You take this love………….

If you were not a fan he converted you.Made you feel like the only person in the room.I saw grown men float away after 5 minuites with him.He made me feel that my dream was worth somthing ,he was one of the 1st people that I ever outlined the vision that I am living now.He gave me an injection of “Kick Ass ” that has served me to this day….

I owe him so much.

I want someone to fix this feeling and to tell me that its all one big joke.This is not the way that the story goes Man.This has got nothing to do with anything.I know that I am not the only one with a broken heart tonite.I am at the studio.I need to be near this.

I woke up today to our landlady buzzing round.Felt like shit,brewed tea, imagined a ciggerette and fell over in front of the TV.I got the second half of the newsfash.I have spent alot of time making weird noises.I hope to be making a living out of it sooner rather than later.I heard this mad keening noise and later realized that it was Me.No one was home.I screamed untill I didnt.

My tears froze on my face.

It was the summer of 96′ and I had just landed back in Sydney after LA again.I was so ready for somthing.I had been out in California singing songs about evil veins and tired hookers….Knowing that I was onto somthing but needing it to be somewhere else.Somewhere bigger..Living in a one bedroom walkup in Glebe and working all the long nights.I was rolling through the red lights keeping my nose clean when the barman said to Me

“Hey look! There is a band over there” He coughed and contiued “They look like your kind of people”

Sitting at a back table was Bobby,Vinnie and Dime.I could not belive it.I did the 1st thing that came to mind.A round of whiskey shots and a prayer and I was there. Introductions and thanks.

“Your not drinkin’ Michele?” Asked Dime after he got Me into the seat next to him.Now these boys were drinking and so was everyone around them.Hard.Dime loved it,loved people who could keep up…..

“Nah,Ive been on the wagon for a while now but I will be sure to let you know if the wheels ever fall off”

He laughed his ass off and then ordered Me one of everything that the bar had with no booze in it.No shit.One of everything.That is the kind of person that commands loyalty.I lauhed my ass off as drink after drink arrived.A perfect southern gentleman.

He told everyone to leave me alone and not give me any shit.

On the way back to the hotel we climbed the big copper statue outside the cop station and beat on it till the pigs came out.He talked his way out of that one as well.

Put me in a cab loaded with passes and tickets.

And told Me that I had to do this.

This is really hard for me to write this as I am sure it is hard for everyone who was ever touched by anything this great man ever did.Thank you all for the emails.This is shit writing at its finest.

Just know that I,like you, am and always will be a fan and that I am out on the wire with you tonight.

I know how lucky I was to have shared even the smallest amount of my life with Him.To see the gift that he gave up close with no ego.The way that he shared his lifetime.I would not be the person that I am or doing what I am doing with out that chance I was given.

The friends I made on that tour are still with Me today and I send all of My condolances out to Gooch,Bobby,Arron,the Cat and all the crew .And to The Abbott family.I am so fucking sorry.

You Sikfuks know all of this but I want you to know that I am with you on it.

I cant do this right now.
Stay strong.
SF4L
Michele