Three different people in three different places mentioned this song in the past three days.
I still have this vinyl 7”.
It’s a damn good song.
Duran Duran - Rio
But I also listened to a lot of this when I was 20.
Duran Duran - Planet Earth Everyone’s doing 80s songs today. All my music is in my computer with the fried power supply so I’ll have to reblog myself. Ah, 1982. Spiked hair, skinny ties, new wave and a club called Spit. Spit was the alternate personality of a disco known as Uncle Sam’s. Two nights a week, the disco ball would stop spinning and the new wave kids would be ushered in the back door. The club was dark, crowded and filled with the kind of energy that can only come from kids pumped up on alcohol and a new music movement. We wore pleather mini skirts with torn fishnet stockings and Doc Martens. We put toothpaste in our hair and wore black eyeliner and too many earrings in some mashup of punk and goth. Which, at the time, is what new wave was all about. Spit was where we found like minded souls, people who didn’t want to bang their heads or shake their groove thangs, but wanted to revel in this new sound that was part decadence, part pop. And we danced to that sound, much like our Uncle Sam’s counterparts danced to theirs, but we did it with an affectation of rebellion. Duran Duran’s Planet Earth was one of those songs that got everybody off their asses and onto the dance floor. We didn’t dance so much as stay in one spot and sort of shuffle our feet around while nod our heads in time to the music while trying not to spill our beer. This song had a post apocalyptic feel to it, which summed up the time in our lives perfectly. High school was over, the real world that waited after college loomed ahead of us; we were in some vast wasteland of time with our youth behind us and our adult life breathing down our necks and we were going to absorb all the fun from it we could, while trying hard not to look like we were having too much fun. For those of us in Spit, where the soundtrack was highlighted by Planet Earth and the sound it ushered it, this was the time of our lives.
Duran Duran - Planet Earth
Erin got me listening to Duran Duran this morning.
Ah, 1982. Spiked hair, skinny ties, new wave and a club called Spit. Spit was the alternate personality of a disco known as Uncle Sam’s. Two nights a week, the disco ball would stop spinning and the new wave kids would be ushered in the back door. The club was dark, crowded and filled with the kind of energy that can only come from kids pumped up on alcohol and a new music movement. We wore pleather mini skirts with torn fishnet stockings and Doc Martens. We put toothpaste in our hair and wore black eyeliner and too many earrings in some mashup of punk and goth. Which, at the time, is what new wave was all about. Spit was where we found like minded souls, people who didn’t want to bang their heads or shake their groove thangs, but wanted to revel in this new sound that was part decadence, part pop. And we danced to that sound, much like our Uncle Sam’s counterparts danced to theirs, but we did it with an affectation of rebellion.
Duran Duran’s Planet Earth was one of those songs that got everybody off their asses and onto the dance floor. We didn’t dance so much as stay in one spot and sort of shuffle our feet around while nod our heads in time to the music while trying not to spill our beer. This song had a post apocalyptic feel to it, which summed up the time in our lives perfectly. High school was over, the real world that waited after college loomed ahead of us; we were in some vast wasteland of time with our youth behind us and our adult life breathing down our necks and we were going to absorb all the fun from it we could, while trying hard not to look like we were having too much fun. For those of us in Spit, where the soundtrack was highlighted by Planet Earth and the sound it ushered it, this was the time of our lives.
Duran Duran - Planet Earth
For rondicasmith, my favorite song from her favorite band, because Simon Lebon > Lebron James.
Duran Duran - Planet Earth
#57 on my list of favorite songs in the history of songs
Ah, 1982. Spiked hair, skinny ties, new wave and a club called Spit. Spit was the alternate personality of a disco known as Uncle Sam’s. Two nights a week, the disco ball would stop spinning and the new wave kids would be ushered in the back door. The club was dark, crowded and filled with the kind of energy that can only come from kids pumped up on alcohol and a new music movement. We wore pleather mini skirts with torn fishnet stockings and Doc Martens. We put toothpaste in our hair and wore black eyeliner and too many earrings in some mashup of punk and goth. Which, at the time, is what new wave was all about. Spit was where we found like minded souls, people who didn’t want to bang their heads or shake their groove thangs, but wanted to revel in this new sound that was part decadence, part pop. And we danced to that sound, much like our Uncle Sam’s counterparts danced to theirs, but we did it with an affectation of rebellion.
Duran Duran’s Planet Earth was one of those songs that got everybody off their asses and onto the dance floor. We didn’t dance so much as stay in one spot and sort of shuffle our feet around while nod our heads in time to the music while trying not to spill our beer. This song had a post apocalyptic feel to it, which summed up the time in our lives perfectly. High school was over, the real world that waited after college loomed ahead of us; we were in some vast wasteland of time with our youth behind us and our adult life breathing down our necks and we were going to absorb all the fun from it we could, while trying hard not to look like we were having too much fun. For those of us in Spit, where the soundtrack was highlighted by Planet Earth and the sound it ushered it, this was the time of our lives.
NEW MOON* VIDEO!!
*on monday
