[COVER MAGAZINE] Evening Standard Magazine - April 2021 issue



My love for my dad, my battle with addiction and growing up in Neverland - Paris Jackson laid bare


As the child of one of the most famous men on the planet, model, actor and now musician Paris Jackson could have become a celebrity brat. Instead, she’s a chilled bohemian with her own musical credentials, finds Kevin EG Perry


BY KEVIN EG PERRY - Evening Standard


Paris Jackson is tired of being told how normal she is.

World famous from the moment she was born, Michael Jackson’s only daughter says she has become accustomed to battling preconceived ideas about her character. I’ve had more than a handful of people tell me, “Wow, when I met you I thought you were gonna be a bitch!”’ she says, the expletive barely past her lips before she starts trying to reel it back in. Excuse my language. They’re like: “When I met you I thought you were gonna be a spoiled brat.” While that’s nice to hear, it’s also like, oh, people already think that before they even meet me. A lot of times I don’t have a chance to show people who I really am.’


Now aged 22, Jackson is taking her chance to show the world her true self — musically, at least. Her debut album, Wilted, is a collection of melancholy indie-folk inspired by the likes of Radiohead’s Thom Yorke and Californian band Grandaddy. While that may sound like a far cry from her father’s remarkable pop oeuvre, she counts his work among her influences, too. ‘I think he’ll always influence everything I do in some way, whether it’s subconscious or intentional,’ she reasons. ‘I was around that creativity all the time, so I’m sure I learnt a lot of what I have from that.’



Jackson is speaking over Zoom from her publicist’s house in LA, looking every inch the young bohemian. She wears a nose ring and a silk scarf loose around her neck, and from her left ear dangles a single earring in the shape of a guitar pick. Plumes of nag champa incense waft in front of her face as she reminisces about the rich musical education her father gave her. ‘I grew up listening to everything,’ she says, reeling off a list that runs the gamut from Tchaikovsky to Motown via the film scores of Danny Elfman and Hans Zimmer. ‘We listened to Kanye West around the house as well,’ she recalls. ‘I was always singing growing up. It was cool seeing the look on my dad’s face when he realised I could match pitch and harmonise.’


Despite being offered this eclectic musical smorgasbord, Jackson and her brothers, Prince, now 24, and Blanket, now 19, didn’t have a hard time picking their favourites. ‘The Beatles and my dad,’ she says, without having to think. ‘My brothers and I have always been massive fans of his music, obviously, but he was always very modest about it. He was very humble.’


“We were very privileged growing up, but when it came to things like getting toys and going on the rides, we had to earn that”

Their family home, of course, was anything but. Jackson — whose mother is Debbie Rowe, a nurse and Michael’s second wife — spent the first seven years of her life on Neverland Ranch, her father’s sprawling 2,700-acre estate in California that included its own amusement park, cinema and zoo. Despite being surrounded by the trappings of extraordinary wealth and success, Jackson says her father was careful not to spoil her and her siblings.


‘We were very privileged growing up, but when it came to things like getting toys and going on the rides, we had to earn that,’ she explains. ‘We were lucky enough to be raised with solid morals. He would be like: “Oh, you want to go to Toys ‘R’ Us and get five toys? Great. You need to read five books — and I will test you on those books.” It was very clear to us that those rides and the zoo were for underprivileged children — children who were sick and couldn’t go to Disneyland. If we were good, and we did our homework and we worked hard throughout the week, maybe we could go at the weekends, but we had to earn it.’


In 2009, when Jackson was 11, her father was preparing for an ambitious 50-show residency at the O2 Arena in London when he suddenly and unexpectedly died. Just weeks later, Jackson stood sobbing onstage at LA’s Staples Center for his memorial service. ‘Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine,’ she said. ‘And I just want to say I love him so much.’


After her father’s death, Jackson’s life changed beyond all recognition. Until then she had been home-schooled but in 2010 she was enrolled at The Buckley School, an exclusive private school in the San Fernando Valley. She started trying to write songs at 13, using YouTube videos to teach herself guitar. Her musical taste was changing, too, tending towards the heavier sounds of Mötley Crüe, Van Halen, Alice Cooper and Ozzy Osbourne. She fondly recalls her first time in a mosh pit: watching Brazilian heavy metallers Sepultura open for Metallica. ‘I remember getting an elbow in the mouth,’ she says, happily. ‘There’s just something about that music that touches people’s hearts when they’re going through that “No one understands me” teenage thing.’