DURAN DURAN: OH! You Pretty Things From Planet Earth
We journalists like to believe our opinions are graven in stone. Let’s face it, in the global scheme of things, the relative power of a critic’s poison pen is rather limp. It ain’t gonna lower the price of a gallon of gas or revamp foreign policy.
DURAN DURAN: OH! You Pretty Things From Planet Earth
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Toby Goldstein
We journalists like to believe our opinions are graven in stone. Let’s face it, in the global scheme of things, the relative power of a critic’s poison pen is rather limp. It ain’t gonna lower the price of a gallon of gas or revamp foreign policy. So we get our kicks playing deity with those benighted souls who think they’re going to earn a living and create great art by recording rock ’n’ roll.
Take the case of yours truly vs. Duran Duran—five barely-over-teenage English boys, most of them too handsome for their own good, whose first single to reach American ears was a perfectly acceptable catchy dance tune called “Planet Earth.” The somewhat nervously wisecracking quintet met the New York press two days after they set foot in the U.S., by being herded into a Capitol Records meeting room under posters proclaiming “England’s New Romantic Rebels.” Uh-on, guys.