“Here am I making sure you get your share…”
I admit it! I watched VH1’s ‘Bands Reunited’ tonght. I tuned in on a whim, and much to my delight, the attempted reunion of eighties band Berlin was the series lead-off. I used to love this band with a passion (due in great part to Terri Nunn’s nummy voice) and grieved when ‘Take My Breath Away’ was tagged for the ‘Top Gun’ soundtrack. I knew for the most part that it would be the beginning of the end for them.
I adore their album ‘Love Life’. It has the proud distinction of being one of the first compact discs I ever owned (I bought it on cassette as well), thus making it one of the oldest in my collection from a purchase standpoint. It’s one of those albums that, when I pull it out, I listen to obsessively for a couple weeks because it’s just so damned good from start to finish (while I’m thinking about it, ditto for INXS’s ‘Kick’). Oddly enough, I unshelved it about two weeks ago and have been shimmying around the house to it since then.
It’s strange, the way their reunion touched me; maybe this marks me as a geezer, but I fully related to the trepidation of reuniting with someone that has been placed at a distance because of time and geography and (most importantly) emotion. You know in your heart and entrails that it could be magic or maudlin, but you’re not quite sure which: ‘Welcome to the cliff. Now please step off and see if you are dashed to smithereeeeens. Oh yeah, there’s a chance you could float, as well.’
sidenote: M’dearest Dave Diamond, You are the FIRE for kissing Nunn’s tits upon first seeing her again. Love, Your Pal Jett /sidenote
I’m glad these guys got together. It made my day, in a strange sort of way. In another curious bit of serendipity, I see that Romeo Void is the next episode (I look forward to this one, as well); on my way back from my parents’ after the holidays, I happened to pick up one of their albums for two bucks at a little shop on the edge of nowhere. It seems the yokels don’t appreciate punchy, engaging lyrics, YAY ME!
I’m liking the notion of this series, and fully plan on tuning in for the Flock of Seagulls (they played 5 Points Music Hall back in ‘96, which I garnered free tix to), Frankie Goes To Hollywood (another one I pulled out a couple weeks ago…it’s been eighties flashback month here in the World O’ Superior, I swear), The Alarm and (ooooh, torn on this one) maybe even Extreme episodes. Not that I watch much, anyway, but finally something tasty in the stagnant pool of teevee!
Nothin’s gonna top the Berlin show for me personally, however. Terri Nunn, you be looking goooood, girl. And John? Your self-conscious reticence was sweetly endearing. Thanks for the fresh moment, y’all, and for the musical memories.
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