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Billy Idol:”Dancing With Myself,”

 

 

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Billy will release his self-written memoir, “Dancing With Myself,” on October 7th 2014 The book is bold, searingly candid, and written by Idol himself in his inimitable voice.

Pre-order the book here: http://smarturl.it/dancingwithmyself

Stay tuned for news on Billy’s return to the studio and continued touring in coming weeks!

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

 

Bobbie Christina Brown:Still In Mourning?

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Andy Warhol:(August 6, 1928 – February 22, 1987) RIP

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A Tribute to Mr Andy Warhol who passed away this day in 1987

Diana Ross: The Boss!

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Diana is a 1980 album by American R&B and soul singer Diana Ross, released by Motown. Her 11th studio album, was, and remains, the biggest-selling studio collection of Ross’ career. All songs are composed, played and produced by Chic member…s Nile Rodgers and Bernard Edwards.
Conception Following the U.S. success of 1979’s The Boss, Ross wanted a fresher, more modern sound. Having heard production team Bernard Edwards and Nile Rodgers of Chic’s work in the famous Manhattan disco club, Studio 54, Ross approached the two about creating a new album of material for her that stated where she felt she was in her life and career at the time. Initially, Ross was not pleased with the album’s results. Following a preview of the record to be released in the aftermath of the anti-disco backlash, Frankie Crocker, an influential New York City disc jockey warned Ross that releasing the album in its original state would even lead to the end of her career.
Ross remixed the entire album, assisted by Motown engineer Russ Terrana, removing extended instrumental passages and speeding up the tracks’ tempos. The new mix also put Ross’ vocals front and center. The remixing of the master tapes and the re-recording of all Ross’ lead vocals were performed without the knowledge or approval of Rodgers and Edwards. When they were presented with the “official” version of Diana, the producers publicly objected and, at one point, even considered removing their names from the album’s list of credits. Motown and Ross persisted and the version released was Terrana’s smoother, more commercial mix of the album.
Rodgers and Edwards were contracted by Motown to produce a follow-up album, but, as Ross left the label, it was never created. Rodgers and Edwards sued Motown, unsuccessfully claiming that they were owed monies for creating & recording the original version of the album. In 1989, Rodgers and Ross collaborated on Workin’ Overtime(#3 US R&B), released upon Ross’ return to Motown. Edwards produced the 1984 single, “Telephone(#13 US R&B)”, from Ross’ “Swept Away” album, released the RCA record label.
Released in May 1980, the Diana album introduced Ross to a new generation of fans worldwide. Reaching number two on the Billboard 200 chart and number one on the Billboard Soul Albums Chart for 8 weeks, as well as yielding two top ten singles including the number-one single “Upside Down”, the album would sell over six million copies in the United States and be certified Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America. In the UK it went Gold and spun off three successful singles; “Upside Down” (#2), “My Old Piano” (#5) and “I’m Coming Out” (#13). A fourth single, “Tenderness”, was also released in certain territories, reaching the top 40 in the Netherlands, and was later included on several greatest hits compilations. Some thirty years after its release diana remains Ross’ best-selling studio album to date having sold a total of over ten million copies worldwide.
Diana was one of four albums written and produced by Edwards and Rodgers in 1980, the other three being Sister Sledge’s Love Somebody Today, Sheila and B. Devotion’s King of the World including European hit single “Spacer”, and Chic’s fourth studio album Real People. Following the release of two more singles, the duet “Endless Love” with Lionel Richie and “It’s My Turn”, both worldwide hits, Ross left Motown and signed a then-record breaking $20 million recording deal with RCA Records. The first album for the label was 1981’s self-produced Why Do Fools Fall in Love, which went platinum and spawned two Top 10 hits in the US. Diana was remastered and released as a double CD in 2003 containing the original unremixed versions, together with a selection of other Motown dance tracks from the same period.
Track listing Original album All songs written by Bernard Edwards and Nile Rodgers. Side A “Upside Down” – 4:04 About this sound Listen (help·info) “Tenderness” – 3:52 “Friend to Friend” – 3:19 “I’m Coming Out” – 5:25 About this sound Listen
Side B “Have Fun (Again)” – 5:57 “My Old Piano” – 3:55 About this sound Listen “Now That You’re Gone” – 3:59 “Give Up” – 3:45
Note: The Canadian release on Quality Records places the tracks from side B on side A, and the tracks from side A on side B.
Deluxe Edition Disc one 9. “Upside Down” (Original Chic Mix) – 4:17 10. “Tenderness” (Original Chic Mix) – 5:10 11. “Friend to Friend” (Original Chic Mix) – 3:20 12. “I’m Coming Out” (Original Chic Mix) – 6:01 13. “Have Fun (Again)” (Original Chic Mix) – 7:09 14. “My Old Piano” (Original Chic Mix) – 4:52 15. “Now That You’re Gone” (Original Chic Mix) – 3:40 16. “Give Up” (Original Chic Mix) – 3:59 Tracks 9-16 previously unreleased
Disc two “Love Hangover” (Extended Alternate Mix) (McLeod, Sawyer) – 10:25 Previously unreleased mix. Original version appears on 1976 album Diana Ross “Your Love Is So Good for Me” (12-Inch Version) (Peterson) – 6:36 Previously unreleased. Original version appears on 1977 album Baby It’s Me “Top of the World” (Snow) – 3:09 From 1977 album Baby It’s Me “Lovin’, Livin’ and Givin'” (Ross album remix) (Davis, Stover) – 5:12 From 1978 album Ross. Original version appears on 1978 original motion picture soundtrack Thank God It’s Friday “What You Gave Me” (12-Inch Version) (Ashford, Simpson) – 6:08 Original version appears on 1978 album Ross “You Were the One” (Patterson, Wright) – 4:04 From 1978 album Ross “The Diana Ross & the Supremes Medley of Hits” (12-inch Mix) (Dozier, Holland, Holland) – 9:59 Originally released as 12″ single in 1977.
Re-released as 12″ and edited 7″ single in 1980 and 1981. “No One Gets the Prize/The Boss” (12-Inch Re-Edit) (Ashford, Simpson) – 9:41 Original versions appear on 1979 album The Boss “I Ain’t Been Licked” (12-inch Mix) (Ashford, Simpson) – 5:18 Original version appears on 1979 album The Boss “Fire Don’t Burn” (David, Holland, Holland) – 3:26 Previously unreleased recording, recorded 1975-1977. Proposed for inclusion on cancelled 1981 album Revelations “We Can Never Light That Old Flame Again” (Alternate Mix) (David, Holland, Holland) – 4:38 First released version was a non-album single in 1982, and was remixed by Berry Gordy and James Anthony Carmichael. The original mix featured here first appeared on a Diana Ross budget cassette in 1990. “You Build Me Up to Tear Me Down” (Holland, Holland, Miller) – 5:42 Previously unreleased recording, recorded 1975-1977.
Mixed in 1978 for possible inclusion on album Ross “Sweet Summertime Livin'” (Stover) – 4:25 Previously unreleased recording, recorded 1975-1977. Mixed in 1978 for possible inclusion on album Ross. Remixed in 1981 and proposed for inclusion on cancelled album Revelations
Personnel Alfa Anderson – vocals Fonzi Thornton – vocals Luci Martin – vocals Michelle Cobbs – vocals Bernard Edwards – bass guitar Nile Rodgers – guitar Tony Thompson – drums Andy Schwartz – keyboards Raymond Jones – keyboards Eddie Daniels – saxophone Meco Monardo – trombone Bob Milliken – trumpet Valerie Haywood (The Chic Strings) – strings Cheryl Hong (The Chic Strings) – strings Karen Milne (The Chic Strings) – strings Gene Orloff – conductor
Production Bernard Edwards – producer for Chic Organization Ltd. Nile Rodgers – producer for Chic Organization Ltd. Bob Clearmountain – engineer proposed side A; tracks 1-4 Bill Scheniman – engineer proposed side B; tracks 1-4 James Farber – engineer Neil Dorfsman – engineer Ralph Osborn – engineer Abdoulaye Soumare – assistant engineer Jeff Hendrickson – assistant engineer Lucy Laurie – assistant engineer Peter Robbins – assistant engineer Dennis King – mastering All songs originally recorded at Power Station in New York. Lead vocal re-recordings: Electric Lady, New York; Motown/Hitsville U.S.A. Studios, Hollywood, California. All songs originally mixed at: Power Station, New York. Remixed by Russ Terrana and Diana Ross at Artisan Sound Recorders, Hollywood, California. Mastered at Atlantic Studios, N.Y

High Priced Escort: $20,000 a night!

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They have supermodel looks, an athlete’s stamina, the social skills of a diplomat — and sleep with the world’s wealthiest men. In the current Tatler Charlotte Edwardes meets London’s ‘top girls’

Dark red, you know the one, like blood. I forget the name. Anyway, he wants that on your toes. Light-pink manicure — fresh, innocent. So what’s next? Underwear, yes. He wants you in La Perla, off-white. Corsetry. Nothing whorish.”

Lauren [not her real name], 31, is mimicking her madam, putting on a breathy Parisian accent. “He’s a nice guy, veeery discreet. Remember: act like you know him. Packing, let’s see: a cocktail dress — black — whips, lube…”

She laughs, returning to her own voice, which has a faint Scandinavian lilt. “And that was my life for 10 years. I was  a high-class hooker. Call me a courtesan, call girl, escort, whatever. Basically I was a hooker. Just very well paid.” She looks at her ring, an enormous pear-shaped diamond. “Very well paid.”

There is an enduring fascination with illicit sex in high places. Perhaps it’s the access to some of the world’s richest, most powerful men, the secrets, the scandal, and, of course, the sexual prowess of these girls, which is riveting to us all.

Hollywood sirens like Marilyn Monroe (who made ****ographic films in her early career) and Joan Crawford (who worked in a strip club) reportedly sold sex too. And there was a media scramble to unmask the blogging call girl Belle de Jour (eventually revealed as Dr Brooke Magnanti), who was trading sex while studying for a PhD. She took her alluring nom de plume from the French novel of 1928, made into a film with Catherine Deneuve in 1967.

On condition of anonymity (“I don’t want my legs broken”), Lauren has agreed to talk about her life as a high-class prostitute. She earned £20,000 a night at her peak and £40,000 for a weekend.

“No one earns that money now,” she says. “Prices have gone down in the last five years. Changing times. My clients were on the Forbes list. Men who owned private islands, who were huge in property, international industry and oil. I’ve had dinner with royalty and major politicians. If you knew who! These clients were powerful, powerful men.’

Aristocrats? “No. They don’t pay. It’s new money. Having a hooker for them is nothing — like having butter on their bread. Sometimes their wives knew and turned a blind eye, sometimes they didn’t know.”

We are drinking tea in Lauren’s house in Chelsea. She lives with her husband, who was not a client — “I got lucky” — and who disapproves of her talking about her past.

She says her look — extraordinary pale hair, gas-blue eyes, peachy skin — was “the look everyone wanted. They don’t want skinny models, they want a little bit of …” she plumps her neat cleavage … “but nothing fake. No fake boobs, nails or eyelashes.”

Like others girls in her earnings bracket, Lauren is clever. She speaks Swedish, French and English. She used to read the Financial Times and The Economist to stay abreast of world events, as well as fashion magazines.

‘These clients want someone who can hold a conversation at a cocktail party or dinner — as well as everything else.”

Lauren says there are two major madams in London now, and they supply girls all over Europe and to the US. One is English — “big woman. Looks like a frog”. Lauren’s was French — “in her fifties, very elegant”.

She lives in north-west London and has dominated the industry for 20 years. She has “the best girls. They are seriously beautiful”.

How does her madam recruit? “She has people who work like model scouts, trawling clubs and bars and parties. And girls find her. Mostly they are models, strippers or dancers. Or students. They are smart and pretty. There are young actresses too. Sometimes recognisable faces.”

Lauren’s madam worked with a man who was “friendly with all the top model agencies. He’d pretend to be a Saudi prince and sleep with models. Then he’d tell them they could earn £10,000 a night and they’d say, ‘Oh really? Here’s my number’.”

At other times, he might proposition a pretty girl by offering large amounts of money for sex. “Ninety-nine per cent of the time she’ll tell him where to go. But the seed is planted. Next time she sees him, she might say, ‘Okay, tell me more’.”

Her madam would ask this same male friend to “test out” new girls. “He would report back and say, ‘She did this, she did that, she was good. I’d put her in the top bracket’. Or he’d say, ‘She’s a bit mediocre, so she might be a £1,000-a-night job as opposed to a £10,000’. There’s also a place in Paris she sends top girls to learn about sex — all the tricks. Paris is unbelievable for that stuff.”

Are the girls nervous? She laughs. “You can’t have nerves! These girls are tough. And there’s a numbness — it’s work. We don’t care about clients.”

Today, many of the girls are from Russia or Eastern Europe, she says, but others are from “all over — America, Brazil, South Africa, the Far East”.

The madam has around 100 girls on her books. “The very least you’ll be paying is £1,000 a night — those are the get-’em-in, get-’em-out service girls.” They’re booked for events like weekend shoots, or to sit in a nightclub making some sleazy guy look good. The mid-range are the majority — £5,000 a night upwards. Most of the mid-range guys aren’t mega-mega — they’re wealthy-banker league.”

Girls are sent “to etiquette classes, to learn how to sit, eat, which knife, fork, which glass for the white, for the red. It can’t be obvious to the other dinner guests that she’s a prostitute”.

She tells of a girl from a fabulous background who fell in love with a client. “He left his wife and three children for her.” Do many girls marry out of the game? “Not as many as you’d think,” she says. “It’s not Pretty Woman. But then again, a lot of society women started out this way.”

So what makes a £10,000–£20,000 girl? “Looks and training. We were professionals. We’d need to be funny, a laugh, party all night. Or cool and clever, discreet and well-mannered. You could never be fazed by power or money — or what you were asked to do.”

She says the top girls are “healthy”. “They go to the gym. They don’t do drugs, smoke or drink. Sometimes you’re up all night, so you need to look after yourself.”

The top 10 are “champion racehorses”. Others are “more hard-wearing”. “An absolutely stunning girl might not be so bright, or her English isn’t good. She’ll go to Arab clients. They want a beautiful girl they can lock in a room and bang, bang, bang.” She pauses. “But they pay well.”

Does that mean other clients treat girls well? “Yes, but…” She takes a deep breath. “A lot of these guys are seriously f***ed up. Their wives don’t do what they want. No woman in her sane mind would do half of it.”

She remembers being put in “an exceptionally expensive outfit so that the client could urinate on it”. One European royal “who has hookers all the time” is so rough that Lauren’s madam refuses to send her best girls. A famous film director offered to make Lauren famous “if I didn’t use a condom”. She refused.

“One guy — you definitely know his name — wanted to be a baby girl dressed as a ballerina. We had to smack him and put things up his bum.”

In addition to her fees (which were paid to the madam — “no money changes hands with the girl”), clients would take her shopping. “Getting jewellery is key. That’s an investment. The girls are big savers — they don’t spend their own money. If they start young — 18 is a good age — and do 10 to 12 years of hard work, they’re made.”

Retirement age is usually 28, “latest 30. They need to earn enough to put away for their future”. Lauren invested in property.

She says there’s an upper echelon of exclusive prostitutes who charge a premium for their celebrity. Lauren cites six, including a former Victoria’s Secret model who charged £25,000 an hour.

Through Lauren I meet Anna [not her real name], 24, who is still working as a prostitute. She wears Isabel Marant and Chanel. She’s braless under her white T-shirt but it doesn’t look tarty. She’s the kind of girl you might see hoicking her modelling portfolio around Paris.

She remembers the “cheap fake-fur coat” she was wearing when she stepped off the plane five years ago from Russia. Her modelling career failed because “there were a million girls like me at the agency. I couldn’t earn proper money”.

Anna refuses to discuss her madam but says she was introduced by another model. She’s been taken to Wimbledon, the Serpentine Party, Ibiza, Monaco and the Frieze Art Fair. Most of her clients are financiers — “hedge funders, CEOs, rich businessmen. I can make £5,000 a night. Sometimes £10,000 or £15,000 for a weekend.”

Clients want “everyone to think they’re going out with a model”.

“They don’t want you to dress like a hooker. You need to look natural. Don’t dress like their wives,” she smiles. “Although most of their wives try to dress like us.”

I ask Anna how she sees her future. “Maybe I’ll marry a rich man,” she says. “If not, I’ll start my own business.” Does she think she’ll ever fall in love? Have children? Have a normal life? “Maybe. I hope.” She shrugs. “It’s hard to think about it. Right now, I just want to make money.”

http://www.standard.co.uk/lifestyle/…r-9041116.html

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.

King Cairo: Happy 1st Birthday!

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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.

Rihanna:New York State Of Mine!

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According to the New York Daily News, the singer’s new digs are in an apartment building right on the border of Chinatown and SOHO in Manhattan.  The Lafayette Avenue building has some pretty high priced units and this particular duplex was actually on the market for over $14 million, but Rihanna was able to rent it at a much more reasonable price.

The loft apartment, located on the 11th and 12th floors of the building, has four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, and a 2,4000 square foot wraparound terrace with fabulous views of the city.

It also has a six foot deep bath tub in the master bathroom that gives a direct view of the Empire State Building.

Michael jackson:Off The Wall!

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On this day in 1979, Michael Jackson went to No.1 on the US singles chart with ‘Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough’, his second US solo No.1

Diana Ross & Ali:Gift From Berry!

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Tamara Dobson:Rest In Paradise (May 14, 1944 – October 1, 2006)

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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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Madonna and Lourdas: 55th Birthday Celebration In Paris France!

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Lady Gaga: Round Of Applause!

lady-gaga-v-magazine-issue-61-coverWhen Lady Gaga rolled up to Micky’s nightclub on Monday night to film her“Applause” lyric video, none of the night’s performers had any idea that Gaga would be one of the revelers in the crowd.
“It was very last minute, spur of the moment. We knew nothing about it. It was a very spur of the moment thing,” Shannel, who is featured in the video, told MTV News about the shoot, which took place at the West Hollywood gay club on a night when she and several other drag queens were slated to take the stage.


“Everybody [in the crowd] was really well behaved [when it was all happening]; it wasn’t quite chaotic as I would have expected it to have been,” Shannel continued. “She just sat there in the crowd, just as a regular spectator, and then it just became a lot more interactive [when she came on stage and] that got the crowd really up and going. And then birthdays came around and she started singing to all the people onstage. It was great!”
While it was a controlled chaos, Shannel added that the crowd was pretty hyped to have Gaga, sporting a black outfit and her ARTPOP makeup, in the hotspot with them. “Madness! It was lots and lots of energy! And everybody screaming and yelling [at] more or less just the sheer fact that ‘I can’t believe that Lady Gaga is really here right now.’ We’re, as entertainers, we’re on stage and were having to be professional and we’re doing our numbers whether Lady Gaga is there or not.


“To the audiences’ perspective, it was this completely overwhelming thing that kind of came,” she continued. “It sealed the deal [when she jumped onstage]. Like ‘Whoa, she’s raised human’ and she doesn’t have to have a bodyguard on her every second of the moment, [she has] her own free will and spirit and all of that. It was pretty cool.”
During her two-plus hours at the club, Gaga didn’t just spend time with the drag queens on stage, but also backstage where she bonded with them. She included some of that in the video. “She went backstage and sat in my makeup area. And she was very cool and hang out and chill. It was very chill, like very easy going,” Shannel said.

Gaga is slated to premiere the actual music video for “Applause” on Monday during “Good Morning America,” but Shannel loves the guerilla-style, party-themed lyric video that fans can play on repeat until then. She said, “It’s great. I like it because it’s just very kick-back and very casual and very home video, like ‘Let’s just go and have a good time.’ “
“Applause” is the lead single off her November 11 album release, ARTPOP. Lady Gaga will perform “Applause” at the 2013 MTV Video Music Awards, airing live from Brooklyn’s Barclays Center on August 25.

Falysha Pierra Lys:Retail Therapy

A credit card theft ring was taken down. The suspected thieves from New York were living the high life until they decided to pull their shenanigans in Hawaii.

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They spent five days in the islands racking up $179,000 in credit card bills before flying back to New York.

Their haul? Luxury items like purses and watches from high-end retail stores.

Authorities say all of the items were purchased with stolen credit card numbers.

“Thinking they can get away with the crime because it’s so far from their home base of operations,” said Timothy Hollern, U.S. Secret Service.

U.S. Marshals arrested Sean Khani and Tamel Vaughn in New York Friday morning. The rest of the roundup happened in December, catching Isatta Bassie and Shawnese in Aruba. Falysha Pierre-Lys was extradited and is now in custody in Honolulu.

Evidence gathered from the suspects’ email and Twitter accounts proved crucial to cracking the case.

Last year, the state legislature passed a bill allowing local law enforcers to issue search warrants outside of Hawaii.

“We’re able to obtain pictures of at least one of the defendants standing on the balcony of the Trump Hotel in Waikiki wearing some of the clothes, a purse, and shoes that had been fraudulently obtained from one of the local Chanel stores,” Deputy Prosecutor Chris Van Marter said.

Prosecutors says all five suspects will be brought to Hawaii. Combined with the efforts of Honolulu Police, the Secret Service, and U.S. Marshals, they say credit card thieves in Hawaii will be caught.

“We will track them down, we will do the investigation. We will get the records, we will get evidence, regardless of whether it’s here or out of state to prosecute,” Honolulu Prosecutor Keith Kaneshiro said.

Thomas Keith Debarge:byThere’ll Never Be, A Story of Forgiveness

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DeBarge – songwriter, singer, and eldest brother of the music industry’s DeBarge family. Thomas “Tommy” DeBarge once saw the sky as the limit. As part of Motown’s hot funk and soul band era, Thomas felt life would be good for him there on out. A prideful turning away from God’s principles changed his dreams into a nightmare. Poverty and addiction were in the pot at the end of his rainbow. Now, Thomas is a man recovering from the decisions he made. He learned, through the process of people entering and exiting his heart at various stages of growth, that the road of sobriety was one he had to walk alone; just him and God.

 

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