So, I'm 27 at the time and I had taken a three hour drive to pick up my sister at Penn State the night before. It was a fun evening, that night before, as we got looped and hung 'til the wee hours with a very popular cover band from Philly that had played a rather large gig on campus that evening. I slept on the top bunk of Megan's (my sister) bed that night. I hadn't slept in a buk bed for years. That combined with the numerous beers I had that evening led to a rather loud, crashing fall from grace in the middle of the night. On the way down I hit the left side (temple) of my head on the corner of her roomate's bureau. I also landed very hard on my shoulder. Megan said all I did was sort of groan and stayed on the floor.....for the rest of the night. Basically, it was yet another extremely hilarious moment which I continue to share with my sister to this day along with many others both past and present. So i wake up and one of the first things her roomate tells me is that Michael Hutchence committed suicide. I must say I was pretty stunned, as I had just seen my sixthe INXS show just a couple short months earlier at The Tower Theater in Phila. Anyway, I needed to get home because you see, I sing too and had an outdoor “polar bear party” gig scheduled that night in which we were to do about ten tunes in Wilmington, Delaware. The gig went well and I had Hutchence on my mind the whole time. I couldn't get it out of my head. It's guys like him, Bono, and Robert Smith who inspired me to sing my heart out in the first place. These guys are the “home team”, man. At the end of the evening after the headliner I went home again pretty soused. I called a friend and started to try to explain my sadness. It didn't really flow, though, and the conversation was over quickly. I decided it would be best if I dealt with it alone. So, I just sat in my chair and cried. Haven't told anyone 'til now, and never will tell anyone again. Weird stuff.