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December 22, 2004
Jeff Goldstein's Christmas Wishlist, Circa 1985
He wanted John Taylor's black coat.
I was, as many of you know, I was always more of Nick Rhodes man myself; mascara, light pink lipstick, and fingerless lace gloves always said "Wild Boy" to me.
Not so much to the ladies, alas. The most play I'd tend to get was some chick telling me that Don't You (Forget About Me) was really Simple Minds' worst song ever, and that I really should check out their early stuff. And then asking me if she could borrow my compact.
As if I'd carry around a compact! I mean, I did, but why would you assume that?