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 ear worms, 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) and 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 and I went into my whole Duran Duran sucks thing, and he looks me in the eye as if he's about to reveal a secret to me. "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 and Tommy...
A place where I just blather on about shit that I either miss, or am excited about. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally really don't know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I do. Sometimes this is like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the video ... mostly though it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget