Locus Focus: Take Twenty-Six!
Welcome to the Non-Fiction in November Challenge!
A new month, a new theme! =D
I'm considering making December our "Wildcard" Month. No theme: just post about the settings you might have liked to feature over the past few months, if you hadn't been so distracted by my challenges. What do you think?
As for my first featured non-fiction setting . . . I was planning on being really profound this week. I had a great setting from a very philosophical book, and I was planning on waxing poetic. But my blogging muse wasn't interested. He just wanted to rock. To keep him happy, I settled on a book which, for all its good qualities, makes me call its author a "prissy prima donna" whenever I see him on TV.
Wild Boy: My Life in Duran Duran
by Andy Taylor
Welcome to Live Aid. It's a boiling hot summer afternoon and I'm about to perform with Duran Duran at the biggest gig on the planet. I'm standing backstage, from where I can hear the roars of the audience reverberating around the JFK Stadium. The noise is deafening, and I've been told that steam is rising off the crowd because the crew have been hosing people down in the searing heat, just to keep them cool and prevent htem from passing out. The sweet, pungent smell of marijuana is wafting in on the warm, moist waves of air from outside, where hundreds of people are smoking weed, drinking beer, eating pizza and having the time of their lives. Officially, there are supposed to be 90,000 rock fans in stadium; however, the turnstiles have been swamped and they're maybe upward of 120,000 bodies, could be even higher--nobody really knows for sure, but it's stacked to the rafters.
Rock guitarist Andy Taylor's memoirs gave me a nice choice of settings (secularly) sanctified by the music of Duran Duran. I was originally planning on featuring The Rum Runner, the club where Duran were first discovered; and then seriously considered Sri Lanka, where they forever changed the way music videos were filmed. In the end, I settled on the JFK Stadium, where Duran took part in the huge charity rockfest that was Live Aid 1985--for I remain haunted by Taylor's reflection that "as one half of the earth [was] eating and watching, the other half [was] starving."
By the time Taylor came out with his other band The Power Station (minus Robert Palmer), the former group would have been glutted with music. It was already early evening, and the concert in Philadelphia had been going on since mid-morning.
This Week's Other Locus Focus: 84, Charing Cross Road @ Birdie's NestImage Source: Wild Boy by Andy Taylor