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.
October 20 would have been Tom Petty’s birthday. He missed it by 18 days. On the other hand, David Bowie died on January 10, two days after his birthday. Who is greater enlightened? The one who dies just before growing older, or the one who dies just after?
Rock and roll heaven must be a happier place now, while we, in this shitty Tom Petty-less world, muddle along without a guiding light. Meanwhile, we are left on this mortal plane with Jimmy Buffett, Dave Matthews, Eddie And The Cruisers, an irresponsible incompetent CBS, Ray Parker Jr., Jason Aldine, Jared Kushner, Spin Doctors, Taylor Swift, Barenaked Ladies, bigger and better record breaking mass shootings on American soil, Tears For Fear, Half of Milli Vanilli, The Village People, Coldplay, Demi Lovato, The current Rolling Stones, and Right Said Fred. Space prevents me from making this list longer, time too.