There are lots of times where I would ask, God, why can’t you just make us all be on the same level? Why is one of us excelling more than the other?ĭid you feel this way before Control? You know, when Michael was Mr. I felt very guilty for being a winner when maybe someone else in my family wasn’t doing as well as I was. I used to do that all the time because I felt guilty. I ask, why me? What did I do to deserve this? That voice inside my head starts talking. I just don’t know if there is a Michael Jackson right now. There will never be another Michael Jackson. It’s hard to say this because he’s your brother. That was very hard for me to come to, and I didn’t realize how-how do I say this correctly-how much business it was with he and I until a few years ago. She even sounds bratty just the way Michael did circa 1987 in ”Leave Me Alone.” The song is spat out over a snatch from War’s 1972 “Cisco Kid.” You can definitely feel that “ was a friend of mine” vibe.Īre you feeling competitive with Michael? And you know with that “Man in the Mirror” reference in “You,” she ain’t talking to nobody but big brother Michael. She says, like she’s admitting to a misdemeanor, that this album is the most personal, wrenching work she’s ever done. Janet says she’s always resisted taking credit for her writing. ![]() She sings (her voice is pretty and small), and she writes. Someone could have said, “Hey, try this.” But I could have swung in another direction. The only kid sitting up in the place, seeing people pretty much butt naked. I went to Studio 54 for the first time with Michael. We had a hiatus coming up, and I remember asking mother if I could go to New York and visit him because I missed him so much. I enjoyed it-but were there days I was lonely? Hell yeah! I missed my family. This is when you were Penny on Good Times ? I had a contract with a studio, and I had to be there on time every single day. When I was ten, I had a serious full-time job. Was it the stage and the cameras? Your family? Should another girl have the life that Janet had? For me, it has to do with my past and my childhood. There are times when you don’t feel deserving of what you have. I was sitting in front of this man who I had just met, like, a half hour ago, crying my eyes out. The day our paths crossed, he looked at me and told me about me. The way that I see him is as my Obi-Wan-Kenobi. He’s in his fifties, and he’s a cowboy, and he’s full of wisdom. Then I was in the desert one day, and I met this guy. When you were four and a half? You’re not trying to go into it at all? Actually, I should say the album took 26 and a half years, because there’s one incident that I won’t go into that happened to me as a kid. I don’t know if it’s something that we developed as a family, but I developed this way: If I was ever in any kind of pain, I’d find a way to brush it aside. I had to run grab a tape recorder because I couldn’t write as fast as it was coming to me. It took me thirty-one years to do this album-my entire life. Too prepared, maybe.Īnd because these are cynical times, and because every “big” album is called “classic” before it’s even in the stores, it’s easy to start believing that we are all being manipulated into thinking Jackson’s new album, The Velvet Rope, is art-pure emotion manifest-when the songs are really just an indestructible, strategically designed platform from which to maintain world pop domination. When you do that, you may sound too slow to yourself, like you’re talking through molasses but to the listener(s), you sound serene and confident. Whatever she talks about, she does it slowly. Talks about hitting a boy when she was 13 because he took her food.ĭaniel Jones, Janet Jackson's Musical Director, Dead At 41 About her dissatisfaction with the way she’s dealt with mental trauma. She lives in Malibu with René Elizondo Jr., her lover of 11 years. She’s a 31-year-old woman who got her nose done when she was a girl of 16, who eats fatless soul food prepared by the chef she’s employed for ten years now, who walks the treadmill, counting the calories burned, tallying the surreal miles toward Global Stardom. When she walks into the sitting area of her suite-waist wee, eyes lined, lips laced bricky brown-she looks like she has since she lost the weight. “She’s changed” is what they whisper gleefully, “Janet said, ‘I’m eating what I want. That her butt is wide, her tummy plump and mushy. Right up until the moment I see Janet Jackson-in a penthouse suite at New York City’s Four Seasons Hotel-people are telling me that they’ve heard “Janet is fat now.” They heard on the radio or from some other reliable source that Janet’s been seen leaving KFC with buckets of Honey Roast.
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