About George Michael

When I was something around ten years, we got a big stereo system, the kind that everyone wanted in the golden age of everything, the 80’s. Along with it came a selection of cd’s, because hey, cd’s were breaking in here in Finland at that time, so they wanted to sell cd players and you know the drill. One of those albums was Wham’s greatest hits or something, I can’t remember for the life of me what album it was or if it indeed was some compilation unknown to mankind in anywhere else except Finland. I’m guessing my sister has the album still? Probably, can’t see my dad having it. Mom maybe. Hmm. But I digress.

I was in that point of my life that I loved cartoons (and Miles Davis, but let’s not get into that) more than pop music. But in that album was a song I liked, The Edge of Heaven. It’s possibly the only Wham! song I can listen to without having to grind my teeth in agony (yes, people, this includes Careless Whisper and Last Christmas too, i do not like either of them). I remember liking that one, but not much else on that album.

Then I got a little older and we got MTV (which was still a proper music channel, pay attention kids, this was true for several years in the 90’s). I heard Faith, but I wasn’t much into it. Instead, Father Figure was an excellent song that gave me proper chills right from the start, even if I was a wee nipper, sorta. I truly learned to value that song when I was about 13 or maybe 14, when the Puberty™ hit and I started to write shit. Particularly I loved -and still love with all my heart- is the bridge bit or C-part, whatever you want to call it, the one where it goes “If you are the desert – I’ll be the sea, if you ever hunger – hunger for me, whatever you ask for that’s what I’ll be. So when you remember the ones who have lied, who said that they cared but then laughed as you cried, beautiful darling, don’t think of me because all I ever wanted, it’s in your eyes baby, baby and love can’t lie, no. Greet me with the eyes of a child. My love is always telling me so. Heaven is a kiss and a smile.” That bit. My word. It’s brilliant, marvellous, everything.

I thought for the longest time my favourite album of George’s was the next one, Listen Without Prejudice Pt. 1, mostly because I listened (and watched, holy shit but was that video amazing all those beautiful women damn the 90’s was the shit) to Freedom and Praying for Time way too much. Turns out, I’ve found this out later on, maybe as late as on the dreadful day of December 25th of the last (bugger of a ) year, 2016, when George died and everyone and their budgies started posting videos on Facebook, that indeed my favourite album all in all is Older.

Older, mate, that album. There are so many good songs. I remember the MTV EMA’s of ’96, Star People and that motherfucking mirrorball clown car. That was the suavest shit I’d ever laid my eyes upon, and this coming from a person who’d seen every goddamn episode of Miami Vice. Fastlove? That was basically my life at that time, all for fast love, me. It just hit home so fucking hard it’s not even funny. Then there is Jesus to a Child, so chillingly beautiful I suspect I can never listen to it without breaking apart a little, I mean have you fucking heard it? The lyrics? Strangest Thing, the song that has such an unreal vibe to it. Spinning the Wheel… Oh man. I could go on for probably about a decade.

I’ve also liked his later works, Outside and I sort of think I’m the only one on planet Earth that actually likes Freeek!. The latest song of his I’ve found exceptional, was White Light.

So, I was never the biggest fan and I probably wouldn’t recognize a lot of his songs from the get go (surely after he starts singing), but I was a casual fan, who appreciated his music a lot. I’m very sorry that he had to suffer depression and I do think it might have been what ultimately caused his untimely death.

George, I will miss you dearly.

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