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jan Gaye: After the Dance: My Life with Marvin Gaye

 

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Gaye, Jan. After the Dance: My Life with Marvin Gaye. Amistad: HarperCollins. May 2015. 224p. ISBN 9780062135513. $25.99; ebk. ISBN 9780062135537. MEMOIR
On her 17th birthday, Janis Hunter met rhythm-and-blues legend Marvin Gaye as he was stumbling out of his first marriage, and despite a 16-year age difference, they launched a too-hot-to-handle affair.

Their own marriage eventually collapsed under the weight of fame, drug abuse, and domestic strife. Here, Jan speaks out for the first time since Marvin was shot and killed by his father in 1984. Reportedly sizzling stuff, with many famed music figures of the day drifting through; with a 50,000-copy first printing.

 

This searing memoir of drugs, sex, and old school R&B from the wife of legendary soul icon Marvin Gaye.

On her seventeenth birthday in 1973, Janice Hunter met Marvin Gaye-the soulful prince of Motown with the seductive liquid voice whose chart-topping, socially conscious albumWhat”s Going Onmade him a superstar two years earlier. Despite a sixteen-year-age difference and Marvin”s marriage to the sister of Berry Gordy, Motown”s founder, the star-struck teenager and the emotionally volatile singer began a scorching relationship.

One moment Jan was studying high school history; the next she was accompanying Marvin to parties with other pop stars, lounging with Don Cornelius on the set ofSoul Train,and helping to discover new talent like Frankie Beverly. But the distractions and burdens of fame, the chaos of dysfunctional families, and the irresistible temptations of drugs overshadowed the love they shared and their marriage disintegrated.

Silent since Marvin”s tragic death in 1984, Jan at last opens up, sharing the moving, erotically charged story of one of music history”s most fabled marriages. Unsparing in its honesty and insight, illustrated with sixteen pages of color and black-and-white photos,After the Dancereveals what it”s like to ride shotgun on a wave of fame and self-destruction with a tortured genius who helped transform popular culture and whose artistry continues to be celebrated today.

 

 

Claudia Lennear: Brown Sugar!

thSIQWY3R6 When backing vocalist Claudia, 63, dated Mick Jagger, she inspired one of the Rolling Stones’ greatest rock anthems, as she tells Pauline McLeod

“Around the time Brown Sugar became a hit for The Rolling Stones, Mick Jagger and I were always seen together in restaurants and nightclubs in Los Angeles. That’s why people thought the song was about me, and Mick later confirmed that it was.

The airport photo of the two of us was taken at Las Vegas and that moment stands out in my memory because it was the first time I’d ever been on a private plane. I was 17, maybe 18, and I thought we were just going out to the disco in LA. Then we arrived at the airport and I was immediately suspicious when I got to the plane and there were no other passengers apart from Mick, Keith Richards and the record producer Glyn Johns. But I wasn’t nervous. The Stones had a bad-boy image but they were perfect gentlemen.

We flew to Vegas and went to a casino where Mick taught me how to play baccarat then we hopped back on the jet and came home to LA.

Mick and I dated for a long while.

It was an on-off thing because of our different schedules, but we would talk all the time on the phone. He was a lot of fun to be with, although his public persona is quite different to the way he is in private. I found him a quiet guy who was very British, with good manners, so I was always smitten by his behavior.I was also the muse for David Bowie’s song Lady Grinning Soul.I’d seen David’s show in Detroit, he asked me for some input and we struck up a friendship after that. I had to pinch myself a few times. This was the top one per cent of Rock’n’Roll that

I just happened to make friends with. I was on quite a roll, wasn’t I?When I was a kid, my first love was language and I hoped to become a translator. But my family moved to California just as I hit my teenage years and I started going out to see bands. Then I began meeting the movers and shakers in the industry, and my career took off.

Ike Turner – Tina’s husband – hired me on the spot for his band. I was an “Ikette” for three years, until I had a little spat with Tina, but by that time

I was ready to move on anyway.

After that I was a background vocalist for Eric Clapton, George Harrison and Bob Dylan at the first ever benefit gig, The Concert For Bangladesh, at Madison Square Garden. I sang with all kinds of bands and had my own solo album released. But then the 80s came round and the music business began to change. Hip-hop and rap were the new ideas and I didn’t feel I had my finger on the pulse any more. I was a single mother by then, too, so I decided that maybe I should change my career and do something that would bring in a steady pay check.I’m a teacher now, using my language skills, and it’s funny because every time there’s a new intake of students, I can guarantee that one of them will come up to me with, ‘Miss Lennear, we saw this lady on YouTube who has your name…’Life has become rather surreal of late but so exciting because I’m featured in the Oscar-winning documentary about background vocalists, 20 Feet From Stardom. There are now offers coming in for me to sing again, I’m talking record deals and putting bands together, and I feel like I’m picking up where I left off. It is just so cool.”

20 Feet From Stardom is out now.

Writer :Pauline McLeod

 

Sandrina vs. Gabby: Groupie Vs. Groupie!

 

 

Screen-shot-2014-02-27-at-10_37_14-AMSandrina Schultz claims she dated D. Wade while he was still with ex-wife Siovaughn and also had a relationship with Lamar Odom during his marriage to Khloe Kardashian. She says women who marry athletes should know when they get in these relationships that infidelity comes with the package!

Pattie Boyd: The Ultimate Trouphy!

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Patricia Anne “Pattie” Boyd (born 17 March 1944) is a model, photographer and author from the United Kingdom, best known as the first wife of both George Harrison and Eric Clapton. In August 2007, she published her autobiography Wonderful Tonight. Her photographs of Harrison and Clapton, titled Through the Eye of a Muse have been exhibited in Dublin, Sydney, Toronto, Moscow, London and throughout the United States.

Boyd was born on 17 March 1944, in Taunton, Somerset, and was the first child to Colin Ian Langdon Boyd, and Diana Frances Boyd (née Drysdale), who were married on 14 September 1942. The Boyds moved to West Lothian, Scotland where her brother Colin was born in 1946. The Boyd family moved to Guildford, Surrey, where her sister, Jenny Boyd was born in 1947.Boyd’s youngest sister, Paula, was born at Nakuru hospital, Kenya, in 1951.The Boyds lived in Nairobi, Kenya, from 1948 to 1953, after her father’s discharge from the Royal Air Force. Boyd’s parents divorced in 1952, and her mother married Robert Gaymer-Jones in February 1953, in Tanganyika (now Tanzania). The family returned to England where Boyd gained two half brothers, David J.B. (b. 1954) and Robert, Jr. (b. 1955).

Boyd attended Hazeldean School in Putney, the St Agnes and St Michael Convent Boarding School in East  Grinstead, and St Martha’s Convent in Hadley Wood, Hertfordshire (where she received three GCE O level passes in 1961). Boyd moved to London in 1962 and worked as a shampoo girl at Elizabeth Arden‘s salon, until a client who worked for a fashion magazine inspired her to begin work as a model.

Boyd began her fashion career in 1962, modelling in London, New York and Paris. She was photographed by David Bailey and Terence Donovan, and appeared on the cover of Vogue. Boyd appeared on the cover of the UK and Italian editions of Vogue magazine in 1969, with other popular models of the day, such as Twiggy, who based her early modelling appearance on Boyd. Boyd was asked by Gloria Stavers to write a column for 16 Magazine, and appeared in a TV commercial promoting Smith’s crisps. She was cast for A Hard Day’s Night, where she met George Harrison.

Boyd exhibited her photos of Harrison and Clapton, at the San Francisco Art Exchange on Valentine’s Day 2005, in a show entitled Through the Eye of a Muse. The exhibition appeared in San Francisco and London during 2006, and in La Jolla, California in 2008.Boyd’s photography was shown in Dublin and in Toronto in 2008 and at the Blender Gallery in Sydney, Australia and in Almaty, Kazakhstan in 2009 and 2010. Her exhibit “Yesterday and Today: The Beatles and Eric Clapton” was shown in Santa Catalina Island in California, and at the National Geographic Headquarters in Washington, DC in 2011.

In 2007 Boyd published her autobiography, which includes some of her photographs, titled Wonderful Today in the UK; in the US it was published with the title Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me. In the United States, Boyd’s book debuted at the top of the New York Times Best Seller list.

1964, Boyd met Harrison during the filming of A Hard Day’s Night, in which she was cast as a schoolgirl.[12][23] Her only line in the film was asking “Prisoners?”, but she later appeared in the “I Should Have Known Better” segment. Boyd was “semi-engaged” to photographer Eric Swayne at the time, thus declining a date proposal from Harrison. Several days later, after ending her relationship with Swayne, she went back to work on the film and Harrison asked her out on a date for a second time. The couple went to a private gentlemen’s club called the Garrick Club, chaperoned by the Beatles’ manager, Brian Epstein. According to Boyd, one of the first things Harrison said to her on the film set was: “Will you marry me? Well, if you won’t marry me, will you have dinner with me tonight?”

Boyd had her first encounter with LSD in early 1965 when the couple’s dentist, John Riley, secretly laced her coffee with the drug during a dinner party at his home.[As she was getting ready to leave with Harrison, John and Cynthia Lennon, Riley told them that he had spiked their drinks and tried to convince them to stay.Outside, Boyd was in an agitated state from the drug and threatened to break a store window, but Harrison pulled her away. Later, when Boyd and her group were in an elevator on their way up to the Ad Lib club, they mistakenly believed it was on fire.

Later that year, Boyd moved into Kinfauns with Harrison.The couple were engaged on 25 December 1965, and married on 21 January 1966, in a ceremony at a registry office in Ashley Road, Epsom, with Paul McCartney as best man. Later, the couple went on a honeymoon in Barbados. In September, Boyd flew with Harrison to Bombay to visit sitar virtuoso Ravi Shankar, before returning to London on 23 October 1966. The following year, Boyd attended the Our World broadcast of “All You Need Is Love“.

Through her interest in Eastern mysticism and her membership in the Spiritual Regeneration Movement, she inspired all four Beatles to meet the Indian mystic Maharishi Mahesh Yogi in London on 24 August 1967, which resulted in a visit to the Maharishi’s seminar in Bangor, the following day. Boyd accompanied Harrison on the Beatles’ visit to the Maharishi’s ashram in Rishikesh, India, in February 1968.In March 1970, Boyd moved with Harrison from Kinfauns to Friar Park, a Victorian neo-Gothic mansion, in Henley-on-Thames.

In 1973, Boyd’s marriage to Harrison began to fail and she had an affair with Faces guitarist Ronnie Wood. She separated from Harrison in 1974 and their divorce was finalised on 9 June 1977.Boyd said her decision to end their marriage and leave Harrison was based largely on his repeated infidelities, culminating in an affair with Ringo Starr‘s wife Maureen, which Boyd called “the final straw”. Boyd characterised the last year of her marriage as “fuelled by alcohol and cocaine”, and claimed “George used coke excessively, and I think it changed him … it froze his emotions and hardened his heart.”According to Boyd, Harrison’s songs “I Need You” and “Something” were written for her.

Marriage to Eric Clapton

In the late 1960s, Clapton and Harrison became close friends, and began writing and recording music together. At this time Clapton fell in love with Boyd.His 1970 album with Derek and the Dominos, Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs, was written to proclaim his love for her, particularly the hit song “Layla“.When Boyd rebuffed his advances late that year, Clapton descended into heroin addiction and self-imposed exile for three years. Boyd moved in with Clapton and married him in 1979

. Her struggles within the marriage were masked by her public image with Clapton. Although Boyd drank and admits to past drug use, she never became an alcoholic or a drug addict like Clapton did. Boyd left Clapton in September 1984, and divorced him in 1988. Her stated reasons were Clapton’s years of alcoholism, as well as his numerous affairs including one with Italian model Lory Del Santo. In 1989, her divorce was granted on the grounds of “infidelity and unreasonable behaviour”.Boyd believes she was the inspiration for the songs: “Bell Bottom Blues” and “Wonderful Tonight“.

 

 

 

Shannon Moakler:Ex Wives Club!

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Reality show veteran Shannon Moakler (ex-wife of Travis Barker) will be joining the Hollywood Exes cast this Spring.

I’m Rick James (2009) : Release Date?

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The Rick James Story comes to the screen with all same unstoppable energy and outrageous humor that made him famous. It’s a non-apologetic celebration of the man and his music. The songs drive the journey, with many never before heard tracks and Rick’s hits like “Give It To Me Baby,” “Mary Jane.”

“Party All The Time” and “Superfreak.” The documentary is told by the people who knew him, partied with him and slept with him –from club owners in Buffalo to Hollywood’s biggest celebrities. But there’s a twist. Rick narrates his own life story.

From existing on camera footage Rick literally appears in the film, providing his uncensored opinions and commentary. Quotes from magazine and newspaper interviews are his narrative voice. So when Supermodel, Janice Dickinson, claims to be the inspiration for “Superfreak,” we’ll give you Rick’s take on what really happened that night at Studio 54. “Cocaine is a hell of a drug!” This is an autobiographical chronicle from the grave.  – Written by Downtown Movies

Ike & Tina: The Early Years!

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Geraldine McGee Rosenthal: The Real Ginger!

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Geraldine (Geri) McGee Rosenthal (May 16, 1936 – November 9, 1982) was the second wife of Las Vegas sports handicapper, Frank Rosenthal. She provided the basis for the character of “Ginger,” portrayed by Sharon Stone in the 1995 movie Casino. Geri and her sister, Barbara, grew up in the Sherman Oaks community of Los AngelesSan Fernando Valley and went to Van Nuys High School with Robert Redford and Don Drysdale.

Geri started going out with Lenny Marmor in high school. Their daughter, Robin L Marmor, was born December 27, 1957, in Los Angeles, and Lenny, who never married her though he was married three times to other women, talked Geri into moving to Las Vegas. Geraldine met Anthony Spilotro while at a convention in Atlantic City. She had an affair with him at that time. Later, after marrying Rosenthal the affair with Spilotro would resume.

When Frank met Geri, she had been hustling in Las Vegas for close to eight years. She owned her own house and was raising her 11-year-old daughter Robin, who was fathered by her high school sweetheart Lenny Marmor. Geri supported her ailing mother, Alice Pollock McGee, and her sister, Barbara Stokich (b. Feb 6 1934, d. May 7, 2000), who had been abandoned with two young sons after her husband left. In 1954, Geri’s aunt (her father’s sister) received a large inheritance.

Geri’s aunt offered to send Geri to Woodbury Business School, as she had Geri’s sister Barbara, but Geri wanted to go to UCLA or USC. Instead she got a job at Thirty Drugs, then as a teller for Bank of America. Lenny would visit Geri and their daughter, usually for two or three days, often with the intention to borrow money for a “surefire” business deal. Occasionally, her father, Roy McGee, a California auto mechanic long separated from her mother, would visit. Besides Marmor and Rosenthal, Geri was also seeing John Hicks. Johnny Hicks was about 10 years younger than Geri. She adored Hicks and some believed he would have married her, except he had very rich parents who objected to the relationship.

The Hicks owned the Algiers Hotel and the Thunderbird Casino and didn’t want the couple to wed. Johnny Hicks had a $1,000-a-month trust fund and would have had it taken away if he married Geri. Johnny liked to act as a tough guy and hung around Downtown Las Vegas with a crew that used to beat up prostitutes.

 

Frank and Geri were married on May 1, 1969. They had two children, Steven and Stephanie. Their divorce was final January 16, 1981. Geraldine Rosenthal died from a drug overdose Nov. 9, 1982, and was buried at Mount Sinai Cemetery in Los Angeles. Frank Rosenthal spent $50,000 to have a private autopsy conducted.

The Jacksons: Family Secrets part II by: Stacey Brown

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After a chance meeting as a young fan, Stacy Brown became friends with the bizarre family of Michael Jackson. For 25 years, he hung out at their Hayvenhurst estate in Encino, Calif., and even ghostwrote their memoirs. He previously wrote about Katherine Jackson’s letters to her son, in which she called Michael a homophobic slur. Here, in Part Two of his memories of life among the Jacksons, he talks about the family member he knows best — Jermaine, the jealous older brother of Michael.

“That was supposed to be me,” Jermaine Jackson said, for the 100th time, talking about the superstardom his younger brother enjoyed.

“That’s why I stayed at Motown. We had plans. But once Michael beat me to it, he made sure it would only be him.”

Of all the Jacksons, none was more tortured by the cult of Michael than Jermaine. He’d spend an entire day ranting against him. The next, he’d go on a talk show and defend him.

All the while was the subtext — it should have been me.

“I still say his timing was what made him the King of Pop,” Jermaine once said. Then he asked to borrow $500 to change the tires on his Mercedes.

Thy Brother’s ‘Wife’

If there’s one best example of how dysfunctional the Jackson family is, know this — Jermaine stole away, then married, the mother of his younger brother Randy’s children.

Randy met Alejandra Oaziaza in 1986, when she was about 17 and he was 24. Randy, seven years younger than Jermaine and three years younger than Michael, missed out on the heyday of the Jacksons’ Motown fame. Too young to appear in the Jackson 5, he nonetheless was enlisted in the family business and would tour with his brothers as he got older (as Michael went solo).

Randy and Alejandra dated for a long time, but never married, having two children — Genevieve and Randy Jr. But Randy proved a bit too immature for Alejandra, and while he was away from home, Jermaine moved in.

“Randy didn’t treat me like I was the one,” Alejandra told me. “I just thought that Jermaine was different, that he was more family oriented.”

In 1995, Jermaine and Alejandra secretly married, later having children of their own — Jaafar, Donte and Jermajesty.

Randy, of course, was devastated.

“Joe Blow down the street, but my brother? In the same house?” Randy seethed about the betrayal. “She’s a pig and my brother is a fool.”

Katherine, their mother, was not amused either and treated Alejandra like the help. Randy, meanwhile, withheld child-support payments, which Jermaine said he just couldn’t understand.

“He’s an a-hole,” Jermaine said of Randy. “He shouldn’t let his feelings for me or Alejandra come between taking care of his kids.”

Jermaine didn’t understand Randy’s anger in general.

“He needs to get over it and leave all the petty stuff behind and act like a man,” Jermaine said to me. This conversation lasted more than four hours and I had to reason with him that, “You not only took his woman, but you had children with her and you married her. There’s nothing petty about that.”

Jermaine just shrugged.

Things broke down so badly between the brothers that they refused to speak to one another. In 1997, I was in the kitchen with Jackie, Tito and Jermaine, who was feeling tortured over the thought of having to fly with and go on stage alongside Randy to accept their introduction as The Jackson 5 into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

“I just don’t want to do anything with Randy,” Jermaine said.

After about 15 minutes discussing how Jermaine should handle Randy at the awards presentation, I just had to speak up. “Dudes, this isn’t as much of a problem that you all are making it out to be,” I said. “Randy isn’t a member of The Jackson 5; he joined the group when you were called The Jacksons. The J-5 is being inducted.”

They stared incredulously and then whooped with joy.

Still, Randy didn’t let it go. He would always say to me, “Stacy, watch your women around my brother, you’re around him an awful lot, look what he did to me.”

Indeed, Jermaine’s mind had one track. On one visit to New York, where he was crashing with a friend, Jermaine was interviewed by the Fox News anchor Rita Cosby — then spent the rest of the weekend talking about how it was his mission to “do” her in a hotel bedroom.

Broke Casanova

Naturally, Cosby would have to pay for the room if it were to happen. Jermaine had absolutely no cash, as usual.

Later on, he told me he was hungry for some Burger King. Fine, I thought, we could do that. He said he’d pay this time. Of course, I doubted that but was certainly prepared to take him up on his offer. I ordered a Whopper meal while Jermaine simply ordered an apple pie.

“You got a coupon for that?” he asked me with a laugh. I told him to order what he wanted, that I’d pay. So he returned to the counter and asked for large fries and an iced tea to go with the pie.

The next time we spoke of Cosby, Jermaine shocked me by adding that he wanted to “bang Nancy Grace,” who is viewed as a family nemesis.

“Just one time with that heifer,” he said. “I bet she won’t say anything bad about Michael anymore. She’ll just be thinking about her one night with the man! Jermaine.”

That didn’t happen (as far as I know). But Jermaine did have many a conquest. In New York in 2001, for Michael’s 30th Anniversary Special concerts, Jermaine’s cellphone rang. Someone on the line told him Whitney Houston, a former lover of his, needed help.

He hung up and turned to me. “She’s like Michael. She’s messed up on those drugs,” he said. “You know I used to wear her a– out. I know she’d take me back and get rid of that (expletive) Bobby Brown. Plus, I should just get with her before she loses all that money she’s made.”

Whitney appeared sickly and rail thin at the concert and Jermaine said he was concerned. He said that after the second show, which was on Sept. 10, 2001, he’d get with her and seriously discuss moving to New Jersey or Atlanta to be with her.

“I feel it’s my duty with Whitney, man,” Jermaine said. “She told me she never stopped loving me. I can get with her and I should. I just don’t know how she’d act to have me in that bed instead of Bobby. I might be too much for her. But I’d get her off the drugs. She’d be high, but only on Jermaine.”

After the first show, which took place on Friday, Sept. 7, the family and invited guests gathered at Tavern on the Green in Central Park, where Michael, looking dazed, sat in an area that was roped off from his family. Macaulay Culkin sat with Michael.

“He just told me he wasn’t doing the second show,” Jermaine told me. “He’s high as a kite, but I’m going to slap him around and get him straight.”

Secret Muslim Wedding

One extracurricular relationship was somewhat more serious than the others. Jermaine was introduced to Lawanda, a friend of one his nieces, in the mid-1990s.

By then, Jermaine had converted to Islam. In 1999, while still married to Alejandra, he and Lawanda had a “wedding” at a local mosque. Jermaine would tell me later that he did it just to make her happy. While it wasn’t legal in the eyes of the government, Lawanda felt sure — she was now Jermaine’s wife.

At Michael’s anniversary concerts, Lawanda had had enough of being Jermaine’s No. 2. She came to me, crying. “Do you know who else’s anniversary it is?” she said. “Mine and Jermaine’s and he hasn’t said a word to me.” Then, in front of Jermaine, Randy and Alejandra’s young children, Lawanda tried to attack his lawful wife.

“That’s Jermaine for you,” brother Jackie would later say.

Even with two “wives,” Jermaine couldn’t help himself. One summer night in 2003, he and I were cruising Ventura Boulevard in Katherine’s late-model Mercedes. We stopped at Starbucks in Sherman Oaks where he introduced me to a neighbor named Sandy, who was waiting for him.

We got back into the car and Sandy followed in her jeep close behind. Jermaine called Alejandra and told her that Minister Louis Farrakhan was in town and that we were going by his hotel to speak with him.

We headed up into the pitch-black darkness of the Sepulveda Pass where we parked and Sandy parked right behind us. “Here, take the car and drive, come back in like an hour or so,” Jermaine said.

He hopped out and into Sandy’s car — and before I could make a U-turn, they were like two teens, ripping their clothes off and getting it on right there.

When I picked Jermaine up, he insisted we try and see Farrakhan so that his alibi would work. An aide to Farrakhan said he wasn’t available, so we returned to Hayvenhurst. Alejandra never asked about the meeting.

Jermaine divorced Alejandra in 2004, leaving the divorce papers behind in the house as he went on tour. In 2005, he married Halima Rashid, who comes from a wealthy Mideast family. Lawanda still complains to Jackie and Tito that she has to play second fiddle.

Jermaine knew plenty about playing second fiddle, though. He would go through periods of anger about his brother, then periods of remorse when he realized he would probably be broke without him.

n 1991, Jermaine released the song “Word to the Bad” that accused Michael of “changing his shade.” Michael wouldn’t speak to him for years. Jermaine then became his brother’s most vocal defender, dismissing every rumor about him on any show that would have him. Jermaine also would warn Michael of the family’s planned interventions and trips to therapy.

Still, Michael didn’t really pay Jermaine back — and kept putting off any talk of reunion concerts.

Finally, at the end of 2001, Jermaine decided to write a be-all, end-all book to pay his bills. And once his girlfriend, Lawanda, got hold of it, she was determined that Jermaine earn a $1 million advance.

The pitch was about Michael’s drug use and his penchant for keeping company with underage boys.

Michael’s assistant was frantic. “We want a retraction! We want a retraction! Call every publisher in America and tell them you made it all up and it’s not true,” she said desperately.

The Jacksons went into one of their famous family meetings and, oddly enough, several of them came away believing that Michael himself had made up the manuscript as a way to get attention.

But Jermaine said Michael obtained a copy of the manuscript. And Michael, who paid for the house at Hayvenhurst, would use it as an excuse to throw Jermaine out.

Jermaine backed off the book. He spent the next few years trying to make amends.

And I remember him sitting in an airport giddy during Michael Jackson’s trial on molestation charges in 2005.

“Michael said after the trial is over, we’re going on tour,” Jermaine said.

I told him, you’re thinking about concerts — your brother could be going to jail for life.

Jermaine just shook his head. Wasn’t going to happen, he said.

Then he started talking about the tour, what he would wear, what it would look like.

“Woo hoo, I love it.”

Jackson Family Secres Part I By: Stacey Brown

After a chance meeting as a young fan, Stacy Brown became friends with Jermaine Jackson — and later the rest of the Jackson family, including Michael. He helped write some of their memoirs, traveled on their tours, and even gave them loans (never to be repaid). Here, for the first time, Stacy explain what it’s like to be friends with the strangest family in America.

Randy Jackson, the second-youngest of the storied musical dynasty, likes to call his family “the black Kennedys.”

Maybe. But they certainly weren’t as smart with their ­finances as the Kennedys.

Even before this month, when the family lost a $40 billion lawsuit against AEG over the death of Michael Jackson, they’ve struggled with debts. Especially when the family’s richest members, Michael and Janet, decided to cut off their seven other siblings and parents out of whim or spite.

particularly low point came in 2003. No money was coming in, few of them had actual jobs and ­Janet gave but one gift to her siblings: free meal cards to Baja Fresh, a fast-food chain with which she had an endorsement deal.

I visited Rebbie, the oldest of the Jackson kids, in Vegas, to work on a book. It was Baja Fresh for breakfast, lunch and dinner. From there I drove to Hayvenhurst, the family’s estate in Encino, Calif., to meet Katherine, the matriarch, and Jermaine.

And for 2¹/₂ weeks it was . . . Baja Fresh.

Finally, for the sake of my stomach, I offered to take Katherine to Trader Joe’s. She loaded the cart with groceries, and I ended up with the bill — $700.

There was no “thank you.” The money was never repaid. Whatever courtesies are shown to them are met with the air of “You did what you ought to. We are the Jacksons!”

‘Why No Black Boys?’

As a friend, ghostwriter and confidant of the Jackson family for nearly 25 years, people ask how I could put up with such behavior.

It wasn’t easy — but there’s something seductive about the ­craziness

I first met patriarch Joseph and his sons Jermaine, Jackie and Tito in 1984. The brothers had just played the Victory Tour at Giants Stadium. I was 16 and went to the show with my girlfriend, Ameena, who was in love with Michael.

After the show, we traveled to the Helmsley Palace Hotel, and amazingly we got to speak to the Jacksons in the lobby. Ameena gushed and handed them a letter for her idol.

A couple of years later, I was visiting a friend in a hospital in Canoga Park, Calif. Randomly, I ran into Jermaine. “I know you,” he said. To my shock, he remembered that night in New York in detail.

We spoke for a long time and ­exchanged numbers. Two weeks later, he called me and invited me to Hayvenhurst, the seven-bedroom mansion Michael paid for. It’s full of family memorabilia, and a guesthouse is filled with dolls and stuffed animals.

I later became a journalist and, because of the friendship, I was enlisted as writer on two books — “Rebbie Jackson: The First Jackson” and “Legacy: Surviving the Best and the Worse,” the latter with Jermaine.

But for every little kindness, like Jermaine remembering me as a fan in the crowd, there was plenty of selfishness and bizarre behavior.

The Jacksons have been described as dysfunctional, but that’s an understatement. They loathe each other, particularly Michael — for whom they felt varying degrees of jealousy and disgust. The King of Pop rarely wanted anything to do with them, which only ­increased the psychosis.

They’re not the Kennedys, Katherine’s longtime assistant, Janice Smith, said to me once. “They are more like the Corleone family. And Michael is Michael Corleone.”

To his parents, Joseph and Katherine, however, Michael could do no wrong.

One day, after the brothers were complaining about Michael not including them in his plans, Joseph exploded: “Y’all are lazy. He did all the work, and he figured out that if he were going to do all the work, why bother with your lazy asses?”

Katherine would defend Michael constantly — to a point.

Watching a news report that showed Michael boarding an airplane with a young boy, Katherine murmured: “Why is it that he’s always got to have those little white boys around? Why doesn’t he ever have little black boys with him?”

I said, “Well, there was a time that he had little Emmanuel Lewis, who played Webster.”

“That was just for show, for the cameras,” Katherine said. “Those boys he flies around with ain’t nothing but little Jews.”

The question I desperately wanted to ask but did not was, “Well, would you rather him ­molest little black boys?”

Secret Therapy

The dysfunction culminated in 2002. Michael had played a 30th-anniversary celebration the year before. He paid Marlon Brando $1  million to appear. He paid his brothers $1,100 each. Then he canceled a promised tour with the ­entire Jackson family.

Randy figured the family needed therapy. Janet paid for it, and once a week the whole clan would pile into SUVs for secret trips to Malibu.

Rebbie began by talking about the abuse she allegedly suffered as a child in Gary, Ind., at the hands of Joseph, and which her mother witnessed. “Mother would simply say, ‘Joe, leave her alone tonight,’ ” Rebbie said.

Jackie, the second oldest, yelled at her for “bringing up things in the past that just pull us apart.”

“We’re in therapy!” Rebbie cried.

They all complained about Michael until finally the therapist said it was best if they didn’t even think about him.

“Michael is not your family, in his mind,” the therapist told them during those clandestine sessions. “Elizabeth Taylor is his mom, and you guys should move on.”

That sent Katherine over the edge. She already hated Taylor — on visits to Neverland Ranch, Katherine would decide where she’d have her lunch or dinner depending upon whether or not Liz had ever used the spot.

“I’m not sitting where she sat,” Katherine would say. “She’s ­stolen my son away.”

Joseph felt the same way about Motown boss Berry Gordy, who signed the singing children to the label in the 1960s.

“Michael better realize, it’s my blood running through his veins,” the family patriarch said. “Mine and nobody else’s. I’m his father, Katie is his mother.”

The therapy sessions ended. No one really felt better.

During this period, Jermaine was trying desperately to get on Michael’s good side. The brothers tried to trick Michael into attending therapy by saying there was going to be a “family day.” Jermaine tipped him off that it was a ruse.

Every single time a scandal ­involving Jacko broke, there we were, Jermaine and I, hotfooting it to “The View” or some other talk show.

When Michael dangled his newly acquired 9-month-old son, Blanket, off a hotel-room balcony in November 2002, Jermaine and I went to “old reliable,” Larry King, to defend Michael’s actions.

“Nobody complains about [crocodile hunter] Steve Irwin, who has his small kids around those dangerous animals,” Jermaine said.

Following that appearance, Michael’s assistant called.

Michael wanted to speak with Jermaine. “Don’t do any more television, Jermaine. Tell the family no more. I have this huge, huge television special coming out in February that is going to shock the world and change ­everything,” Michael said.

Ironically, the “huge television special” turned out to be the horrifying Martin Bashir documentary “Living with Michael Jackson,” which ultimately led to the molestation charges.

I remember watching it with great anticipation with Jermaine, Joseph and Katherine, and the looks on their faces were priceless.

When Michael pointed out that he’d rather climb a tree than have sex, Joseph let out a very disapproving groan. When the young accuser leaned against Michael, the warm feelings in the room quickly turned to ice. They knew what was coming.

Katherine’s Letters

And they certainly weren’t surprised by it.

Way back in 1993, when the first public allegations of child molestation surfaced against Michael, sister La Toya accused the rest of her family of being “silent collaborators.”

She said Katherine had written letters to Michael in which she called him a “damn f – – – – t” and knew about payoffs, for as much as $1 million, made out to the parents of one of Michael’s victims.

Katherine and several of her children held a press conference outside Hayvenhurst to denounce La Toya. “She’s trying to sell her brother down the river,” Kath­erine said.

A decade later, Jermaine and I were hanging out at Hayvenhurst in the courtyard near the swimming pool. Katherine emerged from inside the house.

“Jermaine, they got all of our things,” she said. The family had lost a civil judgment over a failed concert tour, and creditors took a storage locker full of memorabilia, including gold records.

“They got the letters, too, and those canceled checks,” Kath­erine said.

Normally I didn’t ask questions, but I had to ask what she was talking about. “The letters,” she said, as if I were supposed to know.

Jermaine completed the sentence for her, “Those letters in which mother called Michael a ­f – – – – t.”

I was stunned. Ten years later, I realized that La Toya really did tell the truth.

“You tell a lie long enough, people will believe it’s true,” Michael once said.

It could be the Jackson motto.

Diana Ross & Ali:Gift From Berry!

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Idris Elba:You are not the father…..

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British actor Idris Elba has opened up about the “tragic” moment he realized  his ex-girlfriend’s child was not his own, insisting it was like taking “a punch  in the face.”

The actor was thrilled when he became a father for the second time in 2010  after his partner delivered a baby boy, and he gushed about the magical moment  of having a son online — but his joy was short-lived. He developed suspicions  about the paternity of the baby and underwent a DNA test, which determined he  was not the kid’s dad.

He tells GQ magazine, “It wasn’t immediately obvious — well, it was, because  he didn’t look like me. But it wasn’t immediately obvious what had gone down…

“To be given that (news that he was the boy’s dad) and then have it taken  away so harshly was like taking a full-on punch in the face: POW. You know, the  truth is, like, even admitting it, I’ll probably get laughed at for the rest of  my life. But it is just tragic, and it happened.

“But I wasn’t knocked out. I stood right the [expletive] back up, and I ain’t  aiming to take another punch in the face ever again. Do you understand what I’m  saying? It happened to me. I moved on.”

The 41-year-old has a daughter, named Isan, with his ex-wife,  Kim.

Chris Andersen vs. The Internet

chrisChartier is the 29-year-old trickster and Internet hacker who stands accused of nearly ruining the name of basketball player Chris Andersen, Miami’s colorfully tattooed forward who became an unlikely star of the team’s championship run in June. Next month, she is scheduled to appear before a court in her small Manitoba town facing charges of possessing and transmitting child pornography, personation, extortion and uttering threats. For about a year, she allegedly posed as Andersen and others on the Internet.

As the Miami Heat embarks on their new season and with his name cleared of any wrongdoing, Andersen is feeling enormous relief to have his personal nightmare behind him, says Mark Bryant, Andersen’s attorney and agent. Andersen declined comment for this story, deferring to Bryant.“Chris is very melancholy about it,” said Bryant. “There’s no celebration in being a victim.”

The bizarre and complex tale of how Andersen went from cult icon with the Denver Nuggets, to having his Colorado home raided for suspicion of child pornography, to unemployed before the Heat took a chance on him and signed him last January begins with Chartier.
Bryant says authorities told him and Andersen that Chartier hacked his client’s computer, assumed Andersen’s identity on the Internet and then assumed the identity of a 17-year-old girl who had been sending Andersen fan mail. From there, according to Andersen’s attorney, Chartier allegedly impersonated both Andersen and the 17-year-old and played one against the other in an effort to extort Andersen for money and gifts, including a Victoria’s Secret wish list.
The Winnipeg Free Press newspaper reported that Chartier’s mother, Delia, took to Facebook last week to defend her daughter. “I’m shaking my head in disbelief at how people around here are so quick to judge, when in fact they don’t know the whole story,” the mother wrote. “I love my daughter. I believe she’s a good person.”

Said Sgt. Line Karpish, a spokesperson for Royal Canadian Mounted Police, which arrested Chartier last January: “On the Internet, people do not always communicate with whom they think they’re communicating with. I don’t know how it is in Miami, but up here in Canada we have plenty of people always trying to find some way to scam you out of your money or your identity.”

Chartier, who is out on bail until her court appearance, lives with her mother in a remote Canadian fishing village of less than 100 people. Easterville, a speck of nearly nothing on the shores of Cedar Lake, is populated by displaced First Nations people whose lives and culture and history were uprooted from their native lands in the 1960s to make room for a hydroelectric dam.

“You blink and miss it,” Karpish said. “It’s a small, small aboriginal community here.”
It was there, in a little bedroom, in a little house, in a little hamlet that Chartier allegedly put into motion a Birdman-catfish-butterfly effect that started with a reply on Facebook but ended, after months of chain reactions that would astound even the most ardent subscribers of chaos theory, with Andersen clutching the Larry O’Brien Trophy inside AmericanAirlines Arena.
So, how exactly did she do it? How did Chartier impersonate two lovers at the same time and allegedly pull off what is known colloquially as a “catfish hoax” so complex that it makes the duping of former Notre Dame linebacker Manti Te’o seem mundane by comparison?

First, picture a triangle. Now picture Chartier representing the top of that triangle and Andersen and the 17-year-old representing opposite sides of the triangle’s base. Bryant said all Internet information between Andersen and the teenager was controlled by Chartier, who hovered constantly like some grand Internet puppeteer.

She allegedly engineered the exchange of explicit photos between the 17-year-old—who authorities have not identified—and Andersen. Chartier, according to Bryant, later orchestrated a meeting between Andersen and the teen, who then flew to Colorado for a tryst with the Birdman. The legal age of consent in Colorado is 17.

The teenage girl then returned to her home in Los Angeles following her fling with an NBA star, and that’s when things took another twist.
Chartier went back to work under her assumed identities, but this time she allegedly began threatening both Andersen and the teenager, according to Bryant.

Chartier allegedly sent graphic photos to the 17-year-old from Andersen’s email account. Frightened of the threats she believed were being made by Andersen, the teenager went to the cops in California and implicated him. Police in California then contacted law enforcement authorities in Colorado because the photos were potentially evidence of child pornography.
That’s when Andersen’s world imploded.

Armed with a warrant of search and seizure, investigators raided Andersen’s Colorado home in May of 2012. Andersen was playing for the Nuggets at the time and was in the middle of a playoff series against the Lakers. The Nuggets initially suspended Andersen from team activities and then later released him.

But Andersen was never charged with any crime. Instead, he suffered in limbo thinking that his basketball career might be over. People close to Andersen believed his story, that he did nothing wrong, but the investigation was a lengthy one and Andersen’s reputation appeared ruined.

“You can imagine what this was like for (Andersen),” Bryant said. “Every eye you’re looking at, you’re thinking, ‘Oh, does this person think I’m a pedophile?’ He was never arrested. There was only a warrant executed on the house under the suspicion of child pornography.”

After confiscating all of Andersen’s computers and smart phones, including his X-Box, Douglas County, Colorado, authorities with Internet Crimes Against Children Unit hit a dead end in its investigation of Andersen. Nothing incriminating could be linked to any of his electronics.

“They weren’t finding the IP address they were looking for,” Bryant said.
Bryant says police in Colorado learned fairly early on that Andersen wasn’t to blame, but asked for cooperation from Andersen not to talk about the case while the true culprit was being unearthed.

“It just kept getting more bizarre,” Bryant said.
That’s because the entire scam allegedly was being pulled off from somewhere in Manitoba, Canada. The Colorado investigators eventually got wise to the ruse and contacted Canada’s Royal Canadian Mounted Police. The Mounties took it from there. Chartier was arrested on Jan. 15. Andersen signed with the Heat on Jan. 20.

“They did their risk assessment,” Bryant said of the Heat. “I flew down there and told them what I knew: ‘I can tell you, he didn’t do anything wrong.’ Holy hallelujah for the guru Pat Riley.”
Last week, Bryant went on a media blitz to clear Andersen’s name before the start of training camp, which begins Tuesday in the Bahamas. The Douglas County District Attorney’s office also released a statement confirming that it was not pursuing charges of any kind against Andersen.

Bryant said investigators for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and Douglas
County had contacted him during the Heat’s playoff run to schedule a meeting with Andersen and explain how he was duped. To avoid causing an unwanted distraction for the team, Bryant said he and Andersen delayed their meeting until after the post-season.

Seven or 10 days after the championship he’s unhappy as hell,” Bryant said of Andersen. “He’s like, ‘Dude, I want my name back,’ and I said, ‘Dude, that’s my championship. I’m getting your name back.’”

At the meeting with the case’s investigators, a constable with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and a Douglas County detective explained with charts and graphics how Andersen was scammed.
“He and I kept looking at each other like, ‘What and what and what?’” Bryant said. “Chris is looking at this chart and saying, ‘Why am I over here?’ and he’s just shaking his head and I said, ‘Dude, they couldn’t make this – – – – up.’”

Gucci Mane: Dropped From Label?

Atlantic records just dropped Gucci Mane over his tweets.

Sheneka Adams: Tell All Book?

Whatever happened to Video Vixen Sheneka Adams tell-all book deal?

 

Groupie/jumpoff/video vixen Sheneka Adams is writing about her EXPLOITS with a bunch of famous men – including married NBA BALLER Carmelo Anthony. Yeah, LaLa’s husband.

Here’s is an excerpt (note – its not clear whether he was actually MARRIED to LaLa when this happened. But they were DEF together)
I wasn’t gonna come out that night for several reasons. For one I had just got my hair done and that ish was sooooo tight, but I sucked it up and went out anyway. I normally don’t go to clubs by myself, but tonight I was going to support my homies Furious ENT…they do this sexy ass party at Opera night club on Thursdays. Well anyway I got there and I was by myself so I stuck by the homies side all night because I wasn’t about to walk around all my lonsome looking crazy lol. I think there was a casting going on that night for this reality show but I wasn’t in no mood to be auditioning for anything so I threw back a couple of sex on the beache’s which is my favorite drink, and played the mood real close.

I was getting tired of following him so I told him that I was about to leave, but he insited that I come upstairs to where the real party was at…Mind you I was there alone but me being the fiesty VIRGO that I am I made party buddies quick. As I was dancing I saw him looking at me. I’m not gonna disclose his name for the sake of what I do with a certain person is not for the world to know WHO that person is but what was done lol. Well he kept eyeing me and at first I’m like what the fuck this lame ass ***** looking at? After looking at me for about 10 mins he asked me to walk over and talk to him. I did because I didn’t want to be a bitch. When I got over there he bent down and said, “Your name is Sheneka Adams right?” I was shocked as to how he knew that, considering the fact I didn’t even know who he was, until he told me that he played basketball and insisted that I guess who he was.

Me being me I don’t like to play games so I asked this chick who was standing around who this person was and when she told me, I almost spit my drink out. This guy is one of the top players in the NBA, well respected, and he knows my name. I was impressed then, but I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure. So we danced and drank and took a few pictures and all around me I could feel the envious eyes and hatred stares of the women wising they was in my place at the moment. “You wanna go hang out at my room?” he asked….”It’s to crazy in here.”

Barbara and Bobby: Scandelist Affair

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Singer Bobby Womack married Sam Cooke’s widow today (February 24,  1965).

 

 The marriage was scandalous from the start and since Bobby Womack wasn’t even  21 years old yet, he had to receive his parents’ permission.

 

But the main issue was the fact that Sam Cooke’s family was still grieving  over his death, which had occurred just three months earlier

It was Sam Cooke who discovered Bobby Womack and The Womack Brothers,  Cleveland natives who were signed to Sam Cooke’s label SAR Records.

As The Valentinos, Sam Cooke had produced the group’s single “Looking For a  Love,” as well as “It’s All Over Now,” which was re-recorded by The Rolling  Stones.

But on December 11, 1964 music history would be changed, when Sam Cooke was  shot and killed by a motel owner in East Los Angeles.

Within months of Sam Cooke’s death, Barbara Cook was flashing a new  engagement ring that was a gift from Sam’s friend Bobby Womack, who had just  proposed to her.

To make matters worse, Bobby had been seen driving around Los Angeles in  Sam’s car, along with his wife, and he was even wearing the late singer’s  clothes.

This was too much for most of Sam Cooke’s family members, including his  brother Charles Cooke Jr.

When Bobby Womack and his new wife Barbara decided to go to Chicago that  summer, they ended up in a violent confrontation with Charles. Charles, 38, went to pay the Womack’s a visit at a local motel, for what he  described as a “personal talk.”

Charles had told Bobby in so many words that he would be assaulted if he ever  showed his face in Chicago.

Bobby Womack had decided he would not live his life in fear after marrying  Barbara, so he phoned ahead to let Charles know that he would be in Chicago to  attend the wedding of Sam Cooke’s niece.

Barbara had loaded a gun with bullets in anticipation of the visit, while  Bobby Womack also prepared for the altercation.

“I figured if Charlie was going to do something, I wanted to get it over and  done with,” Bobby Womack said in his autobiography “Midnight Mover: The True  Story of the Greatest Soul Singer in the World.”

“Barbara and I flew to Chicago,” Womack said. “We checked into the Roberts  Motel and I called Charlie. I told him ‘I’m here. We’re in 2112. In the motel  room, Barbara busied herself loading bullets into a pistol. Barbara had a mean  streak in her.”

When Charles arrived with his brothers David and L.C., he pistol whipped  Bobby and beat him to the point that his teeth went through his lips, rendering  him unconscious.

“I opened the door and Charlie punched me. He beat me so bad my whole head  swelled up like a melon…he even broke my jaw,” Bobby Womack revealed.

Barbara attempted to fire the gun at Charlie, but Bobby Womack had already  taken the bullets out of the pistol, just before Charles and the rest of Sam’s  brothers arrived.

Charles Cooke was hit with a number of charges, including assault.

He was released on $1,000 bail, but since Bobby Womack refused to prosecute  Charles, the charges were eventually dropped.

For all of their troubles and tribulations, Bobby Womack’s marriage to  Barbara Cooke ended in 1970.

According to Bobby, he was also having sex with Sam Cooke’s teenaged daughter  Linda, which was too much for Barbara to take.

Bobby Womack and Barbara Cooke Womack eventually divorced in 1970.

Sam Cooke’s daughter Linda went on to marry Bobby Womack’s brother Cecil  Womack.

Linda and Cecil eventually had seven children together and moved to Africa,  where they changed their name to the Zekkarriyas

Cecil Womack passed away on February 1, 2013 in South Africa.

 

 

 

 

The Supremes at The Copa.

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New York: Queen Of Ratchet!

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Elvis Presley:January 8, 1935 – August 16, 1977

elvis-presley1977, Elvis Presley was found dead lying on the floor in his bathroom by his girlfriend Ginger Alden, he had been seated on the toilet reading ‘The Scientific Search For Jesus’. He died of heart failure at the age of 42. His first record for RCA, ‘Heartbreak Hotel’, was also his first US No.1. He starred in 31 films. Elvis holds the record for the most entries on the US Hot 100 chart with 154. Elvis became the first rock ‘n’ roll artist to be honoured by the US Postal Service with a stamp.

Bobby Debarge:March 5, 1956 – August 16, 1995

 

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The very underrated Bobby DeBarge was one of the greatest falsettos of all time. His struggle with substance abuse often overshadowed his great talent.

He first recording was with his band Hot Ice (later Switch) in 1976, the album
Pall Mall Groove.

In 1977 Hot Ice signed with Motown and the bands name was changed to Switch due to their ability to switch instruments. They released their debut album, Switch, in 1978. The album reached gold status and included Quiet Storm classics I Wanna Be Closer(written by Jermaine Jackson) and There’ll Never Be (Bobby DeBarge writer).

Switch released their second Motown album in 1979, Switch II,  which included another r&b Quiet Storm classic I Call Your Name,  written by lovesick DeBarge for LaToya Jackson, and the party jam Best Beat In Town. This album also reached gold status.

They struck gold again in 1980 with This Is My Dream. The standout tunes were Love Over And Over Again, written by Bobby and sister Bunny, and another love song for LaToya, You And I.

Bobby left the band in 1981 when Motown offered him a solo deal. He also co-produced the debut album of his siblings, The DeBarges.

Bobby never recorded his solo album so joined his brothers, after El and Bunny left.

His career came to a halt in 1988 when he was arrested for drug trafficking and sentenced to 5 years. He was released in 1993 and continued to perform while struggling with AIDS, contracted before his prison sentence.

DeBarge died in 1995, leaving behind his wife Terri with whom he had two children and three children from a previous relationship.

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