Good Thursday morning! I spent a few minutes listening to the interview that John Taylor did for a South African radio station, and I need to send a shout out to Gimme A Wristband for posting it so quickly. If you haven’t already checked out her blog – you should. It’s honestly to the point where I check that site BEFORE I go to either DD.com or DDM . We’re a family in this community, and I want to give credit where credit is absolutely due.
In any case, it was a thrill to hear a decent interview from John – it’s been a while since they’ve really done press, so it was great to hear him. It’s funny, I’ve been a fan now for a long time, and I suppose in that time I feel as though I have at least some small amount of knowledge with regards to who each of the band members really is. I don’t mean musically, and I don’t mean the surface crap (What’s your favorite color John…and that sort of thing). I mean who they really ARE. That said, I only know what I read, what I’ve witnessed personally, and what I’ve heard them say. In any case, I suppose I always felt that while John seems like a nice enough guy – I didn’t think we really had too much in common. That’s not a bad thing, and it never made me like him less, I just didn’t think I’d have much to say to him (that sounded good anyway), if and when I ever had the chance to talk to him. (keep dreaming, Rhonda…) So, when I listened to the interview, I was surprised when I found myself nodding and laughing in agreement.
I’m sure most Duranies (all Duranies??) know John has a daughter named Atlanta. Now, this blog is about the band, not their children – but because of the fact I too have a daughter (who believes she’s 18, but to the best of my knowledge is really 13), I listened to what he had to say about her music. I fully expected that because of the fact John’s a rockstar, he’d have far more tolerance for her music than I do for my own daughters’. HA! As it turns out, he doesn’t enjoy it anymore than I do! I suppose though that if I tried to show that to my 13 year old as some sort of proof that she needs to buck up on her musical taste, she’d scoff and say something like “Well, it’s because you both are too old to appreciate good music!” (my apologies to John for the “old” comment. I suspect he’d understand though.) My response to that would be – “I’m old enough to appreciate REAL music.” So is John. He has the same complaint as I, in that he prefers to hear real instruments. I could make a sideways comment here about a certain bands last album….but I’ll refrain. For now.
My husband and I have a real affection for vinyl. Currently, our vinyl collection is about 5,000 albums strong, and while I love vinyl – in particular 80’s vinyl (I’m sure you’re all shocked); my husband’s collection is taking over our garage and is threatening to invade the living room soon. So, I’ve developed kind of a love/hate relationship for our collection. Kind of the way I feel about wine at times. (especially after a long night out!) We collect that as well, and it’s funny how I don’t seem to mind that invading our living room…but I digress. The thing is, John commented that listening to vinyl is a lot like savoring a vintage wine. It’s not something you want to do everyday, but on occasion, it’s great. I totally and completely agree. I would assert here that there is NOTHING better than listening to Rio on vinyl. Nothing. There is a warmth that no CD can ever bring – I don’t care what anyone says about the sound quality, when you have a record on the turntable that is in very good condition and a great needle on the player – you can’t beat the sound. Vinyl and wine – two of my favorite things.
Interestingly enough, while I would choose to listen to Rio on vinyl over CD any day of the week – I cannot say the same for other DD albums, such as Red Carpet Massacre. That album was never meant for vinyl. Too electronic, too synthetic, in my mind. John revealed something that I have been saying since the very day I first heard Night Runner, and judging from other fans’ reaction to the album in general – I know I’m not the only one.