We were 12 years old and sex was everywhere. But there were boys, oh yes there were boys: lounging in driveways, boys in tight jeans and concert shirts, their long, feathered hair catching the light in the late afternoon sun, calling tempting obscenities to us as they flew by on their three-speeds. There was no place to hang out, except the house of whoever's parents weren't around.
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We lived in a dreary, poor Bruce Springsteen song of a town, so desolate we didn't have a movie theater, a mall, even a drug trade. We were 12 years old, and sex was everywhere. And John Taylor - John, he of the elegant black fedoras, high cheekbones and full-lipped pout - was my true love, but it was a secret one, which by virtue of being secret grew all the stronger in my junior high school heart.ġ983, Browns Mills, N.J. They were all gorgeous: Simon Le Bon, the blond singer, with his obscure lyrics and histrionic head movements, relatively old at 25 Nick Rhodes, the effete keyboard player who could barely play a note Roger Taylor, the dark and sullen drummer Andy Taylor, the short guy who wanted to play hard rock. It wasn't about just the music, or the crushes, or the clothes, or all those pretty videos shot in Sri Lanka. I'd - wow."Īn experience, that's what Duran Duran was, if you were a fan in the early '80s. "There was no favorite, really, it was just, you know, the whole experience!"Īnd then his ability to speak coherently collapses: "Oh, if anyone had told me, 20 years ago, that I would be here! At the Roxy! Just 20 feet away from them! I'd - I'd - Oh my God. "Who was your favorite?" I ask, though he looks like the Nick Rhodes type to me.
For the nymphets sliding by us in hot-pink pumps and off-the-shoulder shirts, it's '80s retro, but for people like Eric and yours truly, it's a dream come true, because I've also scored a press pass to the after-party at the Chateau Marmont. Think Kajagoogoo, think Ducky in "Pretty in Pink," think. He's telling me what he wore to the band's Oklahoma City show at the Lloyd Nobel Center in 1985: a black, floppy, knee-length jacket with wide lapels and buttons on the shoulders, acid-washed jeans ripped at the knee, folded in tight at the bottom and tucked into black pixie boots. They charged younger kids from the neighborhood $1 to enter, and made a killing.Įric - not his real name, and can you blame him? - is now a grad student in psychology in San Diego, but tonight he's just a fan. Back in Oklahoma in the '80s, Eric and his best friend turned her house into a "Duran Duran spotlight museum," complete with a John room, a Nick room, a Simon Room, an Andy room and a Roger room, all decorated from top to bottom with posters of the band members. Eric is high as a kite, and in this case I suspect there are no drugs involved. show with all five members in 18 years has just ended, and the famed Roxy is emptying out.
Eric, 35 and beaming, tall, well built, and dark haired, is jumping up and down and wringing his hands.
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