AS MY BIRTHDAY APPROACHES ...





I like to remind myself how really, fucking ancient I am (yes, the "fucking" was necessary). Stuff like this reminds me how long I've been alive, and how my bones are slowly turning to dust.

But as old as I am, these guys are way older. And aside from JT, who remains perpetually hot, time has not been kind to them either.

I always loved this song though. It makes no sense whatsoever, but it's catchy.

Duran was like that. None of their songs make any sense. Simon called it his "artistic vision" or what have you. And the videos--what the hell? Acid trips, every one. It's all part of the New Romantic movement, which I am also old enough to remember.

But guess what, all you young whippersnappers--ankle boots are back in style. HA HA HA. I may have to dig out my "vintage" black suede slouch boots, and grab a fedora. Maybe some tapered leg jeans with zippers at the bottom, paired with a huge button down shirt, with a big pin on the collar. Maybe a Forenza sweater vest over it!!! And bright blue eyeliner AND bright blue mascara, just like Donna Mills from Knots Landing. And, of course, lots of Aquanet. Nothing speaks of my formative years more than Aquanet. The smell of it still gives me flashbacks.

Oh you know you used it too. If you are a geezer like me, anyway. IF YOU'VE NEVER HAD BIG HAIR, YOU HAVEN'T LIVED.