When I was 14 years old I couldn’t get “Everything She Wants” out of my head. For days. Maybe weeks. I owned (and liked) the hit album “Faith,” but it was “Listen Without Prejudice” that blew me away. It remains one of my favorite albums, and one of my wife’s, too.
It’s good to know, in the wake of the death of George Michael, that we weren’t alone in that feeling. Here’s a wonderful essay by Joe Posnanski on what music says about us when we’re young and how he came to love “Listen Without Prejudice” as much as I did, despite the fact that it wasn’t cool to do so.
Also worth reading: A bittersweet essay by John August about the deaths of famous people and how their work lives on.