Michael Hutchence

This Sunday I am sitting on the couch listening to Inxs in my pink-framed sunglasses, somehow having forgotten that brand of perfection that is Michael Hutchence's voice. 

I watched him sweep into a high-ceilinged hotel lobby right in front of me once in Vegas, at that tender age where my breasts and libido were developing in tandem, Michael 

carrying only a loose, free, confident (not arrogant) energy into that hotel lobby, circa the 1990s, intoning today via speakers: I'll take you I'll take you where you want to be