Category Archives: British Ladies Need Love Too

Any video, music or otherwise, that contains a dancing skeleton will attract my attention. This one also has a frothing pool of blood and a demon made of wax.

It also has Siouxsie & the Banshees, because they, you know, performed the song and their record company underwrote the video. So, um, good times. I’m a little drunk.

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She ends up looking a touch like Nick Cave*. I can’t explain it, nor can I explain Dave Stewart’s outfit**, nor can I explain the get-up on the guitar player***, and if pressed I would only say of the backup singers that they are awesome****. I present to you, my faithful readers*****, The Eurythmics performing at the 1984 Grammys.

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*Is it odd I find her strangely sexy as Nick? Annie/Nick, call me, love me, leave me. It’s dark in here and I could pet your sideburns.

**Lurex blouses and beards rarely work well together. Throw in an electric space violin, and well, here is magic. Use it carefully, Dave.

***Do they still manufacture chaps made from that material? Swag chaps? I feel I might need them.

****Yes, awesome. I don’t usually like that word, but these backup babes are just that.

*****All four of you. I love you all. Especially you Mom.

Just now on David Letterman Emma Thompson described her husband as “making Oliver Cromwell seem like Danny Kaye”.

Oh, Emma, must you rock so hard? (Call me!)