If you ever paused your VCR so you could kiss John Taylor's freeze-framed face...if you ever named your Cabbage Patch Doll after Nick Rhodes...if you ever pored over Simon Le Bon's "Union Of The Snake" lyrics in search of clues to the universe...if you can pinpoint the onset of your puberty to the time when you saw the uncensored "Girls On Film" video for the very first time...then you will relate to this ultimate chronicle of one girl's very unglamorous, totally one-sided love affair with the 1980s' most glamorous band. In Careless Memories of Strange Behavior: My Notorious Life as a Duran Duran Fan, Yahoo! Music managing editor, unabashed Anglophile, and recovering Duranie Lyndsey Parker chronicles her hilarious and often embarrassing journey from a childhood spent in her Duran-postered bedroom, watching MTV and penning hate mail to crotchety anti-Duran music critics, to her own adulthood as one of Duran Duran's most outspoken professional champions. And along the way, she makes a very strong case for the beloved but misunderstood Boys On Film's place in rock history.
This totally describes my adolescence...except I haven't been lucky enough to witness John changing his shirt, but I did stand in the second row of a concert in 1992 in Sacramento. I still remember that Nick wore Plum blush from Clinique back then as well. Nick influenced my makeup choices for several years...I don't think that is odd at all, do you? LOL
This essay touches on something that has bothered me since I was too young to put it into words: the belief that musicians girls like suck because GIRLS could never actually recognize good music with their tragically girly ears. I wish I'd known the word misogyny when I was 12!
But I'm deducting a star for the dirty way the author did Roger (and Andy).
Other random thoughts: I didn't get the fawning over John in 1983, and I don't get it now. And did the author really think John didn't get enough facetime in videos?! Yeesh sh really needed an Andy girl in her circle. Also, The Power Station was LIGHT YEARS better than Arcadia.
If ever there was documentation of my life from 1983 on, it's this book. I swear Lyndsey Parker was telling my story (except I was a Nick Rhodes girl). I definitely recommend this great read to all my fellow Duranies!!