It is Sunday morning and I don’t want to be one of those preaching assholes, but here we go. Let us all turn to the book of James Brown 2:14. “Fellas, I’m ready to get up and do my thing. I wanna get into it, man, you know, like a, like a sex machine, man, movin’, doin’ it, you know. Can I count it off?”
In 1986, Wham! officially broke up. Truth is, it was a somber day for Andrew Ridgeley. George Michael had to have some kind of inkling of an idea that he was going to go the solo artist route. The band thing was only holding him back from greater success and sexual acts in public toilets. It makes sense that Andrew Ridgeley, more commonly known as the other guy with no talent of Wham!, you know, the guy who danced, but didn’t sing (he may have sung “jitterbug”, yet, I have doubts that he could sing that low.), was not heard from again, until the death of George Michael.
Marvin Gaye was fatally shot by his dad on April 1, 1984. At the risk of sounding racist, he was a much better performer than Wham!