Tumbling

This is the poster that started it all…

“Burning the ground I break from the crowd

I’m on the hunt I’m after you.”

- Heneker, David William; Taylor, John. Song: Hungry like the Wolf, Duran Duran

Duran Duran broke my arm.

Let me explain.

Nicki Elson and friends are hosting the I'll Tumble 4 Ya BlogFest

Here’s the deal:

“Post a picture, video, or whatever of the celebrity you most tumbled for in the 80s. We'd also love to know just what it was that made ya tumble 4 them.”

I took the challenge literally.

Here’s how it began: I discovered Duran Duran when I was thirteen when I saw a poster of the band in Modell’s. Yes, I saw them before I heard them. My two best friends and me memorized lyrics, watched their videos until our eyes teared, and chose favorites band mates. I waffled between John Taylor and Simon LeBon.

Good video. It was filmed in Sri Lanka.

When I was fourteen I saw them in concert TWICE: once at Madison Square Garden (okay seats) and once at Nassau Coliseum in the THIRD row, center stage. (You’re jealous, aren’t you?) I was crushing on John Taylor then.

Which mullet is your favorite?

Here’s where Duran Duran breaks my arm: One of my best friends was a cheerleader. I didn’t hold it against her. She wanted me to try out for the cheerleading squad. The feminist in me wasn’t thrilled that cheerleaders tumbled and chanted on the sidelines while the boys played the game. I was even less thrilled that the cheerleaders periodically baked brownies for the players. In addition, I had never taken a dance class and was uncoordinated, so this seemed like a ludicrous idea. This didn’t stop her from teaching me the moves.

Monday was tryouts. The Sunday before, I was moving my posters around.

I was so lame, not only did I plaster my walls with their photos,

I decorated them for Christmas, AND took a picture.

I had a narrow, four-drawer, wooden cabinet that I kept papers in. I used a chair to get to the top of it so I could reach the posters near the ceiling. Said cabinet wobbled. It swayed. It went backwards. So did I. I used my left wrist to break my fall. (Did I mention I’m left handed?) Pain shot up my arm.

My sister was vacuuming in another room, so it took a while before anyone heard my cries. By the end of the day, I was a proud owner of a new cast and would spend the next six weeks having my books carried and asking people to take notes for me.

Needless to say, I did not try out for cheerleading.

While I was never one of those girls who fainted at the sight of John Taylor or Simon LeBon, I had it pretty bad. My post is proof I tumbed for Duran Duran Literally and Figuratively.

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I bet they’re less lame than mine.