Concert Promoter Says He Hired Doctor to Be With Jackson - Celebrity Gossip | Entertainment News | Arts And Entertainment - FOXNews.com
Dr. Conrad Murray, seen in this July 7, 2006, photo, was Michael Jackson's cardiologist.
The doctor who reportedly was at Michael Jackson's home when the pop star went into cardiac arrest had been hired by the concert promoter working on Jackson's upcoming comeback shows in London, the promoter told the Associated Press.
Dr. Conrad Robert Murray has been interviewed by police, but authorities have said he isn't under criminal suspicion at this time. He is a cardiologist with offices in Texas, Nevada and California.
Jackson had been preparing to kick off this summer a series of 50 concerts staged by AEG Live, and the singer wanted Murray to accompany him to London, the company's president and CEO, Randy Phillips told the Associated Press.
AEG Live advanced Jackson the money to hire Phillips, logging it as production costs, Phillips said.
It remains unclear what role, if any, Murray played Thursday in the final hours of Jackson's life, from the Los Angeles mansion where Jackson was living to UCLA Medical Center, where he was pronounced dead at 2:26 p.m.
Jackson's family has said he seemed to have died of a heart attack, but a coroner said Friday that the official cause of death wouldn't be known until authorities receive the results of additional tests, in four
There has been much media speculation about the doctor's identity and what type of care he was providing Jackson, who reportedly had been taking a mix of antidepressants and painkillers.
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Police on Thursday towed a silver BMW from the driveway of the mansion Jackson was renting. The car belongs to a Texas woman, Susan Mary Rush, who is Murray's sister, a law enforcement source told FOXNews.com.
Karen Rayner, a spokeswoman for the Los Angeles Police Department told FOXNews.com on Friday, "The doctor's BMW was impounded last night. We are investigating the death and there might be medication still in the car that would be helpful to the investigation."
Police have not publicly named Murray as the doctor, and Rayner did not divulge the doctor's name. But she said the doctor was briefly interviewed at the scene on Thursday, and that investigators wanted to speak with him further to get a more detailed statement.
Police spoke with the doctor shortly after they arrived at the home and found the pop star unresponsive. They said Friday that, according to the 911 call, he may have been the only person in the room when Jackson went into cardiac arrest.Family members said Friday that Jackson received a massive dose of Demerol shortly before he went into cardiac arrest. Any doctor
who legally administers the drug must be certified to do so.The doctor did not sign the death certificate, which is protocol for a death that occurs under the watch of a physician. If the doctor does not provide the police with the details and circumstances surrounding the death and does not sign the death certificate, the case will be transferred to the coroner’s office, where it will be investigated as a homicide.
According to a report by KHOIKHOI in Houston, a medical assistant at the Acres Home Heart and Vascular Institute confirmed that a cardiologist there, Dr. Conrad Robert Murray, was living with Jackson at his rented mansion and was with the pop star when he was stricken.
But a woman who answered the phone there refuted the reports that Murray had been treating Jackson or had been in any way associated with him. "No. No. No," she said. "That's not his patient. No."
No one picked up the phone at the Murray's Nevada office.
According to the doctor-review Web sites Vitals.com and Wellness.com, Murray is a cardiovascular disease specialist who is affiliated with hospitals in Hayward, Calif., Henderson, Nev., and Houston. He received his medical degree in 1989 from Miscarry Medical College School of Medicine in Nashville, Tenn. He completed his residency at Coma Linda University Medical Center, Internal Medicine, in 1992 and a fellowship at the University of Arizona in 1995. In 1996 he completed a second fellowship at the Foundation for Cardiovascular Medicine in San Diego.
According to Billboard, Jackson passed a physical “in flying colors” earlier this year in preparation for his summer concert series in London. But an inside source told FOXNews.com he was not close to being in top condition and was doing the best he could to get in shape for the 50 concerts that were scheduled.
“Michael had a long history of medical problems and it is not uncommon for stars to want their own doctor to be there,” an insider told Foxnews.com, adding that Jackson was undergoing prescription-based treatment for various health ailments, including a bad back and fatigue. The LAD is investigating the cause of death, and questions surrounding his prescription medications will undoubtedly be raised.
July 16, 2009
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Where's Jacko? (It started so many joys and hours ago, and i would do you a great disservice to present the best at such a late hour...tomorrow! then
WHERE'S JACKO?
I guess you'd have to know me a little better, than just by the videos I post and some of the morphs I do, and the YouTube Comment - eBay Smashup poems, and other graphomaniacal occupations that make me happy--but not much.
Like, that I was Director of an Outsider Art Gallery for ten years, where it was my job to dole out per Diem's and beer money to some of the most famous folk artists in the United States, almost all of whom fit the Outsider category of self-taught, being socially unfit for any type of normal existence for many reasons--the most prominent being their collective substance and alcohol abuse problems. Of course, it didn't stop with the artists and their constant babysitting. I also had to be the gibbeting referee for the Odd Couple partners who ran the gallery, and happened to be ex-cons, with, not surprisingly, many of the same qualities which described the artists. They also despised one another--not uncommon in the art world.
All of that to say this: I HAVE NEVER HAD A BETTER DAY ONLINE THAN THE ONE WHICH BEGAN JUST AN HOUR AGO, when because of my mildly obsessed preoccupation with chronicling the entire Internet, I was directed by one of my many, many Google Alerts to a special alert of mine containing two of my most beautifully wrought word juxtapositions thought up in the shower one day, which has now won the alert of the decade award.
I clicked, and for the next hour I enjoyed paroxysms of joy similar to those which I've read regarding Van Gogh and some of the effects that large amounts of thujone (the active ingredient in wormwood, the active psychotropic substance found in Absinthe which he actively drank to soporific rag ends) had on him, as well as those joys associated with idiot savantism and certain types of autistic individuals--one which apparently is a mix of dopamine (of which I am currently not in short supply), religious ideation and messianic self-appraisal, commingled with euphoria, time-space irregularity, and a host of other enjoyable chemically produced brainjuice which one generally only experiences a few times, if any, in their lives. (Think of having oral sodomy performed by your favorite movie star/rock star from under the tablecloth, while eating a filet mignon, medium rare (vegetables?) at Ruths Chris Steakhouse and sipping a glass of 1963 Petrus, and being told your stock went up.)
As I celebrate this feeling and nervously worry that it will certainly go away at some point, I am inspired to post a few SPECIAL PICTURES, which in the picture business, or rather, in the tabloid picture business, or perhaps in the Tabloid picture business practiced by those with an inordinately keen afforestation of SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK 'N' ROLL, know no equal. If you have no low-meter, or are overly sincere and politically correct, I say leave now (and by the way, if that's you which I've just described and you're still reading this post after the fellatio under the table analogy, you might want to rethink your moral superiority).
The only problem with euphoria is that it burns calories, and that mixed with my hypoglycemia, necessitate my dining or becoming more incoherent than usual; and so dear reader, pray that I do not fall through some alteration in blood sugar, to a Coleridgeian busgirl of Kublah Khan proportions--one that either kills the joy completely or dampens it for me...however, knowing my blood sugar and its roller cantering better than anyone, I'd say that there is slightly better than a 75% chance that I will come back more excited than ever to share the booty of a lifetime with other...yeah, i need to eat.
July 15, 2009
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