George Michael: An Exclusive Interview

Club Tropica is closed, and its shutters are rusting. In the 1980s, George Michael captured a hedonistic moment and a hedonistic decade when he sang about a Club where "drinks are free,/ Fun and sunshine - there's enough for everyone." But today the Wham! poster boy - all silk shorts, olive skin and gleaming teeth - is dead, buried beneath his old hang-out. I am sitting with a melancholic fortysomething George Michael, and it is hard to glimpse the boy in the man. He wipes something wet from his eye and says, "This is the first time in a long time I don't fear the future." He is telling me a strange story about standing at the top of the world - a story where he walks on stage before a billion people and privately panics, "I am becoming one of the biggest stars in the world - and I think I might be a poof. This cannot end well." So who killed Wham's wonderboy? Who dug his glittering grave?

This story begins in Edgware, one of the most middling chunks of Middle England, forty-five years ago. Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou was born to conservative Cypriots who rose from seven-children-to-a-room refugee camps to restaurant-owning in English suburbia. In their battle to drag themselves up from poverty, the family lived above a launderette and worked "constantly. Work was their religion," he says. In George's memory, his parents were "just constantly exhausted. They were both working so hard to get us where they wanted us to but that made them authoritarian." It was a chilly home where "I was never praised, never held. So it was not exactly the Little House on the Prairie. It really wasn't."

He leans forward on the virgin-white sofa in his Highgate office and teases open his childhood scars. "It's only when the kids are in their late twenties that families really face up to what they are. You've gone out into the world - you've probably got a family of your own - and you're finally in a position to look back and see if your own family was normal. I suppose enough of the damage your parents have done to you has left you by then too. It was at that age I realised how dysfunctional my childhood was."

His mother toiled 24/7 at two kids and three jobs, and George remembers her searing, bitter hatred at having to work in a chip shop because "she was obsessively clean and she could never get the smell of fish out of her hair or off her skin, no matter how hard she scrubbed." But it was George's father who became the focus of his adolescent angst. Jack Panos believed his son's dream of being a singer-songwriter was a preposterous delusion, the effete indulgence of a British-born boy who hadn't tasted hard Cypriot work. Besides, he said, the boy can't sing. He's got no talent. "But you know, a lot of people with a childhood like that turn it to their advantage," George says. "The fact I had my father as an adversary was such a powerful tool to work with. I subconsciously fought him to the degree that I drove me to be one of the most successful musician in the world." So he battled his father all the way to New York City, a Platinum Album and a duet with Aretha Franklin? "Exactly. It's a good coincidence, in a way, to have both musical ability and a lack of self-belief, a kind of damage, that drives you on like an insane person." Oedipus, Schmoedipus - what's it matter so long as a boy loves his Grammy?

He is quick to qualify this ossified adolescent rage. He admires the "heroic hard work my dad put in, to rise us up from living seven-in-a-room - which he was back in Cyprus - to having a good standard of living". And he insists - with a pallid smile - "I understand my dad was trying to protect me from what he saw as a false dream." He pauses, picks anxiously at his trousers, and adds: "But he did too good a job of it." Even when George became one of the most famous people in the world, it was never enough: Jack Panos was always there in his mind, saying it was all rubbish, rubbish, rubbish.

Sure, the relationship with his flesh-and-blood father healed, treated with the medicines of Undeniable Success and Unimaginable Wealth. "My father's position with me is so mellow now, because ultimately he is pretty much overwhelmed by the power that I have managed to get for myself. He has been really respectful to me for a long time, and I think quite remorseful about the way he was with me when I was younger," he says. But with every self-lacerating comment he makes - and there are plenty in this interview - I wonder if I am hearing an angry, knackered father of thirty years ago. So did Jack Panos create George Michael, only to leave a time-bomb of neurosis that killed him in the end?

By the time he was 21, George had whammed his way to wealth beyond the crudest fantasies of a Cypriot restaurant-owner. With his childhood best friend Andrew Ridgeley, he entered a period that he remembers now as littered with screaming girls, fluorescent pink posing-pouches, and unimaginably white teeth. But it was in the heat and pressure and fire of Wham! that a fictitious George Michael - the strutting persona we remember and mourn - was smelted. He once said: "I created a man - in the image of a great friend - that the world could love if they chose to, someone who could realise my dreams and make me a star. I called him George Michael, and for almost a decade, he worked his arse off for me, and did as he was told. He was very good at his job, perhaps a little too good."

And the glitter and the Grammys went to this fictious George Michael, a fabulous creature who he imagined had nothing to do with the meek, weak boy from Edgware. This alter ego did all the things an uber-pop star should: he had sex with four groupies a night, he adopted a hard-slang accent and spoke an octave lower than the "hideous adolescent" whose body he occupied, and he partied like it was a profession.

But the fleshy, messy links between Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou and George Michael would not go away. Georigios was slowly realising that behind the virile heterosexual hologram, there was a gay man pickled in confusion. "My depression at the end of Wham! was because I was beginning to realise I was gay, not bi," he says, rubbing his facial hair with his palm. He speaks out his inner life in a fast, therapized blur, checking often to make sure you have understood his point and asking if you agree. "I felt cornered by my own ambition. I didn't have the self-control to restrain my ego, but I knew it was leading me further and further towards an explosive end. I was becoming absolutely massively popular as a heterosexual male. It hadn't occurred to me, when I went solo, that I would get a whole new generation of 13 year old girls [as fans] from 'Faith', but it happened. And in here..." - he touches his chest with a clenched fist - "in here, I was gay."

So Wham! split, Andrew Ridgeley retreated to Cornwall for a life of eternal surfing, and George Michael took his Icarus-flight too close to the sun. In 1990 Forbes Magazine named the top three entertainment industry earners of the year. George was at the top, alongside Michael Jackson and Mike Tyson. The casualty rate in the straosphere is stratospheric - and George could feel his engine stuttering and his wings burning away. "It takes so much strength to say to your ego - 'You know what - you're going to keep me lonely, so I have to ignore you.' I realised those things my ego needed - fame and success - were going to make me terribly unhappy. So I wrenched myself away from that. I had to. I had to walk away from America, and say goodbye to the biggest part of my career, because I knew otherwise my demons would get the better of me."

He says now this was "a very American form of blasphemy" - to achieve success and choose to reject it. "They were like - you are making a hundred million dollars, people love you - how can you quit?" he says. Ol' Blue Eyes Frank Sinatra even wrote a letter to George telling him he was breaking the rules of the Trade Union of Easy-Listening Mega-Stars, and he should "cheer up" and "quit whining". "But I knew," he continues, "that to develop as a gay adult - which I had never really been - I had to do it."

But letting the air seep out of his American Dream led George to his first flaming moment of happiness. In a concert in Brazil one night, he spotted "a really cute guy" in the crowd, and "he was so distracting I actually avoided that end of the stage." But afterwards Anselmo Felleppa, the Brazillian dress-designer face-from-the-crowd, came to George's dressing room - and changed his life. "It's very hard to be proud of your sexuality when it hasn't given you any joy," he says, "but once you have found somebody you really love... it's not so tough." Anselmo "broke down my Victorian restraint, and really showed me how to live, how to relax, how to enjoy life." It was his first slow, tender sexual relationship with a man, he explains: "I was shagging around but I had so little experience with men that my sex life was so ridiculously inadequate for me, right until I met Anselmo really." But it was more than that: "He was the first person I had ever loved, and I discovered he loved me too." Even now, there is a hint of quiet incredulity in his voice.

But then - six months into their relationship - Anselmo discovered his blood was infected with the HIV virus. The sour grief that gripped George gave him - he winces at the irony - one of the best performances of his career, when he played the Freddy Mercury Tribute Concert as Anselmo began to die. "Can you try to imagine being any lonelier than that?" he asks. "Try to imagine that you fought with own sexuality to the point that you've lost half of your twenties. And you've finally found a real love, and six months in it's devastated. In 1991 it was really terrifying news. I thought I could have the disease too. I couldn't go through it with my family because I didn't know how to share it with them - they didn't even know I was gay. I couldn't tell my closest friends, because Anselmo didn't want me to. So I'm standing on stage, paying tribute to one of my childhood idols who died of that disease... the isolation was just crazy."

The day after Anselmo's brain haemorrhaged away, a stricken, incoherent George finally told his parents he was gay. "They didn't even know he existed. The thing that really killed my mum was the idea that I had gone through that without anybody," he says. While George's life had always been shot through with depression - "it runs in my family, I'm sure it's genetic" - it was only now, in the early 1990s, that he descended into "a deep black hole" he thought he would never escape. He made the classic depressive's mistake of trying to warm himself with cannabis and ecstasy. His mother's sudden death from cancer floored him, and "it got to a point where I was smoking 25 joints a day".

Through the haze of cannabis smoke, he spotted an unlikely light: Diana Spencer, the future-and-never Queen of England. "I was invited to the Palace many, many times before I actually met with her because I was so afraid of the publicity if we did become friends," he says, discussing their relationship publicly for the first time. "And when we did meet, I think we clicked in way that was a little bit intangible, and it probably had probably more to do with our up bringing than anything else. She was very like a lot of women that have been attracted to me in my life because they see something non-threatening. Maybe because I take care of my sisters and I'm so protective of my sisters, women seem to smell that. So women who had a hard time growing up or feel that they were not... you know... when I was still sleeping with women my God it was absolutely all of the time."

But this was not just a platonic friendship. "There were certain things that happened that made it clear she was very attracted to me. There was no question," he says quickly, almost absently. I sit up and stare at him. Did Diana try to have an affair with him? He smiles, but says nothing. Did he ever consider sleeping with her? He smiles again. "I knew it would have been a disastrous thing to do." He delicately shifts the subject: "I was very upset when I saw the Panorama documentary, because she really didn't seem well at the time. It did really me because I thought people saw her at her most vulnerable ... and I kind of feel guilty because she did really like me as a person, and I tended to shy away from calling her because I thought she must have so many people calling her for all the wrong reasons. I knew she was so suspicious of people by then, so I would almost treat her the way I know some people treat me. I would presume it was an intrusion to call, when actually you know they're lonely and would love to hear a friendly voice."

When there was no sex, Diana retreated from him, hurrying along her bleak path to the Place De l'Alma and canonisation. "I hadn't seen her for a couple of years by the time she died. We nearly got together on that St Tropez trip. I was supposed to go onto the boat, and I'm quite glad I didn't because it would have been so fresh when she died, it would have been..." He stops speaking, and breathes hard, from his gut. "I mean I was so upset by it anyway, but had I seen her just before I think it would have been even more upsetting."

He started a course of anti-depressants - a final attempt to stop the never-ending Blues soundtrack in his mind - and began to take some dagger-sharp risks. He took on his own record company, Sony, in a kamikaze court-case. He still believes it was "an attempt to put artists in charge of their material and avert the Pop Idol crap that has killed pop music" - but beneath these rationalizations, there was a more raw, real reason: "I thought, what else are you going to do for the next few years, except sit around at home and be terrified?"

Then he took an even bigger risk: he walked into a toilet in Los Angeles and hit on an undercover member of the LAPD - an event charmingly captured by the Sun headline "Zip Me Up Before You Go-Go." "I don't think there's anything inherently dysfunctional about cottaging - but cottaging as George Michael? Yeah, there's something pretty dysfunctional about that," he says, laughing. "Right up until my arrest, I was still totally naïve about the level of homophobia. There's no question when I look back it really would have hurt me [if I had come out sooner]. I didn't realised how much I was protecting my career. I probably wouldn't have got to sing with Aretha Franklin, or to rise that high." His career in America has never recovered. So was it Marcello Rodriguez, the undercover cop, and the LAPD who whacked George Michael so hard he finally died? Or did George Michael kill himself, a protracted showbiz suicide?

Sitting before me now, George's brown eyes and blue mood seem perfectly matched. After all the depressions and all the scandals... what? Many people believe he has become the Norma Desmond of pop, retreating into his mansions, tentatively offering a new single every few years, and refusing to be ready for his close-up. But George believes he is finally emerging, blinking into the light, from his decade of depression. He is even accepting for the first time that George Michael - the strutting pop icon - is a part of him after all. "I used to believe that George Michael was a total actor. It was self-defeating, because it made me also feel fraudulent. Now, I'm a bit more integrated, I have more confidence in general - but fear is much more scary these days." So perhaps the twist at the end of this thriller is that the 'corpse' is twitching. George Michael didn't die- he was in a coma.

As we turn to talking about today, his posture changes. He leans back into his sofa and his shoulders lose their hunch. He is marrying his partner, Texan sportswear salesman Kenny Goss, in the New Year, but George has always seemed neurotically sexual - seeking reassurance in the soggiest crevices - and admits he still seeks out "a huge amount" of sexual partners, some of them prostitutes. "You don't pay an escort for sex," he says. "What you really pay an escort for is to leave after the sex." So he wants his casual sex to be part of a clearly defined market relationship, not a messy emotional one? "Absolutely. But I would make an important distinction. I never paid for a female prostitute in my life, and when I was sleeping with women I never would have. I think it's different. Male sexuality makes this possible in a way female sexuality doesn't."

But even as I see him relax - he even chuckles a little - the savage symptoms of depression never seem far away. When he hears his name on TV, he says, "I feel terrified. I have to change the channel straight away." Nobody is allowed to bring a newspaper into his house, "because you end up flicking through and it can be awful." As Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou hugs me goodbye and I stumble out of his offices into a wintry North London, Club Tropicana still seems very, very far away.

Johann Hari writes for the Independent newspaper. To read more of his articles, click here.

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Comments

[Maschine]

Best of everything George, live long and keep making music.

[diogenes1967]

Great article! Thanks!

I especially love that George Michiael increasingly feels no need to make excuses for himself and his life, he is who he is and life is what it is. Good luck and congrats on the nuptials!

[pinksghetti]

To me George Michael is an icon of the 80's and early 90's right up there with Madonna, Prince and Michael Jackson. I was pretty much a kid when he was at his height but like so many other women/girls I had a crush on him. Physically he was so manly (meaning looking like a grown man unlike singers these days who look 14 when they are in their 20's, lol). He had so many great songs, "Careless Whisper", "Father Figure", "Faith", "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go". It's sad that he has suffered through so many set backs but hopefully he'll just keep getting better. I agree with the others, very good writing Mr. Hari.

BTW, it's funny he has an alter ego just like Beyonce has "Sasha". I guess she's right many singers/famous people have two personalities, one for the stage the other for at home.

[godhelpusall]

' George could feel his engine stuttering and his wings burning away. '

a minor point, but an engine sputters

people stutter

[daedelus]

Can the writer of this breathless ode really be the dead-playwright basher of weeks yore? What range. What versatility.

[PlanetKansas]

Take care of yourself George, you are a blessing to the world.

[Cos1]

This interview is great but not new. I just looked at old George interviews. It's from 2005. Thought I had read alot of this before. Why isn't it mentioned that it's not a new interview?

[jillsond]

Yeah, I was thinking he was already married to the guy from Texas. The "American Angel". I wonder if they're still together? Hope so.

[jillsond]

I have been a hard-core fan of George Michael for most of my adult life. I never was a huge Wham! fan, so I don't miss the cutesy George. I love the introspective, sensitive, generous George Michael who knocked out one phenomenal album after another. "Older" and "Listen Without Prejudice" were my favorites until "Patience " was released, and I was floored by how intimate it was. The man is absolutely amazing. I played "Precious Box" over and over again, and I still would if I could get away with it!

For what he's been through, it's no wonder he is frightened. But its ok! Fear will always be there as long as you are willing to grow...the trick is facing it and moving through it. There is no drug or physical contact that will erase fear. I fear he may relate too much to the uncle he shares the same birthday with. Stick around, George, you have a lot of people counting on you for more insight and art. You're not just a musician and performer, you are a gifted artist! Nobody can take that away from you
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If I'm any indication of the joy you bring to your fans, George, you gotta know that your music has inspired me, made me laugh and cry, dance like a mad woman, hurt for you and everyone who has loved and lost. You are a beautiful person with a huge heart and soul.

[anonimost]

poor guy still sounds really messed up.

[Cos1]

Exceptional article. Glad to see something positive on George in America. US media and many imature people like to use him as a punching bag for their homophobic jokes. I am a big fan of GM. He has one of the best voices of our time, yet in America you can't hear any of his music unless you go to Youtube. I would advise anyone interested in pop music to give him a fair listen. Believe it or not he has made albums beyond Faith. Listening to songs like, Fastlove, Spinning the Wheel, Freeek, Free, Flawless, Outside, Waiting for that Day just to name a few that he wrote, produced and sings shows immense talent. US fans have been cheated out of hearing this amazing entertainer's voice for so many years. Some people in the US have no idea that he is legend throughout the rest of the world. He's not a washedup has been.The 25 Live tour in the US in 2008 let George know that he still has some fans in America. He received no press and no major advertisement and still was able to fill arenas during a recession. His concert performances just blow you away because of his amazing voice. He was born with a gift and I hope he continues to perform in concert and do more TV or movies. Just get that 25 Live tour on DVD so we can experience it again.

[jillsond]

"Songs From The Last Century is friggin amazing, too. His version of "Roxanne" is amazing. I'd love to see the 25 live.

[Cos1]

Check him out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uqGwt8LRRE

[OtayPanky]

He is telling me a strange story about standing at the top of the world - a story where he walks on stage before a billion people and privately panics, "I am becoming one of the biggest stars in the world - and I think I might be a poof. This cannot end well."

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It ended well enough for Sir Elton, goofy wig and all.

The problem was that George gave a rat's ass what anyone else thought about him and his business.

Hopefully, our young folks, whether famous or not, will simply march to their own drummer and find whatever love and happiness life has to offer, regardless of what anyone else things.

[channelerchik]

Good luck, George! I remember dancing around an apartment in Madrid with four other girls (we were 2 Spanish, 1 Japanese, 1 Italian and me, American) to "Father Figure" over and over as we prepared to go out clubbing, all of us moved almost to tears every time it played, craving the kind of guy/relationship you were singing about. It doesn't matter to me whether you're gay or bi or straight, btw. Luv you!

[katiedex]

Loved this article, glad to hear that George Michael is doing better. He is an incredible talent and I've hated to hear of his problems these last several years with alcohol, bathroom stalls, etc. His rendition of Somebody to Love still gives me chills. Before he sang it I would have sworn no one could hold a candle to Freddie Mercury, but George Michael blew me away. I was never a fan of Wham or their kind of poppy music, but George Michael's talent is enormous and undeniable. Hope to hear more from him.

[JeffmChicago]

That was a great read. Very familiar story though. Whenever a celebrity opens up about his/her sexuality being gay it's always an isolation to their lives, a loneliness, a cry for acceptance or denial a coming out story of sorts.

A loving family that supports their gay children is an aberration in this world because there's just way too many sad stories of gay people going through mental disfunction trying to make it through life battling societies prejudicial behaviour towards them. It's as if they all have to live double lives. A kind of split personality.

I like George Michael and his music. Some of his personal choices of getting himself into legal troubles were quite frankly a cry out for help wanting that attention that he had so long ago. Well, he got it. I hope being openly gay now and getting married to the man he loves will give George Michael some peace of mine and he doesn't have to go out of his way for dubious attention.

[unfettered]

It just kept going.
On and on and on.
Oy!