I Eat Cannibals: Part 3

You already know I was laughing my ass off at Venture Bros episode based on a Duran Duran video. Now here’s this thing you don’t know; in my misspent youth I listened to Duran Duran.

I know! You’re shocked and I’m embarrassed. But that’s how it is. I knew they weren’t cool. I knew they weren’t awesome. I knew they spent more time on their hair than mastering music theory. I knew all that. But, they populated every song with a hook and I couldn’t resist. It was a guilty pleasure. It’s like people who dance the Hokey Pokey. They know it’s lame but they enjoy doing it. In my defense, I was young and dumb.

Also, my choices were limited. The radio in my area was galactically bad, so anything with creativity came on cassette. The local place to buy cheap cassettes kicked me in the balls when they stopped carrying heavy metal and other better music. They did this because people though Satan was really attacking teenagers. I’m. Not. Making. That. Up.

For some reason AC/DC’s “Back in black” (a song about fiscal responsibility) was morally unacceptable but Duran Duran’s “Hungry like the wolf” (a song about sex craved teenage boys stalking and possibly assaulting innocent women”) was totally fine. Don’t ask me why. Like the current era, the 70’s and 80’s were also a time of mass stupidity. (I’ve discussed the mass hysteria of the 1980’s here.)

Mrs. Curmudgeon brought us another round of drinks while I fired up the internet for a trip on the Wayback machine. I present to you the incomprehensible symbolism of a proto-hair band:

In my next post I unleash the stupidest thing to happen in 1982 and am properly admonished by Mrs. Curmudgeon…