{"id":514,"date":"2012-10-19T14:50:40","date_gmt":"2012-10-19T22:50:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/morganrichter.net\/blog\/?p=514"},"modified":"2023-03-08T06:27:28","modified_gmt":"2023-03-08T14:27:28","slug":"duranalysis-john-taylor-pleasure-groove-versus-andy-taylor-wild-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/morganrichter.net\/blog\/duranalysis-john-taylor-pleasure-groove-versus-andy-taylor-wild-boy\/","title":{"rendered":"Duranalysis: John Taylor’s In the Pleasure Groove versus Andy Taylor’s Wild Boy: My Life in Duran Duran"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Duranalysis: John Taylor\u2019s In the Pleasure Groove versus Andy Taylor\u2019s Wild Boy: My Life in Duran Duran<\/p>\n\n\n\n
John Taylor\u2019s memoir, In the Pleasure Groove: Love, Death & Duran Duran<\/em>, hit US bookstores this week. It\u2019s a good read\u2014John\u2019s a thoughtful and witty fellow\u2014but how does it compare to the other<\/em> Duran memoir of note, erstwhile DD guitarist Andy Taylor\u2019s Wild Boy: My Life in Duran Duran<\/em>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To state the obvious, John and Andy are two very different people, and thus they\u2019ve written two very different books. If sensitive, introspective John is Duran\u2019s Marcel Proust*, then cheeky, rough-and-tumble Andy is its Irvine Welsh. John\u2019s book is controlled and contained, written to expose some of his personal demons\u2014drugs, girls, the perils of mega-celebrity, the deaths of his parents\u2014while conscientiously refraining from splashing mud on his nearest and dearest. I attended a discussion John held about his book earlier this week (he\u2019s lovely and charming in person, by the way), in which he stated that, as his life in Duran Duran is going quite well at the moment, he felt no need to throw anyone under a bus. This is in contrast to Andy, who wrote his memoir to settle a few scores (throughout it, there\u2019s a persistent sense that the bus he\u2019d ideally like to throw Nick Rhodes under might not be a metaphorical one).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(*Please note: John Taylor is no Proust, and Andy is no Irvine Welsh. Bear with me while I attempt to make my point through hyperbole.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So who wrote the better book: Raggedy Andy, or Gentleman John? Let\u2019s compare passages to examine how each author treated key moments in Duran history:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0On meeting Simon Le Bon:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n
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ANDY: So there we all were, in the Rum Runner, when in walked this tall, good-looking guy with long legs and lots of confidence \u2026 The first thing I thought was, Fuck me\u2014he looks just like Elvis<\/em>! He reminded everyone of a young Presley because he still had a lot of boyish puppy fat around his face\u2026 You knew straightaway that he would be a hit with the girls. The only slightly unfortunate thing was that he was wearing skintight pink leopard-print trousers! \u2026 He was perfect, our own ready-made Elvis (albeit one who looked like he\u2019d been to the chip shop a few times)! \u2026 Simon was the eldest of three brothers\u2026 and he loved attention. In fact, he was totally up himself\u2014but I mean that in a nice way, because the one thing you need in a good front man is for him to be self-obsessed in a theatrical manner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
JOHN: He was two years older than me, and our relationship, as it developed, would often feel to me like I was one of his younger siblings. But at that first meeting, what struck me most violently about Simon was his presence. He was tall and well spoken, and there was something noble about him. His Huguenot blood perhaps. And then there was that name. Quite fantastic. Hair cut short, bleached dirty blond; it gave him an edge. I can\u2019t forget what he was wearing for our first meeting, as it\u2019s become part of band legend: skintight leopard-print ski pants with loops under the boots \u2026 He was lean and he was punk, and he was ready to move on, like the rest of us. \u2026 I wrote in my diary that night, \u201cFinally the front man! The star is here!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: Ah, Simon Le Bon, the chip-shop Elvis. Confess, Andy: You were the one who gave Simon the infamous \u201cLardo\u201d nickname, weren\u2019t you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This one is close. Both of these passages are pretty evocative\u2014they give readers a good sense of Monsieur Le Bon, the man, myth, and legend. As much as I dig Andy\u2019s gonzo, conversational, stream-of-consciousness prose (I had to giggle at him stressing that he means \u201ctotally up himself\u201d in a nice<\/em> way), I\u2019m giving the edge to John for the reference to Simon\u2019s \u201cHuguenot blood,\u201d and also for calling Simon \u201clean\u201d in what I like to imagine was a fiercely loyal attempt to neutralize Andy\u2019s fat jokes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On meeting Roger Taylor:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n
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ANDY: But I soon sussed out that Roger wasn\u2019t the sort of person who liked confrontation. In fact he was quite shy and definitely not one to be pushing his views into your face all the time. He didn\u2019t say much, he just went over and started banging the drums. Roger had a classic James Dean look; he was quite muscular and he reminded me a bit of the Fonz in Happy Days (except instead of saying \u201cHey\u201d all the time, Roger would go \u201cAll right\u201d in a Brummie accent). One thing Roger definitely had was a fantastic ability as a drummer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
JOHN: Roger Taylor is one of the nicest guys anyone could ever meet \u2026 For a guy who liked nothing better than beating the hell out of his drum kit, Roger had a very laid-back, easygoing manner. There was something casually fifties about him, with his James Dean hair and preppy style. And his reputation preceded him \u2026 I never imagined Roger wanting to play with us. I thought of him as being on another level.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: It\u2019s a tie. What comes through loud and clear in both passages is the affection and respect John and Andy share for Roger\u2014mild-mannered bad-ass, James Dean look-alike, and all-around great guy. In his book, Andy takes plenty of potshots at his former bandmates\u2014Simon is arrogant, John is self-destructive, and Nick is a snot with terrible taste in women\u2014but he doesn\u2019t breathe a word of ill about Roger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On meeting Nick Rhodes:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n
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ANDY: Nick Rhodes was the next person to arrive. He turned up about an hour or so later than arranged, and I would soon discover that was Nick all over, because he was always late. \u2026 Nick was the youngest member of the band and he hadn\u2019t quite turned eighteen, but he\u2019d been childhood friends with John. Nick was naturally androgynous even without makeup; he had a sort of boy\/girl look about him that was to become one of the hallmarks of being a New Romantic. His voice was slightly flat and nasal, and his real surname was Bates. \u2026 As a keyboard player he was a bit of a genius in the sense that he had the ability to see some things in a completely different way from anyone else. Having said that, he didn\u2019t seem to want to understand the traditional structure of music, and he didn\u2019t care about knowing the difference between a major and a minor scale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
JOHN: Nick, \u201cthe man who would be Rhodes,\u201d always was and always will be someone entirely settled at the center of his own universe. He is an extraordinarily creative individual blessed with good fortune. \u2026 I knew from the beginning of our relationship that if I stayed close to him, life would be exciting. I first met Nick in the winter of 1973. I was thirteen, he was eleven. \u2026 Nick and I both wore chiffon without needing much encouragement, and we both loved the clothes, the hairstyles, and the makeup that helped make Britain\u2019s glam-rock era so great. \u2026 We often drew insults from construction workers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: As much as I admire the elegance of John\u2019s description of Nick as \u201csomeone entirely settled at the center of his own universe,\u201d and as poignant as I find his image of these two idealistic boys setting out in lipstick and chiffon only to get taunted by construction workers, this one goes to Andy for the way it constructs a very specific picture of Nick (the chronically-late genius androgyne who scoffs at music theory), and for the way it subtly creates the first filmy gossamer fibers of what will become the dominant narrative thread of his book\u2014namely, that Nick is an insufferable hell-beast devoted to making Andy\u2019s Duran Duran experience as miserable as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(Is Andy\u2019s account fair and accurate? Eh, probably not, or at least not entirely\u2014by other reports, Nick is friendly and personable and not at all an insufferable hell-beast\u2014but Nick is scrappy enough to weather a little attempted character assassination. For all the knocks he takes in Andy\u2019s book, I don\u2019t think its release did him any harm.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the origin of \u201cRhodes\u201d:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n
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ANDY: I used to call him Master Bates and he later changed his name to Rhodes for \u201caesthetic reasons.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
JOHN: \u201cRhodes\u201d seemed to have the right blend of high and low culture, drawing as it did from the Clash\u2019s manager, Bernie, and fashion\u2019s high priestess, Zandra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: Andy. Mind you, I\u2019m not at all convinced his tale of how Nick shed \u201cBates\u201d is the truth\u2014I have it in my head that Nick had already adopted \u201cRhodes\u201d by the time Andy joined the band, and anyway, Andy surely wasn\u2019t the first to taunt him with the \u201cMaster Bates\u201d zinger\u2014but it makes for a far more entertaining anecdote than John\u2019s dull Bernie-Zandra explanation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On filming the \u201cRio\u201d video:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n
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JOHN: Once again, the Antony Price suits were in the frame\u2014incongruous on a yacht, but on film it worked, giving an impression of a bright and decadent sophistication. It was a surprisingly controversial, polarizing video. It became our most iconic video, making MTV\u2019s all time Top 10, but it was also perceived by many in Britain as an arrogant portrayal of the worst traits of Thatcherite self-interest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ANDY: The most spectacular scenes showed us all in our latest Anthony [sic] Price suits aboard a breathtaking yacht as it skimmed through the waves, with Simon singing his heart out on the bow. \u2026 Simon and Roger took to being on the yacht immediately. When you watch the video, you can see they\u2019re having a great time as we sailed along. John and I were more than happy to go along for the ride, too, but Nick looked distinctly uncomfortable, probably because he was seasick most of the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: Andy by a landslide. While John gives a detached analysis of this iconic moment in Duran history as though he played no role in its creation, Andy yammers on for several highly entertaining pages about the rambunctious good times the boys all had cavorting on that yacht in Antigua. It\u2019s a bonanza of Duranecdotes. Bonus points for his gratuitous and spiteful reference to Nick getting seasick, thus conjuring up an indelible mental image of everybody\u2019s favorite glamorous pixie barfing all over his fancy Antony Price suit. Nice. Well played, Andy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the band\u2019s association with Andy Warhol:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n
JOHN: We had been introduced to Andy Warhol on our first visit to New York and had got to know him a little. Over the years to come, Nick would become great friends with him. After our performance, I was drinking at the bar when Andy wandered over, sipping his drink through a straw. He leaned into my ear and whispered conspiratorially, \u201cYou should be the singerrr.\u201d \u201cNo thanks, Andy,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ANDY: It was obviously a huge honor to be seen with Warhol and it caused quite a stir. He latched on to us immediately, and I remember him saying to me over and over again, \u201cOh, Andy, you\u2019ve got to wear pearls. You gotta wear pearls, Andy!\u201d Then it was Nick\u2019s turn. \u201cOh, I like that Nick and I got a photo at home to prove it!\u201d screeched Warhol. \u2026 I could see the beauty in what he did, but I really wasn\u2019t from that school\u2014unlike Nick, for whom Warhol was a real source of creative energy. At times it seemed like Nick was obsessed with him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: John. Sometimes the simplest anecdotes are the best. Andy\u2019s compulsion to take the piss out of Nick backfires here, because, hell, it really was<\/em> cool that Nick and Andy Warhol were so instantly taken with each other and became such close friends. Also, Andy, babe, please try not to describe gay men as \u201cscreeching.\u201d Really. Later in Andy\u2019s book, Elton John also \u201cscreeches\u201d about something, which: No.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the \u201cNew Moon on Monday\u201d video:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n
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JOHN: After a two-day video shoot in Paris for a long-form 12-inch video version of \u201cNew Moon on Monday,\u201d the tour started up in Japan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ANDY: \u201cNew Moon on Monday\u201d was our least favorite video of all. Everyone in the band hates it, particularly the dreadful scene at the end where we all dance together. Even today, I cringe and leave the room if anyone plays the video. \u2026 Our management convinced us to theme it on the French Revolution, and it also had historic references to the French Resistance\u2014but, to be honest, it was just a load of gibberish. The set was dark and cold, and we spent most of the day drinking alcohol. By the time we were dancing at the end I was half-cut. It is one of the few times I\u2019ve seen Nick dance (watch his shoulders moving up and down if you ever get another chance to see it!).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: No, really, that\u2019s the full extent of what John had to say about the video in his book. Andy wins this one easily (and shoehorns in a quick snipe at Nick in the process). Personally, I love the \u201cNew Moon on Monday\u201d video, warts and all; knowing the boys were drunk and miserable during that interminable and mortifying dancing scene at the end just makes me love it even more<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the \u201cUnion of the Snake\u201d video:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n
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JOHN: The video for \u201cUnion of the Snake\u201d didn\u2019t work too well; it was too high-concept, overstaged, and overdressed, and it lacked direction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ANDY: The \u201cUnion of the Snake\u201d video, in my view, wasn\u2019t much better. \u2026 The video certainly has a reptilian theme, but amid all the footage of lizards chasing people there are lots of meaningless images, too, like the juggler who suddenly appears for no apparent reason. For all I could see it might just as well have been about wandering around with a stiffy!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: Andy again. John seems to have some kind of weird mental block about discussing their videos in any kind of detail (given what John was up to during this time, it\u2019s possible he honestly can\u2019t remember much about filming them). Andy doesn\u2019t have much to say either, but at least he manages to work in a crude quip, and that\u2019s enough to give him the win.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On Nick\u2019s relationship with Julie Anne Rhodes:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n
JOHN: Holy shit! Now Nick was getting married? I thought we<\/em> were married!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ANDY: [A]s for Julie Anne, I remembered something that (Duran manager) Paul Berrow had told us before we\u2019d left for the States. \u201cOoh, when those bloody American birds get a hold of you, you won\u2019t catch your breath,\u201d he warned. \u201cDifferent set of values.\u201d \u2026 Julie Anne was very pushy because of her social standing, and she was used to being at the top. She wasn\u2019t a bad person, but we weren\u2019t used to having an outsider in our midst. To me, her presence in the group was like a bomb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: Oh, those wealthy American heiresses and their different values! Always trying to sink their pushy claws into unsuspecting British pop stars. John wins this one for capturing the confusion and angst of losing his closest friend to someone else while simultaneously providing valuable fodder for Duran slash-fiction aficionados, all in a few well-chosen words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On recording \u201cA View to a Kill\u201d:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n
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ANDY: John Barry turned out to be a hilarious character. He was a very posh old composer who played the piano with a tumbler of whiskey by his side. John Taylor and I were both heavily into booze ourselves at the time, and we set about heavily leading him astray with more drink. \u2026 Working with Nick, however, was not so easy. He absolutely hated cocaine, so he wasn\u2019t appreciative of JT\u2019s and my behavior. \u2026 Nick seemed to be resentful of the whole project because it was organized by John Taylor. At times it was impossible for all of us to be in the studio together without having a row, and it was Nick who seemed to be swimming against the tide. John Barry challenged him a few times about things he\u2019d done musically, which seemed to annoy Nick. \u201cI\u2019m fucking not doing that,\u201d Nick would say flatly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
JOHN: Nick and John Barry didn\u2019t click. They found it hard just being in the same room. They were both stubborn and had very specific visions of how things should get done. I was caught in the crossfire: friend to Nick, adjutant to John. Many times I received late-night phone calls from John, admonishing me to \u201csort out this bloody bullshit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: Andy, for making this all clearly Nick\u2019s fault. Stop being so reasonable and diplomatic, JT! Start wildly pointing fingers!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On performing at Live Aid:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n
JOHN: Andy and I met up with Simon, Nick, and Roger at our hotel in Philadelphia two days before the event. We had some rehearsing to do, never having played \u201cA View to a Kill\u201d live onstage before. There was nervousness in both camps; our relationships had not gotten any better since Paris. If anything, things had gotten worse. And yet, in that ugly, stinking downtown rehearsal room, away from all the media and the bright lights, the girls and all the wedges that had come between us, the tensions melted away. Playing with Duran was fun. I had forgotten how much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ANDY: At that moment, everything should have been perfect, but privately we were screwed and in turmoil. When we came offstage in Philadelphia there were no congratulatory hugs or friendly smiles. It was like we were completely foreign to each other, and it would be the last time we played together for almost two decades. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, we had quietly (in our ever-so-English way) been falling apart at the seams for many months before Live Aid. In truth, we could barely stand to be in the same room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: John, for bravely declaring that playing together at Live Aid was \u201cfun\u201d in the face of heaps of evidence to the contrary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On why Andy is no longer a member of Duran Duran:<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n
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ANDY: We\u2019d all been to a nightclub, and Nick and I were both fairly drunk when we returned to the house in St. Tropez. For some reason the mood had turned nasty on the way back\u2014probably due to an excess of booze\u2014and Nick started to accuse me of being an embarrassment in the nightclub.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou fell asleep in the club,\u201d he moaned. Ever the Head Boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, you were drunk and made a twat of yourself also,\u201d I hit back. \u201cYou know you can\u2019t fuckin\u2019 dance, and even if I did fall off the table, at least it was in time to the beat, pal.\u201d I probably sounded like a proper smart arse, but my attitude was Fuck you, you Revlon-wearing tosser.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Suddenly we were in a heated argument as each of us continued to accuse the other of being out of order. \u201cDon\u2019t talk to me like that, Nick,\u201d I said. \u201cI didn\u2019t fall asleep.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou fell asleep,\u201d he insisted, squaring up to me aggressively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I thought, Does he seriously want a fucking slap?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNick, don\u2019t wind me up or I\u2019ll fuckin\u2019 whack you, and you are drunk,\u201d I snarled back, and then I physically pushed him out of the way. We were now close to coming to blows and Nick shouted something back along the lines of if he\u2019d had a baseball bat handy he\u2019d have been willing to hit me with it. Ooh<\/em> I was racked with fear\u2014not. I knew he would never break a nail, and I told him where I would firmly insert the bat if he ever tried something like that. In truth, I wanted to break his bloody nose, but I restrained myself, because I didn\u2019t have the heart to hurt him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
JOHN: I\u2019m sorry if I\u2019m being a tease, but it\u2019s not my place to go into all the issues and problems we had. My friendships with all of my bandmates, future and past, are my highest priority. Suffice it to say there had been a lot of water under the bridge, and none of us were great swimmers. \u2026 Why did (Andy) leave? Let\u2019s not call it \u201cmusical differences\u201d for once; let\u2019s call it what it was: Differences!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WINNER: Andy, obviously. John does the mature and responsible thing and takes the highest possible road to preserve his valuable relationships with his friends; Andy aims straight for the gutters. That passage marks the point in the book where Andy loses the plot, and his ever-present-but-mostly-under-control frustration with Nick (\u201cHe shows up late to everything! He brings his girlfriend on tour! He carbon-copies the entire band on his bitchy emails to Simon! He\u2019s snobby and bossy, and he can\u2019t even dance<\/em>!\u201d) boils over into foaming-at-the-mouth insanity<\/em>. It\u2019s not an especially sympathetic breakdown (I love that Andy\u2019s idea of a scathing insult is \u201cHead Boy\u201d; yeah, you sure told him, Andy!), but it is <\/em>entertaining. While Wild Boy<\/em> is a perfectly apt title, part of me is surprised Andy didn\u2019t just go for broke and name his book Fuck You, You Revlon-Wearing Tosser.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
OVERALL WINNER: While both books have merit, I\u2019m awarding the title to\u2026 Simon Le Bon. Oh, sure, Simon has yet to write a book, and has not announced his intention to do any such thing, but between his zest for life, his way with words, his disregard for decorum, his unerring ability to get himself into trouble, his feverish imagination, and his lack of an internal censor, I feel safe in proclaiming that his memoir, whenever he gets around to writing it, will be the Best Thing Ever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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