(If you’re looking for my Critique Partners Blogfest post, scroll down to the post after this.)
In addition to the Critique Partners Blogfest, today I’m also participating in the Tumble 4 Ya Blogfest, where participants share a picture, video, or something else of the celebrity who most made them tumble during the Eighties. If you weren’t of crushable age back then, you can still post something celebrating an Eighties celeb who makes you tumble now. Those who know me well know my first musical love was The Monkees, that Davy has always been my favorite, and that I’ve been a loyal Monkeemaniac since 1986, but he’s really a Sixties star who experienced a resurgence in the Eighties.
So may I present the handsome, underrated Roger Andrew Taylor, who unfortunately didn’t get so much attention during the Eighties in spite of his fame and good looks.
Regular readers may remember I sort of ended up listening to a lot of Duran Duran while I was writing The Twelfth Time, the sequel to my Russian novel. Since I was an Eighties kid, of course I always liked them, but as a nostalgia band, not a band band. My majority soundtrack for that book was even more surprising, because my big thing has always been oldies and classic rock, not stuff made in my lifetime by people who got famous in my lifetime. But however it happened, it happened, and now I’m glad it happened, since it provided the inspiration for the (future) dramatic finale of my WIP, Justine Grown Up.
I’m partial to Roger because:
He seems like a really sweet guy.
He avoided the spotlight and later quit the band to focus on his family.
He was the only one who stayed away from drugs.
He’s kept his looks very well, probably the best of any of the other guys in the band. (In contrast, Andy Taylor, who was never exactly handsome during the Eighties, now looks creepy as well as fugly.)
I love drummers.
He’s a Brummie. One of my hobbies is genealogy, so I know one of my great-great-grandmas (my maternal grandma’s maternal grandma) was from Birmingham, England too. (I’m only a sixteenth British, but I’ve always thought that’s where my ghost-white skin comes from, since English people tend to have extremely fair skin!)
His second wife is only 40 to his 51, which is a very appropriate age difference. He’s not one of those older guys who takes some 21-year-old trophy wife.
I love men with dark hair and eyes. Personally, I’ve never really been that into blondes, though there are a handful of exceptions.
He’s the Quiet One of his band, and shy, quiet people seem to attract others of their kind. People who know me in real life are often shocked when they discover how prolifically I write, and how long my non-YA books are, because I’m so quiet. But you know what they say about the quiet ones!