I remember exactly where I was on this date in 1997. I was driving down a very specific block of our city, going North, and the Sun was bright and beautiful and I had the windows down. Typical for the days around my birthday, actually.
I had the radio on and learned that Michael Hutchence had killed himself. Their CD Elegantly Wasted was new enough that Marcy and I didn't have it. We didn't get it. I couldn't listen to him.
For me, Michael Hutchence is one of those unique, brilliant singers who comes along very rarely. He was constantly pushing himself, daring with his voice.
Just recently, as I dance through my life now, I realized I could hear him again and not identify with the despair of him. I could just dance and appreciate what he was trying to do.
So in honor of him today, a selection from that last CD, a CD that is over 10 years old and sounds brand new -- a CD, I think, that was ahead of itself.
One of the most emotional performances I have ever viewed:
Something much more lighthearted right here.
A video that I could never watch enough times, especially starting at minute 3:22 (when the Japanese drummers come in).
And a classic that they did at every single concert (a montage of many concerts):