THE GRIM REAPER finally came for the music industry’s ultimate FIXER. Michael Lippman, the shadowy architect behind David Bowie’s “Station to Station” turmoil and George Michael’s career rollercoaster, is dead at 79. The cause is a MYSTERY, but his legacy is one of CONTROL, CONTROVERSY, and the DARK ARTS of celebrity manipulation.
Forget the sanitized obituaries. This was the man who HOUSED a spiraling Bowie, only to engineer an ABRUPT, devastating split. He was the mastermind who later RECLAIMED a besieged George Michael, proving his power was a drug stars couldn’t quit. Insiders whisper of a career BUILT on exploiting the vulnerable—first pioneering the mangement of producers to lock down creative power, then championing the ALL-CONSUMING 360 deal that ENSLAVED artists to their labels.
He boasted of breaking rules and “doing something no one’s ever done before,” a chilling motto for an industry bulldog who admitted to being “not the greatest father” because the road—and the deal—ALWAYS came first. His sons call him a mentor and advocate, but the question HAUNTING the halls of Arista and beyond is far darker: Were the iconic careers he shaped acts of genius, or merely the lifeblood of a ruthless empire built on the backs of fragile artists?
With Lippman gone, the music world must face an unsettling truth: the real strings behind your favorite stars were pulled by a ghost, and his disciples are now in charge.



