The end of an era... the death of the Rock God Poet, Michael Hutchence. I'm sure most us remember the day he he died on November 22nd, 1997. I was only fourteen years of age and I remeber it like it was yesterday. When that genius of a guy died, I felt as though he was the last of the great artists.. along with John Lennon Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, and all the other beautiful poets that God took. At least the last of the good ones who was worldly renowned. You have to hunt high and low for good bands these days.. so many talented writers and musicans are afraid to come out and question authority and corrupt politics.. go back to the roots of philosophy.. the true meaning of things. There is nothing organic in the music industry now, in fact, the music industry has become extinct.. it's non existent. Michael Hutchence.. that WAS the day the music died.