It's not an obsession, honest.
I noticed NyCinephile this morning on Twitter remarking about my preoccupation with George Michael as of late. I laughed out loud when I read it. I wondered last night as Patience appeared on my last.fm AGAIN if anyone would notice. I almost felt embarrassed.
But you know me. I love a good storyteller. Especially an authentic, deeply honest one. I think George does that on his album. He is who he is, as the Amazon review mentioned, "love him or loathe him."
He's a muller. He wades through his personal demons a little longer than most...and perhaps he's a bit of a diva...but hell if I'm going to judge him for that. Whatever he's feeling, he feels deeply and he has the gift to be able to express it with a voice that still surprises me with its warmth and richness. You go on George. (Since he has a house in Dallas, I wonder if this expression of love will get me invited to dinner. George: I love fish and poultry. I'm not fussy, and I'll bring a NICE bottle of wine, I promise)
My songs for the day, "Round Here" and "My Mother Had A Brother." Take a listen if you like. And yes, I wake everyday to "Amazing." It's my anthem and I grin madly every time I play it. I am unashamed of my foolishness. I think we're all amazing. There. I said it.
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Every time I head toward a public restroom (as rarely as possible), instead of saying "I have to use the restroom", I say "I'm gonna go get George Michael's autograph."
He can never atone for the atrocity that was Wham.
I have no choice but to have a small affinity to George. My uncle, whom I loved very much, looked a little like him (he looked even better then him, actually) and I remember hearing Wham often over his stereo.