Aidin Vaziri | Boy George was one of the great pop stars of the ’80s, but since Culture Club fell apart in 1986, it seems as if he’s been balancing a busy life playing DJ, writing autobiographies and creating the stage musical “Taboo” between personal crises that keep landing him in the courts and on the streets of New York picking up litter. On the eve of his first U.S. tour in 10 years – which was just cancelled after his visa request was denied – the 47-year-old singer told us he’s finally in a better place.
Q: You’ve had your tabloid stuff. George Michael is passing out behind the wheel on the streets of London. Adam Ant was last seen waving a pistol around a pub in a cowboy hat. Why does it feel like all my favorite singers from the ’80s are self-destructing?
A: Well, I admire the fact that you’ve set the tone right away. I understand that I will be asked such questions, and that’s fine, because I have refurbished my horizons and self-destruction is no longer an option. I can’t talk for the other George, although he has just finished a major tour, which suggests the asleep-at-the-wheel situation was a brief excursion from sanity. Adam Ant has mental-health issues, and that is very different and more serious than the sort of self-destructiveness that myself and George Michael were embroiled in. So, talking purely for myself, I can tell you that my head is firmly screwed back on – the right way – and I am a far saner human being than I have been in a long time, if not forever.
Q: Was it cruel and unusual punishment to put you on the streets of the Lower East Side with a shovel and broom?
A: I had a truly wonderful time working with the folk at the New York Sanitation Department, and I was treated with great kindness by the people who clean up your rubbish. I also received tremendous affection from New Yorkers, and what threatened to be a heinous experience actually turned out to be quite rewarding. It was a photo op, and I refer to it as my “media service,” but I was responsible for putting myself in a dangerous situation and I broke the law, and the outcome might have been far worse. So, all in all, I was pretty lucky. I hated the orange jerkin, but it’s no longer in my wardrobe. Continue reading.