Best. Song. Evar. (Unless you're noting this ironically. In that case, uh, it's trite 80's drivel. But at least it was a defining example of the genre.) Oh how I wish my parents would have let me go to the Arena tour. Alas, I had only just gotten my license, and was not considered mature enough to drive an hour and find a seat in the neon sea of hormonal teen girls who would have been in attendance. Crying shame, to this day.
May 10th, 1982. Seven and the Ragged Tiger came out in the US in 1983. Damn off by one errors...
I should still be on a boat.
May all of your models be half-dressed, paint splattered, and boatworthy, and may all of phone calls be hand delivered.
Thank you, kind Sir. From your fingers to Russell Mulcahy's ears.
"HERP DERP" is never an option around here.
Tomorrow is my thirty-first birthday.
I can still appreciate the boat.
Best. Song. Evar. (Unless you're noting this ironically. In that case, uh, it's trite 80's drivel. But at least it was a defining example of the genre.) Oh how I wish my parents would have let me go to the Arena tour. Alas, I had only just gotten my license, and was not considered mature enough to drive an hour and find a seat in the neon sea of hormonal teen girls who would have been in attendance. Crying shame, to this day.
I love that album without even a hint of sarcasm or irony. Come at me, bro.