Contrary to what you might think, I was NOT the Tears For Fears guy…with one notable exception. My senior year, my English class had to write a short persuasive speech. We were given a week to do it, but I completely spaced it, so when the day came and I was called on, I BS’d five and a half minutes on “Why TFF Is The Best Band Ever”. It was pretty funny if I do say so myself. Best part: the teacher was a closeted lesbian Eurythmics fanatic, so I got a 106. Good times.
My girlfriend throughout high school was a raging Beatlemaniac. Posters, albums, memorabilia, squealing, going to “1964” concerts and freaking out…if you didn’t know better you’d swear she was just beamed in from the '60s. Kinda creeped me out, really, but hey, that’s love…
Donny was the John Lennon guy. He didn’t just admire John Lennon, he wanted to be John Lennon. This despite not being able to sing, or play a musical instrument, or write music or lyrics. They both died in 1980. Donny, of course, died by falling asleep at the wheel of his car rather than from being shot by an obsessive fan. Still, I’m sure that if any part of us lives on, he’s happy to finally have something in common with his idol.
Chris was the KISS guy. He wore his KISS tee-shirts to school every day, along with his slightly-too-short blue jeans and Dingo boots. KISS blasted from the 8-track player in his car. KISS was doodled all over his notebooks and textbooks. KISS KISS KISS. If you’d suggested to him that his obsession with guys in tights and make-up was more than a little fruity, he’d have been angry.
