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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Bookmarks: John Taylor

Splendid work by BBC News, which invites John Taylor to re-answer questions he first took from Number One and Smash Hits back when he was the most famous cheekbones on the planet:

Q: Why are you a tax exile? (Smash Hits Book of Personal Files, November 1986)

JT: "I didn't know I was. The only time we took a year out was '83 and I don't remember planning it in advance. It was just served up for us - this is what we're going to do. We were recording the difficult third album. We did it in the south of France, the Caribbean and finished it off in Sydney. These days I go backwards and forwards between the States and here and it's all the same tax wise."

In the Smash Hits grilling, he was quoted as saying he did not see why, "with a career that may at best last five years", he should give 70% of his earnings to the government. He says now: "I don't have a problem with tax."


Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Let's hope they didn't get the painting in the attic

It's not quite part of the indie crime wave, but sucks anyway: John Taylor (Duran, not Queen) has had a break-in. Apparently they made off with "personal items" and a safe.

Don't worry, LAPD are on the case:

LA police officer Mike Lopez said: “Fingerprints were found at the scene.”

Good news. Apparently they're looking for Simon LeBon.


Thursday, February 06, 2003

The sound of feet dashing to catch a bandwagon

The ever reliable remember the eighties - although they should consider renaming themselves The 80's - A Warning From History - reports that the latest totally unwanted revival is of Modern "Ay-ay-ay-ay-Moosey" Romance, a band who even at the time not even Look-In could muster much excitement over. More encouragingly, the Most Beautiful Man in the world (or at least Duran Duran, or at least on the days when Nick Rhodes looked like crap) John Taylor is apparently working with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. But John, don't save a Yeah for me now...

... I'm sorry, I think Local Radio got into my brain.