy, sword ratchetness, 3 some gone wrong, 7 year old stripper, bubble wrap, pissed off bank customer, stabbing over candy, pastor hypocrite, sword season and a naked rampage. Intro: It's Like That - De La Soul Outro: Dial 7 - Digable Planets Twitter: @rodimusprime @SayDatAgain @RhymeOverReason Email: theblackguywhotips@gmail.com Blog: www.theblackguywhotips.com Voice Mail: 704-557-0186 Sponsor: www.shadowdogproductions.com And they're on Twitter: @ShadowDogProd