Obviously (if you are me anyway) I have had that Arcadia song stuck in my head all day.
This is the part of the post where you are going to have to pay attention in order to follow my train of thought. In 1985 Simon LeBon, Nick Rhodes and Roger Taylor from Duran Duran formed a side group. This band was called Arcadia (John Taylor and Andy Taylor formed The Power Station with Robert Palmer and Tony Thompson*). Arcadia wrote the song “Election Day” which plays in my head on a continuous loop the first Tuesday of every November.
So I’ve been thinking about Duran Duran and something that has been bothering me for a couple years now.
I used to be a Durany (Duranee?). Yes, before I got into hair metal (and then Death Metal) I openly worshipped Duran Duran. The walls of my bedroom were covered with pictures of John Taylor that I ripped out of Tiger Beat.
Here is my point. I used to think that Duran Duran was super deep. (Cut me some slack, I was in the 6th grade.) Read these lyrics from “Last Chance on the Stairway”.
Funny it’s just like a scene out of Voltaire, twisting out of sight
‘Cause when all the curtains are pulled back
We’ll turn and see the circles we traced?
Ain’t no game… (oooh)
When you’re playing with fire
It doesn’t seem right that we fight
So the party runs on all night
And sometimes I’m caught in a landslide
My beat’s so in time can you look at me
I’m out of reach I’ll talk if it feels right
So nervous to say, tell me can’t you see
If you want I’ll fall out forever
I can’t say no more… babe dance with me
And please don’t say leave till later
I’ve had my last chance on the stairway.
Right. So as an adult that has actually read Voltaire I realize that this is pretty much garbage. And much like seeing that stupid reality show when Tommy Lee went to college this is cheapening my childhood. I want this song to mean something, but now all I get out of it is “babe dance with me”, I detest the word ain’t and crap, I wished I hadn’t wasted my time reading “Candide” because wasn’t it kind of a stupid book?
Fine. Now I am going to go vote to show my children what a responsible citizen I am all while feeling old and disillusioned. And you can look at this picture of John Taylor in a fedora.
* Is it messed up that I didn’t need to look any of that up?
Claudia just performed a recital for me. It wasn’t a Capella, she had one maraca.
Claudia’s Set List
1 - The Wheels on the Bus
2 - Head Shoulders Knees and Toes
3 - Shout at the Devil*
She has really started mixing up her genres. I hope she doesn’t end up alienating her core audience. I’d hate for her fans to think she sold out.
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This post is entirely true, but the picture was inspired when I was cleaning and found these other set lists that I kept from high school, because I am such a dork so rock n roll. Extra points for anyone who can name the bands who these set lists belong to.
*I don’t know. Maybe that last one was an encore. She got distracted when Dora the Explorer came on tv.
Yes, my children know the difference between a Flying V and a SG.Last time Beth and Mia came over to play I’m pretty sure Ian gave Beth the devil horns. (Well, either that or he was trying to ward off the evil eye).The Guitar Hero thing is becoming a family obsession.
Lance has been pestering me to put up the picture of me playing my Hello Kitty guitar that I promised back in February. I’ve been putting it off because 1) I really don’t shower nearly as often as I’d like to and 2) I keep forgetting to have someone take the picture of me playing it.
Lance said that bathing was not necessary since rock stars are usually greasy and Beth came over this morning and she was kind enough to take a picture of me rockin’ out.
My hair is doing it’s best Trent Reznor impression:
As a bonus, here is a picture of one of the picks Lance sent me to match my guitar (it’s fuzzy because it is a hologram. I know you are jealous.):
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I also owe Tony this meme from weeks ago. I’m supposed to list seven songs I’m into Right Now This Very Minute. (They’re not my capitals, I copied and pasted that sentence directly from Chag’s site.) Since I don’t know crap about what is cool right now, I have no choice but to tell you the truth.
Here goes:
Do these links even work? I have no idea what I am doing.
Karen wrote a post about how she used to be a big loser where she admits to going to a New Kids on the Block concert. After I got done laughing my ass off, I started thinking about concerts I have been to that might not have been that cool in retrospect.
For example, one time I went to go see Strutter. According to Strutter’s website they are “America’s #1 KISS Tribute Band”.
Ahem. So, now that we are all clear who they are it should make it even funnier that the fake Paul Stanley reached down into the audience and put his guitar pick right down the front of my shirt. It’s true. You can ask Tammy. She was there. (In my defense it was even hysterical at the time.)
I also mentioned to Karen that one time I bruised my ribs at a Tesla concert.
Here is another gem. One time at a Cinderella concert, Jeff LeBar (Duh. he guitar player) sweat on me. I thought it was awesome.
Shut up. Like you were cool.
Oh, there are more. (Thank Ozzy that I can’t find a the picture of Lori and me dressed in black spandex mini dresses on our way to the Death Angel/Forbidden show, or you might be looking at it right now.) But I’m not giving them all up that easily. Your turn. Tell me about your embarrassing concerts.
Danzig 777
