I'm just glad I wasn't brought up in his situation. A drunken father was bad enough, but Joe Jackson is the devil incarnate. If ever I bemoan my life in future days, I will think of him and thank my lucky stars for what I've had and haven't had.
I can relate to MJ . My father had a great sense of humor and did not drink yet he could turn on a dime and become the devil himself and beat and belittle to the point of I did not know which way to turn.
I remember it took me three years of working with him as his sole helper as a carpenter from the age or 7 and missed all the summer vacations from school to work a mans job . This was just to get my first electic guitar. When i asked if we could go get it i was punished and made to clean out the garage that night and waited another three months to get that harmony rocket . I didn't have an amp yet my mother having working in her later years went and called sears to get me a Silver Tone two twelve piggy back amp and had her way of hiding it yet so he would not know , i had to hide it from my father . The guilt was far too much for me so I had her return it and did without an amp.
I never got along with my father . In 1987 a few years before he died I would always call and try to avoid his crap and then said , if we can't be father and son can we be friends and he hung up the phone.
Then he left messages on out anwering machine calling me a pip squeak for not answering and called me all sorts of be littling names but i was done trying and I was 38 years old at the time . Then when after all the years of begging him to see a doctor then being christion science heal your self ideals I got a call from my sistors in IL telling me to call because the home nurse that was checking on him told them he was holding on to hear from me so i called , he was not able to speak , my mother put the phone to his ear and then I was told he died an hour later . Right after that my mother admitted herself into a mental insitution , she was always under his control , never drove or had independance and did not know what to do .
My sisters got her out yet they never listened so I called her all those years as before and we always talked and I always supported her in what she wanted to do and listened since my sisters thought she should not date after this and I supported her and she did have some years of fun and died at 88 alone in some rehabe home my sisters said was a nice place , well this was a lie and I was not with the funds to go out there from Calif and see for myself.
The guilt is numbing for me . This was close to three years ago she passed .
If it were not for music and the guitar I would have never made it this long or through all those years .
I was in groups but never reached that dream I had as a youth but it's ok . I have been honest even though being honest has not helped me much in this world but I will remain honest to a fault even if i am the only one who knows. It matters to me.
Art and music were my only interests in life and a good female reationship , well I have the music and the relationship which has passed the 29th year mark and for that I feel lucky even though I barely have a dime to my name .
You don't get to choose your parents or what may be programed in your mind but you can make the best of what's in you and go with that and ride it out until the end .