I remember that morning, 13 years ago, reading a small memorial in the bottom corner of the cover of the local paper's entertainment section. Reading it, I was rather mad that the writer of the memorial went as far as calling the four megahits from Kick as catchy but forgettable songs. This left as bad a taste in my mouth as Michael's passing left a hole in my soul. Even though I've been a Southern Ontario boy my whole life and did not get a chance to see INXS on the Elegantly Wasted tour, I cannot remember a time when Michael and the gang's music hasn't held a strong hold on me. The hole is gone, it is filled with the good memories that his music has blessed my life with. To this very day, I am inspired to create a world with the kind of verve, swagger, empathy and sexiness that Michael displayed every time the cameras rolled, or the mics were turned. For a man I never met, I still am moved by the view of life Michael expressed every time I pressed play.