Moonwalk, p.8
Moonwalk, page 8
The problem with TV is that everything must be crammed into a little space of time. You don’t have time to perfect anything. Schedules—tight schedules—rule your life. If you’re not happy with something, you just forget it and move on to the next routine. I’m a perfectionist by nature. I like things to be the best they can be. I want people to hear or watch something I’ve done and feel that I’ve given it everything I’ve got. I feel I owe an audience that courtesy. On the show our sets were sloppy, the lighting was often poor, and our choreography was rushed. Somehow, the show was a big hit. There was a popular show on opposite us and we beat them out in the Nielsens. CBS really wanted to keep us, but I knew that show was a mistake. As it turned out, it did hurt our record sales and it took us a while to recover from the damage. When you know something’s wrong for you, you have to make difficult decisions and trust your instincts.
I rarely did TV after that; the Motown 25 special is the only show that comes to mind. Berry asked me to be on that show and I kept trying to say no, but he finally talked me into it. I told him I wanted to do “Billie Jean” even though it would be the only non-Motown song on the show, and he readily agreed. “Billie Jean” was number one at the time. My brothers and I really rehearsed for the show. I choreographed our routines, so I was pretty wrapped up in those numbers, but I had a good notion of what I wanted to do with “Billie Jean.” I had a sense that the routine had worked itself out in my mind while I was busy with other things. I asked someone to rent or buy me a black fedora—a spy hat—and the day of the show I began putting the routine together. I’ll never forget that night, because when I opened my eyes at the end, people were on their feet applauding. I was overwhelmed by the reaction. It felt so good.
Our only “break” during the Motown-to-Epic switch was the TV show. While that was all going on, we heard that Epic had Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff working on demos for us. We were told we’d be recording in Philadelphia after our shows were all done.
If there was anyone who stood to gain the most from switching labels, it was Randy, who was now part of the Five. But now that he finally was one of us, we were no longer known as the Jackson 5. Motown said that the group’s name was the company’s registered trademark, and that we couldn’t use it when we left. That was hardball, of course, so we called ourselves the Jacksons from that time on.
Dad had met with the Philly guys while negotiations were going on with Epic. We’d always had great respect for the records that Gamble and Huff had overseen, records like “Backstabbers” by the O’Jays, “If You Don’t Know Me by Now,” by Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes (featuring Teddy Pendergrass), and “When Will I See You Again,” by the Three Degrees, along with many other hits. They told Dad they’d been watching us, and they said they wouldn’t mess with our singing. Dad mentioned that we were hoping to have a song or two of our own included in the new album, and they promised to give them a fair hearing.
We’d gotten to talk with Kenny and Leon and their team of people, which included Leon McFadden and John Whitehead. They showed what they could do for themselves when they made “Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now” in 1979. Dexter Wanzel was also a part of this team. Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff are such pros. I actually got a chance to watch them create as they presented songs to us and that helped my songwriting a lot. Just watching Huff play the piano while Gamble sang taught me more about the anatomy of a song than anything else. Kenny Gamble is a master melody man. He made me pay closer attention to the melody because of watching him create. And I would watch, too. I’d sit there like a hawk, observing every decision, listening to every note. They’d come to us in our hotel and play a whole album’s worth of music for us. That’s the way we’d be introduced to the songs they had chosen for our album—aside from the two songs we were writing ourselves. It was an amazing thing to be present for.
We had cut some demos of our songs at home during our breaks from shooting, but we decided to wait on those—we felt there was no sense putting a gun to anyone’s head. We knew that Philly had a lot to offer us, so we’d save our surprise for them later.
Our two songs, “Blues Away” and “Style of Life,” were two hard secrets to keep at the time because we were so proud of them. “Style of Life” was a jam that Tito directed, and it was in keeping with the nightclub groove that “Dancing Machine” got us into, but we kept it a little leaner and meaner than Motown would have cut it.
“Blues Away” was one of my first songs, and though I don’t sing it any more, I’m not embarrassed to hear it. I couldn’t have gone on in this business if I had ended up hating my own records after all that work. It’s a light song about overcoming a deep depression—I was going for the Jackie Wilson “Lonely Teardrops” way of laughing on the outside to stop the churning inside.
When we saw the cover art for The Jacksons album, the first we cut for Epic, we were surprised to see that we all looked alike. Even Tito looked skinny! I had my “crown” Afro then, so I didn’t stick out so much, I guess. Still, once we performed our new songs like “Enjoy Yourself” and “Show You the Way to Go,” people knew I was still second from the left, right out front. Randy took Tito’s old spot on my far right, and Tito moved into the old place Jermaine had. It took a long time for me to feel comfortable with that, as I’ve mentioned, though it was through no fault of Tito’s.
Those two singles were fun records—“Enjoy Yourself” was great for dancing. It had rhythm guitar and horns that I really liked. It was also a number one record. For my taste, I leaned a little more toward “Show You the Way to Go” because it showed what good regard the Epic people had for our singing. We were all over that record and it was the best one we did. I loved the high hat and strings fluttering alongside us like birds’ wings. I’m surprised that song in particular wasn’t a bigger hit.
Though we couldn’t spell it out, we kind of hinted about our situation in a song called “Living Together,” which Kenny and Leon chose with us in mind. “If we’re going to stick together, we’ve got to be a family. Have yourself a real good time, but don’t you know it’s getting late.” The strings pointed and thrust like they did in “Backstabbers,” but that was a Jacksons’ message, even if it wasn’t in the Jacksons’ style—yet.
Gamble and Huff had written enough songs for another album, but we knew from experience that while they were doing what they did best, we were losing some of our identity. We were honored to be a part of the Philly family, but that wasn’t enough for us. We were determined to do all of the things we had wanted to do for so many years. That’s why we had to go back into our Encino studio and work together again as a family.
Going Places, our second album for Epic, was different from our first. There were more songs with messages and not as many dance songs. We knew that the message to promote peace and let music take over was a good one, but again it was more like the old O’Jays’ “Love Train” and not really our style.
Still, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing that there was no big pop hit on Going Places because it made “Different Kind of Lady” an obvious choice for club play. It was positioned in the middle of side one, so there were two Gamble and Huff songs sandwiching it, and our song stood out like a ball of fire. That was a real band cooking, with the Philly horns giving it one exclamation point after another, just as we’d hoped. That’s the feel we were trying for when we were making demos with our old friend Bobby Taylor before going to Epic. Kenny and Leon put the finishing touches on it, the icing, but on this one we’d baked the cake ourselves.
After Going Places was in the stores, Dad asked me to accompany him to a meeting with Ron Alexenburg. Ron signed us for CBS, and he really believed in us. We wanted to convince him that we were ready now to take charge of our own music. We felt that CBS had evidence of what we could do on our own, so we stated our case, explaining that we’d originally wanted Bobby Taylor to work with us. Bobby had stuck with us through all those years, and we had thought he’d be a fine producer for us. Epic wanted Gamble and Huff because they had the track record, but maybe they were the wrong jockeys or we were the wrong horses for them, because we were letting them down in the sales department through no fault of our own. We had a strong work ethic that backed up everything we did.
Mr. Alexenburg was certainly used to dealing with performers, although I’m sure that among his business friends he could be just as cutting about musicians as we musicians could be when we were swapping our own stories among ourselves. But Dad and I were on the same wavelength when it came to the business side of music. People who make music and people who sell records are not natural enemies. I care as much about what I do as a classical musician, and I want what I do to reach the widest possible audience. The record people care about their artists, and they want to reach the widest market. As we sat in the CBS boardroom eating a nicely catered lunch, we told Mr. Alexenburg that Epic had done its best, and it wasn’t good enough. We felt we could do better, that our reputation was worth putting on the line.
When we left that skyscraper known as Black Rock, Dad and I didn’t say much to each other. The ride back to the hotel was a silent one, with each of us thinking our own thoughts. There wasn’t much to add to what we had already said. Our whole lives had been leading to that single, important confrontation, however civilized and aboveboard it was. Maybe Ron Alexenburg has had reason to smile over the years when he remembers that day.
When that meeting took place at CBS headquarters in New York, I was only nineteen years old. I was carrying a heavy burden for nineteen. My family was relying on me more and more as far as business and creative decisions were concerned, and I was so worried about trying to do the right thing for them; but I also had an opportunity to do something I’d wanted to do all my life—act in a film. Ironically the old Motown connection was paying a late dividend.
Motown had bought the rights to film the Broadway show known as The Wiz even as we were leaving the company. The Wiz was an updated, black-oriented version of the great movie The Wizard of Oz, which I had always loved. I remember that when I was a kid The Wizard of Oz was shown on television once a year and always on a Sunday night. Kids today can’t imagine what a big event that was for all of us because they’ve grown up with videocassettes and the expanded viewing that cable provides.
I had seen the Broadway show too, which was certainly no letdown. I swear I saw it six or seven times. I later became very friendly with the star of the show, Stephanie Mills, the Broadway Dorothy. I told her then, and I’ve always believed since, that it was a tragedy that her performance in the play could not have been preserved on film. I cried time after time. As much as I like the Broadway stage, I don’t think I’d want to play on it myself. When you give a performance, whether on record or on film, you want to be able to judge what you’ve done, to measure yourself and try to improve. You can’t do that in an untaped or unrecorded performance. It makes me sad to think of all the great actors who have played roles we would give anything to see, but they’re lost to us because they couldn’t be, or simply weren’t, recorded.
If I had been tempted to go onstage, it would probably have been to work with Stephanie, although her performances were so moving that I might have cried right there in front of the audience. Motown bought The Wiz for one reason, and as far as I was concerned, it was the best reason possible: Diana Ross.
Diana was close to Berry Gordy and had her loyalties to him and to Motown, but she did not forget us just because our records now had a different label on them. We had been in touch throughout the changes, and she had even met up with us in Las Vegas, where she gave us tips during our run there. Diana was going to play Dorothy, and since it was the only part that was definitely cast, she encouraged me to audition. She also assured me that Motown would not keep me from getting a part just to spite me or my family. She would make sure of that if she had to, but she didn’t think she’d have to.
She didn’t. It was Berry Gordy who said he hoped I’d audition for The Wiz. I was very fortunate he felt that way, because I was bitten by the acting bug during that experience. I said to myself, this is what I’m interested in doing when I have a chance—this is it. When you make a film, you’re capturing something elusive and you’re stopping time. The people, their performances, the story become a thing that can be shared by people all over the world for generations and generations. Imagine never having seen Captains Courageous or To Kill a Mocking-bird! Making movies is exciting work. It’s such a team effort and it’s also a lot of fun. Someday soon I plan to devote a lot of my time to making films.
I auditioned for the part of the Scarecrow because I thought his character best fit my style. I was too bouncy for the Tin Man and too light for the Lion, so I had a definite goal, and I tried to put a lot of thought into my reading and dancing for the part. When I got the call back from the director, Sidney Lumet, I felt so proud but also a little scared. The process of making a film was new to me, and I was going to have to let go of my responsibilities to my family and my music for months. I had visited New York, where we were shooting, to get the feel for Harlem that The Wiz’s story called for, but I had never lived there. I was surprised by how quickly I got used to the lifestyle. I enjoyed meeting a whole group of people I’d always heard about on the other coast but had never laid eyes on.
Making The Wiz was an education for me on so many levels. As a recording artist I already felt like an old pro, but the film world was completely new to me. I watched as closely as I could and learned a lot.
During this period in my life, I was searching, both consciously and unconsciously. I was feeling some stress and anxiety about what I wanted to do with my life now that I was an adult. I was analyzing my options and preparing to make decisions that could have a lot of repercussions. Being on the set of The Wiz was like being in a big school. My complexion was still a mess during the filming of the movie, so I found myself really enjoying the makeup. It was an amazing makeup job. Mine took five hours to do, six days a week; we didn’t shoot on Sundays. We finally got it down to four hours flat after doing it long enough. The other people who were being made up were amazed that I didn’t mind sitting there having this done for such long periods of time. They hated it, but I enjoyed having the stuff put on my face. When I was transformed into the Scarecrow, it was the most wonderful thing in the world. I got to be somebody else and escape through my character. Kids would come visit the set, and I’d have such fun playing with them and responding to them as the Scarecrow.
I’d always pictured myself doing something very elegant in the movies, but it was my experience with the makeup and costume and prop people in New York that made me realize another aspect of how wonderful filmmaking could be. I had always loved the Charlie Chaplin movies, and no one ever saw him doing anything overtly elegant in the silent movie days. I wanted something of the quality of his characters in my Scarecrow. I loved everything about the costume, from the coil legs to the tomato nose to the fright wig. I even kept the orange and white sweater that came with it and used it in a picture session years later.
The film had marvelous, very complicated dance numbers, and learning them was no problem. But that in itself became an unexpected problem with my costars.
Ever since I was a very little boy, I’ve been able to watch somebody do a dance step and then immediately know how to do it. Another person might have to be taken through the movement step by step and told to count and put this leg here and the hip to the right. When your hip goes to the left, put your neck over there … that sort of thing. But if I see it, I can do it.
When we were doing The Wiz, I was being instructed in the choreography along with my costars—the Tin Man, the Lion, and Diana Ross—and they were getting mad at me. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong until Diana took me aside and told me that I was embarrassing her. I just stared at her. Embarrassing Diana Ross? Me? She said she knew I wasn’t aware of it, but I was learning the dances much too quickly. It was embarrassing for her and the others, who just couldn’t learn steps as soon as they saw the choreographer do them. She said he’d show us something and I’d just go out there and do it. When he asked the others to do it, it took them longer to learn. We laughed about it, but I tried to make the ease with which I learned my steps less obvious.
I also learned that there could be a slightly vicious side to the business of making a movie. Often when I was in front of the camera, trying to do a serious scene, one of the other characters would start making faces at me, trying to crack me up. I had always been drilled in serious professionalism and preparedness and therefore I thought it was a pretty mean thing to do. This actor would know that I had important lines to say that day, yet he would make these really crazy faces to distract me. I felt it was more than inconsiderate and unfair.
Much later Marlon Brando would tell me that people used to do that to him all the time.
The problems on the set were really few and far between and it was great working with Diana so closely. She’s such a beautiful, talented woman. Doing this movie together was very special for me. I love her very much. I have always loved her very much.
The whole Wiz period was a time of stress and anxiety, even though I was enjoying myself. I remember July 4 of that year very well, because I was on the beach at my brother Jermaine’s house, about half a block away along the waterfront. I was messing around in the surf, and all of a sudden I couldn’t breathe. No air. Nothing. I asked myself what’s wrong? I tried not to panic, but I ran back to the house to find Jermaine, who took me to the hospital. It was wild. A blood vessel had burst in my lung. It has never reoccurred, although I used to feel little pinches and jerks in there that were probably my imagination. I later learned that this condition was related to pleurisy. It was suggested by my doctor that I try to take things a little slower, but my schedule would not permit it. Hard work continued to be the name of the game.
