I saw INXS in concert in San Jose, CA the day Kurt Cobain died, right before I turned 19. I have been a fan of Michael since Listen Like Thieves (the words “I” and “love” often preceded his name in my conversation). My friend Skye MacDonald from Sydney introduced me to their music, she claimed her father had been their manager at one time, and I was instantly hooked. Ten years later at that concert, Michael jumped into the pit in front of the stage and kissed me, in the middle of Mystify. It was quite innocent, really, but needless to say, I have never forgotten the moment my idol's lips met mine for one brief, shining moment. I'm certain he's kissed plenty of fans, but no matter. I was one of them. I loved him from afar, in a way only a fan of the man and the voice can. Lots of other girls know just what I mean. He was amazing. Decadent, dazzling. I miss knowing he's alive, hoping I may get the chance to kiss him again, slim as it might be. I was 22 when his death was announced, living in Atlanta, cooking dinner. I cried for a moment, aware that there are people he loved out there crying harder, sad and angry that he took his life from them, and not just himself. I am deeply sorry for the loss felt by those who loved him back. Thank you for the site, it is a treasure. Never let Miss Tiger Lily doubt how wonderful her father was in the eyes of so many.