Old Enough to Forget

Once upon a time, the cool boys would trash Duran Duran, and the cool girls the boys wanted to get to know had Duran Duran posters on their walls. They were the best of times, they were the worst of times. Begrudgingly, I had to admit they had a few decent earworms, and their videos were like cool mini movies. It wasn't easy to keep shitting on them, but I tried. I remember going to the mall back in 1984 with my buddy Mike - not that one, the other one - who used to date my wife (that's a story for another day). We were talking about new music as we walked into a record store, and there on the wall was a Duran Duran poster for Seven and the Ragged Tiger. I launched into my whole "Duran Duran sucks" thing, and he looked me in the eye as if he was about to reveal a secret. "That's a pretty good album, you know." I can't remember my response, but it was probably really caustic. I think that was the trip I bought the new solo albums by Dennis DeYoung an...