Life in the Land of Dreamy Dreams

For Christmas a friend gave me a bit of a joke gift: a DVD of Duran Duran’s Arena, their concept/concert video from 1984. When we were kids, we both had Duran Issues.

Though we didn’t know each other at that point, and had different favorites in the band, we each watched this video (back in the dark old days, on actual tape, children, can you imagine? Be kind- rewind!) more times than was strictly sane, and recall it with sighing, wistful nostalgia.

Oh yeah, an embarrassing nostalgia, sure, and I’ll turn that sigh into a cough hoping you don’t notice, but you know what I mean.

This gift has languished for the last six months, until I finally popped it in while cleaning the bedroom yesterday. Having decided to watch the ‘making of’ video first, I had several realizations in rapid succession:

1) Good God- they’re babies! What are they, like 18?
2) …and kind of arrogant jerks, it seems. Wow. Did I actually mistake piles of pretension for sophistication?
3) Erm…John sure rubs his nose a lot, no?

With the amazing power of the internet, I decided to do some checking. No, they weren’t 18, but close enough- 23. And of course they’re asses- they’re children who’ve had girls screaming & fainting at them for several years. And, oh yeah… it seems that the object of my affection had himself a serious cocaine issue.

There you have it- one more Darling killed. Well, I suppose it’s not really fair to look at this one- me more than a dozen years older then they were when they made it.

One last realization: They’re closer to my daughter’s age than mine.AARGH!

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PS- again, the magic of the internet, where no shallow comment will ever be allowed to live down

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