One of the better holiday gifts I've gotten so far is here.
Duran Duran wish you a merry holiday -- and let you mix their lyrics.
Deeply cheesy, and that's what it's all about. On first seeing the photo, I thought Robert Palmer had gotten revenge on his former Power Station bandmates by making them -- and their fellow Durans -- dress all alike, a la his music videos, but then I had a different cognitive dissonance moment: They're all holding guitars. Even Roger, who you never seen outside his kit. And who looks like he has a cramp. Even Nick, who here appears to be playing a mandolin of some sort. I wonder if they had to photoshop it, or if they all actually posed. Yes, I think of these things. And then I go mix songs.
Elsewhere, the strike is over! I now get to see what the world is like outside my apartment. The last few days, the time has just sped by in a blend of meals, soaps, staring at the computer, working, interviewing (hey, it's not incidental that I got Chris Noth and Vincent D'Onofrio to call me at my house, heh heh, love the gig), editing, and fighting to get my VOIP to work 24/7. Somewhere, Earthlink seemed to think it was optional. It's much less so when you've got to work from home. So, I don't heart VOIP as much as I once did.
But I digress: The strike is over! Now we all get to reappreciate the joys, the smells, the touches, and the weirdness of the NYC subway, all over again. Yay!
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