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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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950625
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Sunday, June 25, 1995
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1995, Detroit Free Press
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THE MUSIC IS LOST IN JACKSON'S MACHINE
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If I declared myself "The King Of Newspapers," would you want to read
this column?

  If I made a commercial in which thousands of fans worshiped my giant image
as  I blew kisses and  a child  actor yelled "We love you, Mitch!" -- would
you read my work more often?

  Or would you think me disgusting?
  Don't worry. We have no such plans.  But then, we are not Michael Jackson,
who not only  made the above commercial, and demands the press call him "King
Of Pop," but also arranged an interview on ABC  to reveal "secrets" about
himself and his new bride -- just in time for the release of  his new album.
  Here's my question: Don't you feel a little manipulated by all this?
  Then why on Earth would you give this person your money?
  Which is what Jackson and his corporate parents,  Sony, expect you to do.
Sony has invested $30 million in the promotion of Jackson's new CD, "HIStory:
Past, Present and Future, Book I" -- a self-bloated title if there ever was
one. If  Napoleon were  a singer, he'd call his album that.
  Thirty million dollars? Just for videos and ads and cardboard displays? You
could produce a dozen "Sgt. Pepper" albums, or about 100 "Temptation's
Greatest Hits"  with that money. Thirty million for promotion?
  Yes. Because this is about business, and Sony has invested a fortune in
Michael Jackson staying a star. It is critical to them that Jackson's very
presence  makes  you rush out and spend your dollars. If he loses that, they
blow their investment. And suddenly, amidst charges of child molestation, a
staged marriage, skin lightening, and other general kookiness,  their jewel is
losing its luster.
  So they --  with Jackson's complete consent -- are whipping up a hurricane
of promotion. But somewhere in the image-making, rumor-spreading and
lawsuit-fighting,  the music, which used to be what made Michael Jackson
special, has been lost.
  Their question is, can they get you to buy the record without noticing?
No thrillers this time
  
  Now, before you  think me some Michael Jackson hater, let me say I bought
every one of his CDs -- up till this one. When I was a full-time musician, I
studied the production on "Off The Wall" and "Thriller," which employed
state-of-the-art techniques by the innovative producer  Quincy Jones. 
  Those were wonderful recordings, with the latest in sound. When the tune
"Rock With You" first came across your radio, you stopped  and said, "Wow, who
is that ?" You didn't ask if the artist slept in an oxygen chamber or had a
pet monkey. Who cared? The sound, a rhythmic, pipe-woofing line over a cake of
layered voices, was unlike  any other. 
  This is what made Jackson special. His plaintive whispers on "She's Out of
My Life" or infectious  voice-hitching  on "Billie Jean." These were
cutting-edge records, the way Beatles songs  were once cutting edge. That
should be what buying music is about.
  Instead, with "HIStory" you get this:  two discs, a thick little booklet
listing Jackson's awards, with celebrities such as (surprise!)  Elizabeth
Taylor telling you what a national treasure Jackson is, and a pamphlet showing
how you can order Jackson souvenirs. It's like a Disneyland gift pack.
  As for the music, let me sum it up  for you.
  Disc One: Greatest Hits.
  Disc Two: Song about media pressuring Michael, song about people judging
Michael,  song about people misunderstanding Michael, song about people not
caring about  Michael. . .
  Do the words "self-indulgent" ring a bell? It's as if Jackson's therapist
put on a drum machine and let the tapes roll.
The king of marketing
  Now this is fine. Jackson can record  whatever he wants. But why buy it?
If someone you never heard of  made  an album complaining about being a star,
  would you say "Gimme one"?
  Music is what records should be about. Jackson may  be pitied for
cloistering himself in a Neverland of toys and animals and store-bought
fantasy. But there is no feeling sorry for his boardroom meetings with
executives who are packaging him. 
  Besides,  he appears so wrapped up in marketing himself he missed the fact
that lyrics such as "jew me/kike me" are offensive. Now he is apologizing.
Here's a guy so detail-crazy he spent $7 million making a video  -- yet
overlooked  such anti-Semitic  lyrics? 
  When ABC's Diane Sawyer interviewed Jackson, she asked about criticism over
the promotion of "HIStory." 
  "That's what I want," he said, gleefully.  "They're falling into my
trap."
  Personally, I don't want to be trapped by a record, especially if I have to
shell out $25. Jackson would like you to believe he is all about children and
healing the  world, but he is also about money and staying on top. To do that,
you have to make music that is special -- not just commercials.
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