Guestbook

Thank you, Mr. Hutchence, for creating this beautiful place where we can come & still enjoy the magnificence of Michael!
From the second that I discovered INXS, I just couldn't get enough. The music, the videos on MTV, I was in Heaven! I was blessed to be able to see them live, 24 Aug. 1988 in Roanoke, VA. I left the concert with binocular circles around my eyes! Seeing Michael live is one of the BEST days of my life! I still have the tour shirt & I treasure it! We will see you again! 🎶 ❤

Thank you for all you do to keep Michael’s fans close. My 8 year old daughter now knows the words to many of my favorite INXS songs, and I couldn’t be happier. Michael is a legend, and the short time her was here on earth, he shaped and continues to shape people of all walks of life.
What an absolute blessing to be able to hear his words.
Thank you!

What a beautiful Tribute Site for Michael! Such a talented man he was! He had a magical presence about him! An amazing songwriter, a poet of music. A lover of art. 💜 He has a beautiful voice, he is a “Shining Star” in the skies above us.
God Bless!

Such beautiful memories of seeing him at Irving Plaza NYC just 6 months before his passing. Incredible show with my best friend by my side. Now they are both on the other side and Billy is enjoying Michael's singing . I miss you both my loves.

Your memory still burn brightly Michael, your legacy is still very much alive. Your truly unique voice is eternally relevant. I cannot express the feeling of loss that hits me every time I play your music - 22 years after your loss. Thank you for sharing your talent with the world. May you forever rest in peace. God bless you and your family

First I must say a very a sincere "Thank you" Kelland for creating this site for so many reasons. After all this time, I along with millions of others, still have yet to complete the grieving process in Micheals case. His passing has left a significant emptiness in our hearts and souls, that is hard to put into words. It is best to focus on how fortunate we all are to have been graced by his existence for the time that we did. We are all actually just visiting this planet we call "home". Our actual "home" is on the other side as many spiritualist refer to it as. Michael hasn't died, but simply gone home. Thanks big sis Julie S. for exposing us to this most unique individual, and his incredible band, that influenced us in such a profound way.

Michael was best frontman, INXS greatest band, and great music. Aside this, bet the best people. This will live forever. What a gift they gave all of us. Thank you.

Growing up behind the Iron Curtain I missed a lot on the 80's live music . Around 97 was in seventh heaven when the news of INXS finally possibly playing a gig here started to appear ... it never materialized. Still remember that ugly, gloomy, cold November day so well ....

I remember seeing a guy wearing a rock t-shirt with INXS on it in school and thought..who is that band? Obviously no internet in the 80s so my resource was the radio and Friday night videos on broadcast TV - no MTV ... After hearing the band's music I was an instant fan! Thank you for the some of the greatest music ever produced.

I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart...

I was a teenager in the 80's and I grew up listening to his music
Never forgotten

Death of a young person is so Tragic. And yet What is Death but a Change of Worlds.

Dear Michael,

It's been a long time since I've visited. I need to drop by more often. This is a precious place, here in this corner of the Internet. It's almost like sitting in a cloud, far off from everything else. A place of peace and refuge, while the world spins in chaos all around it.

It's still such a tragedy that your life ended the way it did, but in a way, I'm glad you're not here to see what has become of this place we inhabit, because I know your heart would be broken and your soul would be very, very heavy with grief.

And that's all we do. We inhabit this sphere, held in place by gravity, orbiting a sun, in a solar system, in a galaxy, in one corner of the universe. But we don't live here. We don't take care of this place. We do not treat it as our home. We don't even live authentic lives anymore.

We don't even take care of each other. We are divided into factions, each side blaming the other for all the problems, being absolutely hateful and sometimes violent, when someone says something that another person doesn't agree with. Governments all over the world are becoming tyrannical in the name of democracy. It's a frightening time.

You knew all of this would happen when you penned the line "Watch the World Argue". But in The Stairs you gave us hope. You were, are, and always will be, an old soul. We need your words now, more than ever.

I don't know if those of us who were there from the beginning can pass on the magic of what you gave us to future generations, but we are trying. We are trying to inspire a new generation with your music. We are trying to tell your story. You mattered then, you matter now, and you will always matter. We remember, so we never forget.

Our lives go on. We have changed. We have grown up. We hope we are better people than we once were. We went in different directions. Some of us still stay in touch after all this time, and for those of us who don't - well, our paths do cross occasionally , because we are bound together by you. We always will be. It's pretty amazing.

I suppose someone from the outside looking in might think we are obsessed, but we know better, and you know better; so let them think what they will. We know how it was when you looked a person in the eye, you made them feel like they were the only person in the room. We are just a group of people who were profoundly affected by your life and death because of our own special sets of circumstances, and we went through it, together.

I hope you are finding the peace you were so desperate for in this life. I know I have, and I am grateful. I never thought it could happen. I will honor you always, by continuing to help you find your place in this world, so others can heal and be inspired by the life you lived, even though you are no longer with us, and have gone onto the next world, wherever that may be.

For some reason I always imagine you sitting in a tree, just observing everything. I don't know why. But I find comfort in it.

Until next time,
Deirdre