"Beautiful Girl"
Nov. 20th, 2010 03:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sechan19I'm sitting in a coffee shop at present, hard at work so that I can have time to devote to my dad when he arrives tomorrow for Thanksgiving vacation. The coffee shop has been steadily playing songs for me... ranging from The Cure and Echo and the Bunnymen back to Men at Work and KaTe Bush. They just put on INXS's "Beautiful Girl."
The very first celebrity I ever had a crush on was Michael Hutchence. I was eight or nine when the album Kick came out, and I thought he had the most beautiful hair.
I saw INXS twice in concert, the second time at The Warfield in San Francisco in 1997. The Warfield is a tiny venue, and my mother, my best friend Nomi, and I were pretty close down to the stage in the general admission. At one point, Michael Hutchence leaned out into the crowd, reached out, took my hand, and sang to me.
I was deeply in love with Trent Reznor at the time, of course - my old puppy love for Michael Hutchence long since vanished away - but I was wise enough to understand the eight-or-nine-year-old part of myself that was sent into seventh heaven at the moment and to be glad that a childhood wish (minor and fleeting though it had been) was granted that night.
Michael Hutchence committed suicide a few months later, after the tour had ended, and I was devastated by his death in that quiet, though deeply personal, fashion of fandom.
It was lovely to hear one of his best compositions on the coffee shop radio just now and to relive that long ago evening and its wonder.
The very first celebrity I ever had a crush on was Michael Hutchence. I was eight or nine when the album Kick came out, and I thought he had the most beautiful hair.
I saw INXS twice in concert, the second time at The Warfield in San Francisco in 1997. The Warfield is a tiny venue, and my mother, my best friend Nomi, and I were pretty close down to the stage in the general admission. At one point, Michael Hutchence leaned out into the crowd, reached out, took my hand, and sang to me.
I was deeply in love with Trent Reznor at the time, of course - my old puppy love for Michael Hutchence long since vanished away - but I was wise enough to understand the eight-or-nine-year-old part of myself that was sent into seventh heaven at the moment and to be glad that a childhood wish (minor and fleeting though it had been) was granted that night.
Michael Hutchence committed suicide a few months later, after the tour had ended, and I was devastated by his death in that quiet, though deeply personal, fashion of fandom.
It was lovely to hear one of his best compositions on the coffee shop radio just now and to relive that long ago evening and its wonder.
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Date: 2010-11-20 09:42 pm (UTC)Michael Hutchence
Date: 2010-11-22 12:23 am (UTC)