The music, people and stupid moments that make up the nightlife
Whilst browsing the Internet in search of a contact email for Mr. Eggers so that I might follow
D.'s advice and send a glowing fangirl email about how I want to go buy all of Big Country's early material after reading his
Spin article (see post below), I came across this collection from
McSweeney wherein writers reflect upon favorite songs. What is most exciting about this collection is an entry from
Jonathan Shipley in reference to "The Chauffeur."
There is no Duran Duran song quite like "The Chauffeur." Sure, "Planet Earth" is the ultimate dance track, while "Girls on Film" and "Rio" are the
Totally 80s standards from STAR 98.7 and then, y'know, there are so many other tracks that I'm sure most of know by heart. "The Chauffeur," though, is the official goth anthem. Actually, I don't know if it was ever dubbed an official anthem for LA goths, but damned if you went to a boo spooky club in the 1990s and didn't hear Simon pleading "sing blue silver" as the clock struck midnight. That's just the way clubs are. Sometimes you can set a watch by the playlist and, usually, that's not a compliment, but, sometimes, it's heart warming and when you're feeling all euphoric because you have danced to Kate Bush, Legendary Pink Dots, Marc and the Mambas and Siouxsie and the Banshees all in a row, you know you can die happy with a Duran Duran nightcap.