Personal Life
Robson received his GED at age fifteen.
In July 2002, Robson's father, Dennis Robson, died after a long illness.
His music, his movement, his personal words of inspiration and encouragement and his unconditional love will live inside of me forever.
Robson, June 2009In 2003, Michael Jackson was arrested on charges of child molestation. Starting from age seven, Robson was invited several times to Jackson's Neverland Ranch where several boys, including Robson and child actor Macaulay Culkin, would all sleep together in Jackson's bed. A member of Jackson's staff testified that she had seen Jackson behaving inappropriately towards Robson such as taking showers together. In November 2003, Robson publicly denied any wrongdoing on Jackson's part and he, along with his mother and sister, testified in Jackson's defense at the People v. Jackson trial in 2005. Jackson was eventually acquitted. In a 2003 interview, Robson said of Jackson "His heart is so genuine. He has no concept of a normal life." Robson and Jackson remained friends until Jackson's death in June 2009.
In August 2005, Robson married fashion designer, Amanda Rodriguez, in her native Maui, Hawaii. Since then, the couple have united their creative talents and collaborated on numerous stage, television, and film projects. In November 2010, the couple welcomed their first child, son Koa. They live in Los Angeles.
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