Regular television just kills writing productivity, so I flipped over to the XM stations as I continued to massage this outline for the graphic novel. I’m a chronic channel hopper, even on the radio, so every so often I’d flip around to find something worth listening to. At one point I stumbled across Duran Duran’s “Wild Boys”.
It instantly put me in mind of the Mad Max-like video. Anyone else remember this thing?
When I was a kid, I thought this video was the shit. Post-apocalyptic setting, a rough sound, bad-ass lyrics, fire and explosions… it had it all. I know better now, of course, but at the time I was wondering when they’d strap me to a windmill so I could sing defiantly as they dunked me in the water.
In fact, it’s that ridiculous windmill that I remembered the moment the song came on. I was so struck by its stupidity that I looked up the video to make sure it wasn’t just some corruption of the video by my memory. I dragged the slider through the YouTube video and sure enough, there’s Simon Le Bon strapped to one blade of a windmill that dipped his head into a pool of water every time it reached its lowest point.
Then it hit me: they weren’t just trying to make it look cool, they were trying to drown the bastard!
“Climb on, Simon. No, really, it’s perfectly safe. We promise!” Then, a couple hours later: “I knew we should have made it go deeper. Now I guess we need to finish this damn thing. We’ll just make it as ridiculous as possible so nobody will watch it. That’ll work, right?”