He was my first crush.
My first concert.
I loved George. I will always love George.
His music, beginning with the WHAM days, was just pure fun, happy, poppy kind of stuff. Music that made my heart beat, my soul sing… at a time when my World was anything but happy or fun. 1982-1983ish. White boys rapping? Are you kidding me? But I loved it. I loved every moment of it.
I can’t stop tearing. When George did that duet with Aretha Franklin, he was then legitimized to the World. His faithful always knew he had chops. But this milestone marked the beginning of his trek to stardom…for good and bad. Faith.
I listen to George all the time. Still. I work-out to his music regularly, daily. I get newsletters from his website… he tweets and emails his “lovelies” – and yes, UN-apologetically, I’m one of those.
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