The Michael Jackson Estate’s Next Project

John Branca,one of the administrators of the Estate,announced today during the press conference of the film “BAD25” in London that Michael Jackson’s Estate will launch,as one of their next projects,the legendary last tour of the King of Pop in DVD and Blu-ray 3D.

The “HIStory Tour”,which filled the stadiums throughout the world between 1996 and 1997,would also be released in theaters,according to Branca.

Jackson’s Lawyer Remembers Chimp, Buying Beatles Catalog

When John Branca got married on December 11, 1987, Bubbles the chimpanzee was a guest.

“He was fully dressed in a tuxedo with a pocket square,” remembered Branca, Michael Jackson’s lawyer and friend, and now the co-executor and co-manager of his estate.

Three years after Jackson’s death, Branca, 61, was at the Venice Film Festival to promote “Bad 25” — a vivid making-of documentary about the 1987 album, directed by Spike Lee. Branca is an executive producer.

We met on the seafront terrace of the Excelsior Hotel on Venice’s Lido Island, after Lee presided over a small media roundtable, memorably attired in a “Bad” T-shirt, a black beret, and a large crucifix composed of tiny skulls.

Lee would have preferred “Bad 25” to come out on the big screen instead of directly on TV. He fretted that, nowadays, youngsters watch movies on smartphones, even on first viewing, and pointed to his unamused teenage son, who listened quietly from behind a table of uneaten sandwiches.

Branca — in a black suit and pocket square — looked back to his time with Jackson, whom he represented in the 1980s and 1990s, all the way up to 2006. He rejoined the team the week before his death.

Financial Motive
I asked whether there were financial as well as creative motives behind the 25th-anniversary tribute.

“Yes: It’s been widely reported in the press that there was a substantial amount of debt,” Branca said. “So we felt we had to address that for the benefit of Michael’s children.”

Privately, Branca remembered Jackson as “always very respectful of people,” “very fun-loving” and “a bit of a prankster.” At the Jackson residence, the chimp was a great source of entertainment: He copied whoever he saw — including the domestic help.

“Bubbles would have his cleaning rag out,” Branca said. “And Michael would joke with him: ‘Oh, Bubbles, there you are cleaning again!’”

Jackson was otherwise very close to Barry Gibb of the Bee Gees — he was the godfather of one of Gibb’s children — and to Marlon Brando, whose son worked with Jackson and still works for the estate, according to Branca.

Prince Competition
By contrast, Jackson’s relationship with Prince was frosty, and there was a “healthy competition” between them. Still, one day, Jackson asked Branca to set up a meeting between them to discuss collaborating on the song “Bad.”

“Michael’s vision was that he and Prince would sing this as a duet,” Branca said. “’Who’s bad?’ and they would sing back and forth.”

The meeting (which Branca didn’t attend) went badly, and the duet never happened. “Apparently Prince brought Michael a gift, and it was some sort of voodoo box, and Michael was convinced Prince was trying to place a spell on him.”

After the release of “Thriller” — the best-selling album of all time — Michael had “a significant amount of disposable income.”

Never keen on buildings or tax shelters, he started buying music catalogs, including Sly and the Family Stone’s. When the Beatles library came on the market, Jackson asked Branca to contact Yoko Ono and Paul McCartney.

Ono “said she would be very pleased.” McCartney’s attorney said he wasn’t bidding. After a year, Jackson forked out $47.5 million for the purchase. The songbook is now part of a conglomerate that Branca describes as the biggest music publisher in the world.

Which of the children look likely to follow in his footsteps?

“They’re a little too young, to predict that,” Branca said. Yet he can’t help share a foreboding. “Paris is very charismatic, and she’s expressed an interest in a film career.”

“I could see her doing that,” he said of Jackson’s 14- year-old daughter, who may one day be promoting her own movie in Venice.

(Source: businessweek.com)

Entertainment lawyer John Branca made his name coining megadeals for such global superstars as the Rolling Stones, Beach Boys, Fleetwood Mac and, most famously, Michael Jackson. Today Branca, who is a passionate Ferrarista, keeps alive the memory of the King of Pop with the extraordinary spectacle, THE IMMORTAL World Tour. We met him in Los Angeles

John Branca is knackered. The renowned Ziffren Brittenham entertainment lawyer has jetted in just 15 minutes earlier from his umpteenth business trip to Las Vegas, the latest leg of what, this past year, seems like an unending trans-continental sprint that’s not only taken him to Vegas 12 times but also Montreal six, with assorted excursions to Vancouver, New York, Ottawa, Venice, London, Detroit, Maranello and more. At an age (60) and a level of success (epic) where he could be excused, if not expected, to spend more time at his 14,000sq ft Italian villa in the exclusive Beverly Park section of Beverly Hills with wife Linda, sons John Connor, nine, and Dylan Gregory, seven, and car Ferrari, 458 Italia (not necessarily in that order!), Branca is more peripatetic than ever. And with the exception of Maranello, where he was invited to tour the Ferrari plant, the reason for these trips can be attributed to one factor: the death of Michael Jackson in 2009. In case Branca’s name doesn’t ring a bell, let’s put it this way: the cable TV channel VH1’s longrunning show may go Behind the Music, but when you go behind that, that’s the world in which John Branca operates. Since the 1970s, he’s been arguably the most influential music entertainment lawyer in the US, if not the world. He’s represented a record 29 members of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, including The Doors, Rolling Stones, Beach Boys, Fleetwood Mac and ZZ Top. His innovative deal-making has transformed almost every aspect of the industry: Branca’s four album $50 million mega-deal for Aerosmith was the first of its kind; his work on the Stones’ Steel Wheels tour broke the mould on how multi-city tours were produced; the 2005 deal he constructed between Korn and EMI created a symbiotic relationship between artists and their record labels that became the standard. More recently, he sold the Rodgers and Hammerstein and Leiber and Stoller catalogues for historic valuations.

However, the client he’s most closely associated with is Michael Jackson. For over three decades, with a few breaks, he was the King of Pop’s entertainment lawyer of choice. Branca was instrumental in the most famous music publishing transaction in history, the sale of The Beatles’ catalogue to Michael Jackson and, later, the merger of Jackson’s ATV Music with Sony, to create, naturally enough, Sony/ATV. The pair were so close at one point that Jackson, accompanied by Bubbles the Chimp, was Best Man at Branca’s first wedding (with Little Richard ministering). And so it was in the spring of 2009, having not worked together since 2006, that Branca received a call that the Gloved One wanted to speak with him regarding his European comeback tour. After some preliminary talks and brain-storming, Jackson retained Branca again. Before embarking on the project, the attorney took his family to Cabo San Lucas for some needed “r & r”. While there, a scant eight days after he had reunited with Jackson, Branca received a call that the King of Pop was dead. In a 2002 will, Branca was named co-executor of Jackson’s estate, along with John McClain (of Interscope Records), but when Jackson died, the lawyer didn’t know if a more current version had subsequently been drawn up. None had. When Branca and McClain took over, the estate was some $400m in debt, and Branca saw his job as threefold: 1) to get the estate out of debt and on sure financial footing, 2) to restore and enhance Jackson’s legacy as one of the great entertainers of all time, and 3) to ensure that Jackson’s children and loved ones were taken care of. In short order, this manifested in a best-selling concert DVD (This Is It), best-selling Ubisoft video dance game, new album releases, and plans for an interactive museum.
But the latest and most ambitious endeavour is Cirque Du Soleil’s Michael Jackson, THE IMMORTAL World Tour extravaganza, which debuted in October 2011 in Canada before its US premiere in December 2011 at Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas, the opening salvos of a two-year globe-spanning jaunt. Hence Branca’s frequent flying. And his knackered-ness on this particular day. But Branca is nothing if not a trouper, plus he’s on the Cenegenics health regimen, the one with the adverts of the guy in his seventies who looks like a comic book Charles Atlas. So, after the photo shoot, he excuses himself to change outfits, and re-emerges sporting frosted aviator sunglasses, French Connection leather jacket, black IMMORTAL T-shirt, yellow and black Ferrari cap and a Ferrari watch, given to him by Linda. In short, he looks cool. After all, Branca is a rocker at heart. While in his teens he played in a band that opened a couple of times for The Doors at the Hullabaloo Club in LA. And the only reason he started his legal career as an estate planner was because he didn’t know about entertainment lawyers until he read about them in a Time magazine article about Elton John. ‘It was like a bell went off in my head,’ he says. ‘I thought that’s what I should be doing.’ This affinity for musicians may also explain why he says he’ll do ‘anything’ to make a deal, and also why years ago he started the Musicians Assistance Program to help musicians struggling with alcohol and addiction problems, and today is the Chairman Emeritus of the organisation it morphed into, MusiCares. We lower ourselves into the 458 Italia with its Tour de France Blue body and yellow callipers and badge. ‘My UCLA colours,’ Branca jokes, invoking his alma mater. We sit so low to the ground that I can imagine a sign inside the car like amusement parks post at the entrance to their attractions: “You must be able to scoot this low to ride this vehicle.” Over the past 15 years, Branca’s owned a succession of Ferraris – the F355, 360, 575 M, F430, 599 and now the 458. ‘Each generation was a quantum leap in terms of design and performance,’ he says. ‘They’re all completely different cars.’ He already has his order in for the 458 Spider. Immediately Branca cranks up the stereo – a souped-up Reus Systems’ system consisting of 13 speakers powered by 900 watts and a nine-inch woofer module – at rock concert intensity, to the tune of California Gurls by Katy Perry featuring Snoop Dogg. The sound is the closest thing you can come to an iPod directly wired to your brain. ‘I don’t change the architecture,’ Branca stresses. ‘That’s very important. I like to respect the technology and the design that went into it. You don’t want to cut in the car. I don’t change the unit that’s in the dash. I just upgrade the system with cables, speakers and wires.’ It’s the same reason that he’ll only ride with the car’s original tyres. He scrolls through the song list on his six CDchanger containing Tina Turner, Muddy Waters, and the IMMORTAL soundtrack.

Ferrari evokes a passion that no other car can emulate. It’s like joining a club with members that all have this same feeling’
‘It makes you want to listen to music when it sounds like this,’ he smiles. And then… away we go. Branca lives just off a twisty mountain summit road, with the operative words for this ride being “twisty,” “mountain,” and “summit.” ‘Hopefully there’s nobody on the road,’ he says, a nanosecond before gunning the engine, as if to prove that the 458 really can accelerate to 60mph in just over three seconds. As if I wouldn’t have just taken his word for it. I’ve met Branca professionally several times over the years, and while he often displays an impish quality, it’s always masked behind a cloak reserve, the reserve of someone who has to watch his words so as not to unwittingly break a client’s confidence. Now, behind the wheel, that reticence disappears. And as we careen around hairpin turns, he’s clearly taking pleasure in simultaneously impressing and scaring the Bejeezus out of me. It’s by far the most fun I’ve ever seen him have.
About four miles and eight me-stepping-on the- imaginary-break pedal’s later, we reach our destination: the Beverly Glen Deli. As we pull up to the shopping centre parking lot, Branca pushes a button and gushes, ‘A great new thing they put on Ferraris – you push this thing and it raises the front end so you don’t scrape it on every driveway. It’s like, the best thing ever made.’
The Beverly Glen Marketplace shopping centre is not very large, but the first Sunday of every month the parking lot serves as the gathering place for the Ferrari Owners’ Club and other Ferrari lovers, who bring their vehicles down to compare, admire, schmooze and wax eloquent about their beloved models. Branca also owns a Rolls-Royce Ghost and Bentley Azure, but it’s the Ferrari that really gets his juices flowing. ‘It evokes a passion that no other car can emulate. It’s like joining a club with members that all have this same feeling. You’re buying into a winning sports car manufacturer that does it with great style and great soul.’ He says that while other sports cars might have similar specs, they lack that je ne sais quoi that gives Ferraris soul. ‘They’re antiseptic. You get in a Ferrari, it’s a whole other experience.’ He feels so strongly about it, that he even penne fa short piece for the Ferrari Opus on “Why I Love Ferraris”. He wrote, “I am of Italian descent, and any Italian-American who has the opportunity to own a Ferrari should. It is part of our heritage. It is as much Italian as visiting Rome or Venice, admiring Italian architecture and paintings, enjoying Italian fashion, or eating a great Italian meal. My Ferrari feels right at home with my collections of 18th-century Italian angels and Venetian antiques.”

‘Ferrari is a work of art. I feel like sometimes I could just hang my Ferrari in the living room and just look at it’
In the diner, over a plate of roast chicken and vegetables, Branca looks wistful and says, emphatically, ‘Ferrari is a work of art. I feel like sometimes I could just hang my Ferrari in the living room and just look at it.’ But then he laments that between flying around so much and the perpetual LA traffic, he doesn’t take the Ferrari out as much as he’d like. ‘Where do you drive it?’ I ask. ‘The Beverly Glen Diner,’ he laughs. Then he adds, ‘There are a couple of tracks I take it to near here, when I have time.’ He also takes a Ferrari around a track in Las Vegas, when he can. Our lunch conversation drifts between Michael Jackson, Ferraris and the Cirque Du Soleil show, subjects that quickly conflate. For instance, Branca volunteers that ‘Motown founder Berry Gordy once declared, “Michael Jackson is the greatest entertainer who ever lived,” and I think it’s safe to say that Ferrari is the greatest sports car maker that ever existed.’ And: ‘Would Michael have loved Ferraris? Well, Michael’s art and work was always about excellence and the pursuit of perfection, and that’s embodied in Ferraris.’ Not only that, but it turns out that in the 1980s, when Jackson did a series of three commercials for Pepsi, he actually drove a Ferrari in one of them. More synchronicity: Branca lets drop that 20- odd years ago, he and Michael attended the firstever Cirque show in Santa Monica, where it was held under a tent. ‘Michael loved it,’ Branca says. An infatuation that continued over the years.

That affection was a major part of the decision to do a Jackson Cirque show. Branca’s been involved in every phase of the show’s conception and development, which is why he visits Montreal, home to Cirque Du Soleil’s headquarters, and Vegas so frequently. He’s been there to review rehearsals, dress rehearsals, run-throughs without costumes, run-throughs with costumes, runthroughs without lights, run-throughs with lights, run-throughs with lights but no costumes, runthroughs with lights with costu… you get the idea. The 105-minute hi-tech show that will typically play in arenas of 8,000–14,000 capacity, had a budget of $40m, a cast of 65, a total crew of 220, and is nothing if not a grand spectacle, with exploding pyrotechnics, mammoth smoke blasts, large video screens, world-class acrobats, contortionists, Chinese gymnasts, giant puppets, a dancing white glove and black shoes with white socks (like the one Jackson wore), an electrifying electric cellist and, of course, a trove of world-class dancers re-creating and re-interpreting Jackson’s most iconic moves backed by many long-time Jackson band members and a state-of-the-art sound system. Michael Jackson, THE IMMORTAL World Tour is scheduled to hit 65 cities and, as of mid-December 2011, had already generated more than $100m in ticket sales, with eight months left on the North America tour. Branca’s already involved in the next Vegas-based Jackson/Cirque collaboration, this time a permanent show set to open in May 2013 in
Mandalay Bay’s 2,000-seat Lion King Theater. And, as you might suspect, Branca’s a repository of great Michael Jackson stories, including this one, that changed everything: after the Thriller album had been out for 18 months, Jackson told Branca he wanted to make a video of the title song. Music videos were still in their infancy, with an average budget back then of about $50,000. Jackson told Branca he wanted to budget $1m. Branca was aghast, but Jackson issued an edict: ‘Make it happen.’ Branca approached cable TV outfit Showtime about financing a Making of Thriller film – the first ever “making of” video. With that in place, the big-budget video was made, but before its release elders at Jackson’s Jehovah’s Witnesses church informed him that the video, filled with zombies and werewolf transformations, promoted demonology and told him not to release it.
Jackson then ordered Branca to destroy it. Branca thought ‘This is nuts’, and racked his brain to figure out how he could avoid scrapping the million dollar video. Recalling that Jackson was a big Bela Lugosi fan, he concocted a story that Lugosi was very religious (Branca had no idea whether this was true) and had put a disclaimer at the beginning of Dracula stating that the flick in no way endorsed vampirism. Jackson was summarily impressed, which is why, if you own a copy of the Thriller video, you’ll see a similarly worded disclaimer placed at the beginning. And thus, Jackson was catapulted into superstardom, MTV featured its first black performer, and the course of music history was changed. As consuming as running Jackson’s estate is, Branca naturally has his fingers in more than one pie. At the time this article was going to press, he was also putting the finishing touches on a deal that would put his long-time client and good friend Carlos Santana (Branca arranged for Santana to receive an honorary degree from Occidental College a few years back, making him the first member of his family to obtain a degree) into a residency arrangement at Mandalay Bay’s House of Blues, with Santana performing three-week stints several times a year. His energy is insatiable. ‘The prospect of having a permanent Michael Jackson show in the Lion King Theater, and Carlos in a residency performing 100 feet away is like a dream come true,’ Branca says Lunch done, we pile back into the Ferrari. John’s promised he’s going to give me a thrill or two on the return trip. He doesn’t disappoint. As we race around yet another heart-stopping blind, hairpin curve, to Ike and Tina Turner’s Nutbush City Limits, and John sees my knuckles digging deep into the seat, he turns to me, grinning. ‘I’m not even pushing it yet.’ (For the record, he swears he doesn’t go over the speed limit.) And then, for no reason whatsoever, he adds, nonchalantly, ‘And I’m not that good a driver.’ ‘Don’t tell me that now! Tell me that when we’re back at your house!’ I holler back. When we pull up to the gates of his house, I involuntarily utter ‘Thank God!’ but just like kids getting off those amusement park rides, I immediately want another go. There are still jolts of adrenaline coursing through my body, but John abruptly announces that he’s going to take a nap. He is, after all, knackered.