My disdain for Thompson Twins began on September 24, 1982. I was at the Aragon Ballroom to see Joe Jackson on the Night And Day tour. As the anticipation grew, the lights went down, and Thompson Twins took the stage. I was horrified as three stupid “new wave” haircuts began to prance around, out of sync on stage with tambourines and cowbells while a live band accompanied them from behind a screen. As they played on, I hoped that someone would pelt them into unconsciousness, anything to stop this ridiculous posturing. Thank God, Joe Jackson’s set washed that horrible taste out of my mouth.
On March 18, 1983, my hatred for Thompson Twins reached a new level. They now had a hit on MTV and were actually opening up for English Beat. Whoever promoted these shows was the biggest asshole, probably the same dick who thought sauerkraut on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches works. We purposely showed up late to avoid their insipid act. We were outsmarted, the show was delayed, and we were forced to endure Thompson Twins.
Everything you don’t like about Stevie Nicks can be blamed on her tremendous cocaine habit. Now that Tom Petty has passed away, he has become a saint who no one dares to speak poorly of. I doubt this will be the case when members of Thompson Twins die.
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