Written by DJ Whoo Kid
In October 2006, I was booked to DJ the Formula 1 race and afterparty in Bahrain for Sheikh Abdullah Bin Hamad Isa Al-Khalifa. Unfortunately, I lost my passport in Dubai airport on my way there, so thank Allah for the Prince Al Khalifa III who got me passed security with no ID (due to the fact his uncle owned the airport anyway!)
As you can also see, many famous wierdos were driving in the celebrity race before the Formula 1 started. John Legend was one of them.
Other famous wierdos like Tyson Beckford were too busy doing breakdancing battles against the locals while I was djing. Fucking hilarious!
My stay at the lavish hotel was up, so the Sheikh invited me to stay over at his palace… and Pow!!! There goes Michael Jackson, sipping on lemonade by the pool! I was so shocked, but cool at the same time, because I didn’t want to turn myself into a groupie.
He thought I was so funny that he refrained from leaving to go to his pad, which was next door to the Sheikh. The Sheikh was happy that I made Mike so comfortable, so he invited the rest of the crew (who were at the afterparty the night before) for dinner !
John Legend,Tyson Beckford, BIG and my good pal DJ Dirt T were in attendance . Me and Mike spoke on Eminem‘s retirement, 50 Cent‘s accomplishments and lamb ass (dinner) at the royal table . That’s why you see crazy food behind us in that pic.
I also put him on the phone with 50, who was in Morocco filming a movie with Samuel L Jackson. When Mike gave me the phone back, 50 ended the conversation with a big “Fuck you!” and hung up! LOL! All I know is the man that I met was cool and down to earth.
You can tell that Michael was tired of people speaking to him properly as if he was a child. He wanted some Black homeys to bring him back to reality. It felt good for him to curse and laugh, and relate to people who came up the way he did.
For seven hours he wasnt hanging with lawyers or managers, just cool people who genuinely love his work and didn’t need anything from him . All we wanted was to know who the real Michael Jackson is, and we got it that night.
Too bad the only pic we missed was the Tyson Beckford dance battle against MJ – fucking classic!
I left the next week to Venice to DJ for Kadafi – Pow! Now thats another story…