I was eight when I first heard “One More Try.” George Michael was huge at that time. My mom bought a copy of Faith on tape. I can see the cassette sitting in the console of our Pontiac Grand Safari. She’s driving me to baseball practice. I love how dark this song is. For having started out in the unbearably saccharine Wham!, George Michael seems to be a complex, strange, and troubled dude. I like that.