Tonight, BBC Two airs a new film about Michael Hutchence三级成人视频 called Mystify. It’s quite an appropriate title - as well as being an INXS song - because when I think of him, I think, "Well, what was that all about?!"
Apparently the film is "a truly unique portrayal of Michael’s life and career, reminding us of the genius that he was" which will raise a few eyebrows from the sizeable contingent who consider him to have been an adequate Jim Morrison impersonator who died before his time in a hotel room. It’s hardly the stuff legends are made of.
三级成人视频However much you fancied him - and there’s no doubt that he was gorgeous - it’s hard to think of him up there in the Premier League of rock and roll heaven where "You know they’ve got a hell of a band!" as the old song goes.
Keith Moon on drums, James "Motown" Jamerson on bass, Prince playing lead guitar and shooting evils at Kurt Cobain, who would be chief warbler when Jim’s the worst for wear - and Janis Joplin making the tea, of course. Where exactly would Hutchence fit amongst this stellar company: bag-carrier, dealer, Morrison’s lighting stand-in?
We’re promised "a journey into the heart and soul of a complex and shy man who spent much of his life in the public eye, rarely revealing his true self to anyone except his very close friends". There are interviews with his mother, his brother and the inevitable Bono, as well as ex-girlfriends Kylie Minogue and Helena Christiansen.
But it doesn’t feature Bob Geldof - because when we think of Michael Hutchence, we then think of Paula Yates, whose explosive affair with him sent her union with The World’s Foremost Living Saint up the Swanee. They go together like JD and coke, Laurel and Hardy and John Kennedy and Lee Harvey Oswald; flagrantly hedonistic, inherently comic and largely responsible for each other's deaths.
I三级成人视频 met Paula when we were both 17; we loathed each other from the start. I came back to my desk at the New Musical Express one afternoon, and she was sitting on it, legs wide apart, no knickers, screeching at the top of her voice about sex. I may have been dressed head-to-toe in skintight leather but I was a rather judgmental youngster, and boy, did I ever judge!
三级成人视频I’ve read that Paula was a part of the London punk scene but that wasn't true. She envied me my cred; I envied her confidence. Our last point of contact was when a mutual friend tried to make peace, and she spat at him, "Don't talk about that woman to me, because it's like talking to the Jews about Hitler" - a remark, it must be said, that in its sheer self-importance and tastelessness was typical of Paula.
三级成人视频A decent writer when she could be bothered, she neglected her craft in favour of frocks and famous men and expected to have an easy ride through life because she was blonde and fluffy. A smart woman, why didn't she realise that being blonde and fluffy is no basis on which to build a life, and that Baby Doll turns to Baby Jane if held a beat too long?
B三级成人视频ut Geldof was never the saint the media portrayed him as post-Live Aid. Bullied at school for the extremely niche crime of having Zenon as a middle name, he had enough chips on his shoulders to feed the 5,000.
Though his sterling work to alleviate African famine was unquestionably a wonderful thing, losing the limelight did not bring out the best in him.
A三级成人视频fter appearing in a 2002 ad opposing the Euro and two years later calling the EU’s response to the Ethiopian famine "pathetic" he - like a lot of superannuated showbiz scallywags - was re-born as a foam-flecked Remoaner.
Of all the visuals which demonstrated the gap between the smug London elite and the angry hoi polloi, none have been as striking - and repulsive - as Geldof and his cronies on a boat in the Thames, mocking a flotilla of impoverished fishermen while blasting out the old song The In Crowd.
A man this bombastic in public was going to be even worse in private; who can blame Paula Yates for falling for the laid-back pleasure-seeking love-rocket from down under?
“The good, sensible thing to do is to be completely drunk, take drugs and have sex all day,” Hutchence once said. To a teetotal, drug-free mother of three who referred to her husband as “the most controlling person I know” he must have seemed like a breath of fresh laughing gas.
Always a flirt, she threw caution and clothing to the wind and embarked in pursuit of Hutchence as fervently as she had once chased Geldof, whose bandmates christened her The Limpet.
Due to her own fractured childhood, it seems likely that she settled down too early, seeking to recreate a family,and lived to regret it - we can see this in the names of her books. Starting with Rock Stars In Their Underpants and Sex With Paula Yates they are followed by a triumvirate of books about parenting - The Fun Starts Here, The Fun Don't Stop: Loads of Rip-roaring Activities for You and Your Toddler, And the Fun Goes On: A Practical Guide to Playing and Learning with Your Pre-school Child.
三级成人视频There’s something the-lady-doth-protest-too-much about these later titles. With this baggage, when she bagged Hutchence she was keen to show him that she was so wild that he wouldn’t miss having a world-class beauty, a Kylie or a Christiansen, on his arm - and for a while she appeared to succeed.
B三级成人视频ut the pressure of a tabloid press in full fumage proved too much for either of their delicate egos to bear and he would take his own life in 1997, with her death from an accidental overdose following three years later. Reading some of the hysterical broadsheet pieces published after her death, you’d have thought it was Princess Diana all over again.
Yes, she had become a tabloid whipping post, but I have little compassion for attention-seekers who are also "fragile" - make your mind up! You can’t constantly seek attention from we media madmen (even the discovery三级成人视频 of them leaving a hotel was believed to have followed a tip-off from Yates, who wanted the affair to go public and thus see off Christiansen, and indeed she seemed completely self-possessed as Hutchence lashed out at paparazzi) and then boo-hoo about it.
As in so many love affairs, it was a case of mistaken identity; he mistook her for a wild partner-in-crime when she was really a scared little girl desperate for some coat-tails to cling to. And she mistook him for an unbridled sex machine when he was really a tormented man haunted by self doubt.
At least Hutchence still has his fans, whereas Paula’s reputation has not thrived. At school they warn you about drink and drugs - but they never warn you about the perils of being a plus-one, addicted to fame by association.
三级成人视频Paula’s identity was so bound up in being the rock star’s hot chick that had she lived, it’s likely she’d still be attempting it today, at the age of 60, as she was still chasing the likes of Liam Gallagher shortly before she died. She and Hutchence were two similarly shopworn souls, born on opposite ends of the earth, finding each other, loving each other and being the ruin of each other.
With distance, their doomed love affair possesses if not dignity, then a strange kind of sweet sorrow which almost seems the same.