OK, now we’re confused! Not MJ, Joe Jackson may be the father of Brandon Howard
Joe Jackson may be the father of Brandon Howard – not Michael Jackson.
A DNA test released yesterday allegedly proved the late King of Pop fathered a secret love child with gospel singer Miki Howard, however, in a sensational twist, it’s now claimed the 31-year-old aspiring singer is in fact the love child of Michael’s father.
Miki was represented by Joe (85) in the 1980s and toured with Michael and his music manager dad. A source told the New York Daily News newspaper: “I’ve been hearing for years that Brandon is Joe’s son.”
A press conference was held by Beverly Hills dental surgeon Dr. Joseph Goodman yesterday in which he claimed there was a “99 per cent” probability Brandon is Michael’s son, having acquired the late Thriller singer’s DNA by buying one of his used dental devices at auction.
‘I’ve never ‘self-proclaimed’ to be Michael Jackson’s son’
Brandon admitted he did supply some DNA for the test but insisted he is not looking to stake a claim in the fortune left behind by Michael upon his death in June 2009.
He said: “Number one, I did not call [website] TMZ or anything like that.
Didn’t put out a story, nothing. Number two, I’ve never ‘self-proclaimed’ to be Michael Jackson’s son.
Number three, I’m definitely not suing the estate. I’ve been taken care of very well.
Brandon Howard.
Number four, it is true I did do a DNA test but it had nothing to do with any of this.”
The news has prompted speculation Brandon is the child Michael is singing about in his 1982 hit song Billie Jean.
Michael was father to three children, Prince Michael (16) Paris (15) and Blanket (11) until his death in 2009.
About B Howard
B. Howard is a multi-platinum producer and Billboard charted artist. His latest single “Don’t Say You Love Me,” hit Billboard Dance charts top-20 in January 2016.
Howard is an industry acclaimed song-writer, performer, producer, and recording artist.
His instrumental abilities, smooth vocals–along with his raw talent–are used to combine old school and new school music that earn him international recognition.
Born to Make Music
Son of R&B singer Miki Howard, B. Howard spent much of his early years at Hayvenhurst, as his mother was managed by Joe Jackson.
After being self-taught how to play the piano, he wrote his first song “Spiderwebs” when he was just 10 years old.
It wasn’t until his family tried to forbid Howard from getting into the music industry that the magic really started to happen. He was given a year to make a name for himself, or he had to enroll in college.
Howard then set out to prove his talent by building his own relationships and doing what he was born to do—music.
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