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You did your Elvis dance to Faith at college-leaving do. Father Figure was on the Breakfast Show the morning you started work. You played Kissing a Fool on the first night in your own flat and I Knew You Were Waiting and Monkey while you wallpapered the back bedroom. There was Waiting For That Day when she moved in and Heal the Pain when she moved out. Cowboys and Angels is on tape you make for the car and if you've had a couple of drinks you can muster a pretty good version of Freedom, even if you say so yourself. You were off your face the night you disgraced yourself to Too Funky and Spinning the Wheel was left on your answerphone the night you were unfaithful. A caring soul sent you a copy of Older when a close friend died and You Have Been Loved still makes you cry. Probably always will.

"It feels good just to know that you are a small part of the soundtrack to people's lives," says the songsmith modestly as he waits for the kettle to boil in the kitchen of his North London home. For most of us the last decade has been a time of growing wiser and wider. For George Michael it's been 10 years spent making deeply memorable music and truly terrible tea. You first met over 10 years ago. Wham! was all over, you could say he was just out of short trousers. But now he's grown up and has some startling facial hair to prove it. His aunt thinks the beard makes him look like Jesus; others reckon he bares a closer resemblance to Satan. The truth, he chuckles getting busy with a brace of mugs, is probably somewhere in between. But George Michael isn't the man you think he is.

The first surprise is that he is neither in black and white or half shadow. He has an incisive, almost ruthless, intelligence and an unusually developed sense of self. But he laughs readily, swears like a Tourette's Syndrome trouper and enjoys nothing more than a self-deprecating joke. He is slighter and more finely featured than you imagined and as Woody Allen said, he has the most eyes you've ever seen. Everyone's got a bit of George Michael in them and I am no exception.

April 14 1988.

George is padding barefoot around a hotel suite in Amsterdam searching for a throat lozenge and talking more than he should. Last night, in full 'fairy biker' gear, he kick-started the European leg of his Faith tour. The performance was raunchily physical and the songs were astonishingly strong. They seemed to span thirty years of great songwriting - Faith's rockabilly pulse; the soul stylings of One More Try; the funky foundations of Everything She Wants and I Want Your Sex. Yet they were all written by George Michael .

"It's a fortunate position to be in," muses their author. "To be 24 years old and be presentable whilst still being able to write songs for a much older age group. Those two things have fought each other all the way." The tour seals George's fate as Britain's most successful solo artist but comes perilously close to breaking his spirit. "I genuinely thought, 'This is when it happens. This is when you lose it'" he recollects with a small shudder. "Do you know, I spent almost that entire year in sunglasses? I just couldn't make eye contact with strangers. I think I even went to bed in them."

November 9 1989.

In a West London studio surrounded by what Joan Didion described as 'the ominous blinking electronic circuitry with which musicians live so easily live', George is working on Listen Without Prejudice Vol. 1. "I was trying to get rid of what I'd done with Faith." he explains later. "I think stylistically, although the songs are really good, I'd wandered off my natural path. Also I was too concerned with criticisms of my earlier stuff and that lead me to make an album that I thought maybe rock critics would have a more sympathetic view of. So there were lots of acoustic guitars and much more natural instrumentation and I was trying to emulate certain things that were too white in origin for me to really be comfortable with. I can't truly express myself fully without some R&B influence and with Listen Without Prejudice I drifted away from the black elements of my music." Listening to him you'd have thought he had made a less than magnificent album.

August 6 1990.

We are sitting at a table in George's front room. The house is sparsely furnished and discreetly decorated. "In popstar terms," he says, "this is a hovel." We are surrounded by the paraphernalia of bachelor life. You have to move a pile of CDs to sit down. This time we're eating biscuits with our tea and George has an announcement to make: he doesn't want to deal with the trappings of superstar success anymore. No more videos, no more promotional activity. This will be his last interview for a long time. "The same thing that makes everybody look when I walk into a restaurant will actually keep fuelling my career," he predicts. "A fascination combined with a lack of availability." Then he shuts up. "I won't be talking again until I've got something to say," he insists. "I'm going to sort of disappear. I want to get my life into line." He's as good as his word. At 27, he all but withdraws from public life. Only Hippy, George's faithful Labrador, knows what his master is up to. But Hippy isn't talking either.

October 25 1991.

Backstage at Madison Square Garden, decked out in an electric blue jacket and dark glasses, George is preparing to wind up his cover to Cover tour with two concerts in New York. He is doing so by nibbling a breadstick and telling his sister Melanie and cousin Andreas a mildly dirty joke. They both call him by his childhood nickname, Yog. His joke is useless. On stage that night he sings Superstition, Back to Life and Fame ('takes you down where things are hollow') and a skeletal, haunting rendition of his own Everything She Wants. He is far from useless. After midnight George hosts a party in a seedy downtown disco. His father Jack Panos is holding court in the centre of the room while his son dances in the corner to some sleazy funk. "I think he's fantastic," beams Jack proudly. "But then I'm biased." Around two, George slips behind the decks, like he used to do as a teenager in his dad's restaurant, and plays Anita Ward, Dee-Lite and Stevie Wonder. It's a blurred and brilliant evening.

January 8 1996.

George breaks a six year studio silence with Jesus To A Child, a desolate chronicle of magic and loss. Half-whispered words of remembrance hover above the fragile instrumentation like heat shimmering on a runway. This is followed three months later by Fastlove. Which manages to be both searingly sexual and desperately lonely. It will prove to be particularly poignant. Fastlove heralds the arrival of Older, an album whose songs describe inconsolable personal pain and gradual redemption. One reviewer writes: "If you recognise a rare talent for fusing truth and beauty in mainstream pop music, then George Michael is still your man." Within five months Older has sold six million copies without its creator having appeared on one magazine cover or television show. "Taking myself away from all those things that were screwing me up really worked," he says. "Now the music is my driving force rather than the insecurities."

October 8 1996.

Standing in the wings of a BBC theatre, George is more nervous than he's ever been. He adjusts his cuffs and runs a finger beneath the neck of his shirt, a picture of wracked anxiety. Then he takes to the stage and sings his very soul out. His interpretation of I Can't Make You Love Me is devastatingly beautiful. One More Try is one of the best vocal performances you have ever heard. Ever. In keeping with the evening's cool ambience George perches on a stool, Sinatra-like, for much of the show. "I'm not of a mind to go out and shake my arse around anymore," he shrugs. That said, he can't resist the briefest of frugs when the backbeat of Star People hits his funky G-spot. Afterwards, he says: "When you're singing in those situations something totally different, something that is normally safely locked away in the very depths of my being takes over."

October 24 1996.

We're back at George's place, the kettles on again. He is in a reflective but positive mood. He takes a carton of milk from the fridge whose contents total a tub of taramasalata, half a bottle of wine and half a dozen cans of coke. The seat on his lavatory has snapped off but he doesn't seem unduly bothered. He says he has little interest in material concerns these days. "I mean, look at this house," he laughs. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out that this isn't a huge extravagance. I've got houses in LA and St Tropez too but the three houses combined would fit comfortably into the average rock star's house. I'm not saying that to prove how modestly I live but I don't have a very expensive lifestyle and I've sold a lot of records." He has, in fact, sold more albums than there are human beings in Britain, but his is unimportant. Matters of the soul are troubling him more these days.

"What's more important," he asks, "to have a long and healthy life or to enjoy every day as it happens? I wonder if I should spend so much time worrying about the future. There might not be a future." He lights a cigarette; you've never seen him smoke before. There is a funeral card on the shelf. "Certain things have happened," he says. We discussed sexuality. More specifically his sexuality. He makes me laugh out loud when, exasperated, he exclaims, "Anyway, who really cares whether I'm gay or straight? Do they think they've got a serious chance of shagging me or something?" After talking for three hours he offers you a lift home. In the car he talks knowledgeably about the London music scene, Ecstasy, the British government, hangovers, even Buddhism. And as we drive, he sings along to the songs on the radio and you keep thinking to yourself, God, he's got such a lovely voice. He sounds just like George Michael.

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Perfectly Flawless..absolutely flawless | Reviewer: eSther | 8/3/10

Thats George Michael...he has a seductive and a soothing voice...i loved the recent live in london tour...such a pure unblemished voice....his songs r based on his life...he doesnt care what people think of him and that i-dont-give-a-fuck attitude draws me more towards him...please make more music...u rock Georgio:-)

Kaniz | Reviewer: kaniz | 12/18/08

Simply the song "Last Christmas" is beautiful to hear. I like the lyric so much. It's a inspiring song for whom who lost his/her love to engage themselves again to find their partner forgetting all the socking moment. I simply heard the song when i feel i need someone in my life. Wish that if George Michael WITH ME when i feel lonely!!!!!

Amazing.. | Reviewer: Monica | 12/20/07

This is an AMAZING article. Who ever wrote this, you write so beautifully. Thanks so much for that. I am a HUGE fan of George and have read thousands of things. This is one of the few that I am actually going to hang on to....maybe hang on my fridge. Thanks again, you write like an angel =)

George Michael Live | Reviewer: Anonymous | 5/24/07

Last week I saw George Michael performing in his 25 Live Tour that started here in Portugal...It was unbelivable...amazing...wonderful...
To see George Michael live it's just unforgetable...his presence on stage...his voice...
I will never forget that wonderful night...
He is the doubt...

Why George still can't be beaten... | Reviewer: T. Cooper | 4/16/07

He shot to fame in Wham!, and the whole 'It's great being on the dole' thing was misunderstood, even by me. I thought, "What a prick - there are 3 million people on the dole in Thatcher's Britain, and this eejit is saying that it's cool.." Apparently, it was an early (and successful) attempt at causing some controversy to get attention. After all, it worked for Frankie Goes To Hollywood.

As for me, I thought that Andrew Ridgeley was surplus to requirements, while George's music and voice were catchy and fun. 'Bad Boys' was my favourite of the early Wham! singles, even though at that time, I went around saying, 'what a tosser..', I couldn't help liking that tune in particular. Wow - maybe his american delivery of rap in 'Young Guns' and 'Wham! Rap' had a little influence on my own rapping alter ego (RapsterTee)?

Then with the change of image that came with 'Wake Me Up Before You Go Go' everyone loved George. He's successfully softened his image and sound to something a little less macho, but still slightly cheesy. I thought, "God, what a poof!" but when I borrowed a friend's VHS (remember them?) video of the Wham promos, I saw 'Everything She Wants', which is to this day, one of the most impressive songs I've ever heard. 'I'm your Man' and the final 4 - Track EP featuring 'Battlestations' and 'Where Did Your Heart Go' was a tour de force.

Special mention here for the unmistakable 'Careless Whisper'. A massive, massive worldwide hit that probably has the royalties coming in by the bucketload to this day. When everyone saw the video, the girls wished that they were being passionately snogged in the bedroom scene, and the boys (the straight ones at least!) watched it like a Bond movie: "He's cool as hell, you have to admit it."

It soon became apparent that no other UK band could touch him. Boy George had had his day and resorted to slagging him off in the press, but it seems that Duran Duran, Paul Young, Spandau Ballet, Sting etc, all gave him the respect he deserved.

By the way, George himself states that he was for all intents and purposes, straight back then. In his 1997 autobiography 'Bare', he admits to sleeping with anything in a skirt - air hostesses, models, anything. Lucky bleeder.

I finally gave in and realised he was a top artist around that time. Just in time for 'Faith', which saw him buying into the USA image in a big way. Although he later said that he hated the entire falseness of that image and direction, there's no denying that his decision to market himself in that way was absolutely perfect.

The LP itself was a masterpiece, but with one or two flaws. In my humble opinion, a remix of 'Hard Day' by the great Shep Pettibone, shouldn't have been on there - it came across as a filler, when we know that George, being the prolific writer that he was, could've put another killer tune on there instead. And I never really liked 'Look At Your Hands', which was co-written by his schoolboy buddy David Austin.

but on the plus side - the other songs were solid gold:'Faith' was a slice of guitar sprinkled Americana which no doubt endeared him to a new audience of fans across the pond, and 'I Want Your Sex' - another controversial song and decision, served him up major awards and returns. That song was split up into three different parts on the album - 'Lust' (which became the single) ' Brass In Love', the trumpet led mid section, and finally 'A Last Request' - a cheeky method of getting someone into bed.

'Father Figure' was another perfect song. As on all his ballads, George can blend forcefulness and desire effortlessly. His voice, whether whispery or loud, is like th eprefetc medium to convey his emotional connection to the lyrics. Where Morrissey has sarcasm and depression (He's damn cool too, by the way), George's voice can drip with sadness or burn with passion in the blink of an eye. It simple oozes class and quality. Watch any of his live performances, and you'd be forgiven for thinking that he's lip-syncing to a studio recording.

'One More Try' and 'Kissing a Fool' were ballads of the highest calibre, while 'Monkey' needed a little boost in the form of a remix by Janet Jackson's producers, Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis to make it harder, funkier and the big hit it was.

George disappeared for a long time, recording-wise, after that, but as was always the case with Michael Jackson, the hype began to build, waiting for his return. And amid a publicity storm, we learned of George's new idea - to pull out of promoting himself in his interviews and videos (he's had a gutfull of it with the last album), and let the music speak for itself.

He dropped 'Listen Without Prejudice, Volume 1' - probably his finest album to date. But Volume two never surfaced, as his battle to break free from Sony music became more fierce. But he survived, escaped and got out the other side in relatively good condition.

I'm not going to go on discussing his music because it'd take far too long, but instead I'm going to focus on the man and the person behind the persona.

Image: From downright cheesy through to American Macho to the confident shiny suits of 2007's serious singer-songwriter, you can't deny that he looks good. In the old days when he dressed in white with day-glo gloves and highlights in his mullet, you have to remember that everyone looked like that in the '80's. He's the epitome of well-dressed.

Career: Despite his recent trouble with the police, and the previous 'toilet' incidents, you have to say that he's managed to retain his popularity somehow. Incidents like this would've totally ruined lesser artists, but he winks to the camera, apologises and comes across as so human and honest, that everyone seems to empathise and forgive him. Even when he makes a complete idiot of himself, he just admits it and carries on. He's a workaholic - handling every aspect of his career from writing to art direction, gigging and video - so what if he lets his playtime get out of control from time to time?

Sexuality: So he's been gay for years. But he seems to be one of the few gay artists that straight people love as much as ever. Since coming out, he hasn't let his image or writing fall into stereotypical 'look at me - I'm a big camp gay bloke!' territory. His disco records and ballads (see 'Patience') while dealing with gay issues and concerns, still seem to be meticulously assembled, and the result is never tacky. Even (in the case of 'Outside', with its toilet dance scene) if he tries to be. I seriously doubt he's ever lost a single fan since he came out.

Future: George reckons he's much happier now than he's ever been. His previous albums have been plagued by bereavements, loneliness, confusion and controversy, but have always sold by the shedload. Now in his 25th year of being one of the world's top music artists, George is happier, more settled (probably thanks to his partner, Kenny) and is open about his sexuality. He's touring and loving it - he recently said that he thought he'd never gig again, but thankfully he's embraced everything about who he once was and who he is now, and I want to predict that with all this positive stuff going on for him, his next album will probably be his greatest.

Unless of course, he needs sadness to create. It's worked in the past. I personally just wish he'd stop acting so self-destructively by getting caught in the press either stoned at the wheel, or having fun 'n' games with dubious punters in public places. Have all the fun you want, George, but keep it private, mate - don't let the tabloids rip your career to shreds.

He's a complete legend though. Whether you like his music or not, whether you're gay or straight, whether you're from Mars or Middlesbrough, you can't deny that George Michael is probably the biggest star on the planet, standing easily alongside Madonna, Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney. Gotta love the guy.

Careless Whisper | Reviewer: Frank | 4/3/07

I would have to say that "Careless Whisper" has to be simply the finest song George Michael has ever written and performed. Make the heart cry at the loss of a loved one and the pain that comes with it... All for a brief "fling"...!!!

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