There is nothing about you playing that 2005 Duran Duran tour DVD so loud that I can hear it over my window unit that is not just so sad and weird, middle aged neighbor bro. I shan’t judge if you want to spin “Girls on Film” or “Rio” and even though “Come Undone” is lowly treacle a girl I loved put it on a mix tape for me so it gets a pass, too, but recent live versions with huge Warrant-drums?
That’s just depressing, is all.