BY JOHN B. MOORE
Sticking to the well-worn playbook, Dura Duran bassist John Taylor has finally hit his fourth act.
Like most ‘80s pop stars that once ruled the world (Act 1), plummeted back down to earth once the fans moved on (Act 2) and reunited decades later to hit the festival circuit (Act 3), Taylor has now turned memoirist with the release of his autobiography (Act 4).
Out now in paperback, after a decent run in hardcover, the latest edition of In the Pleasure Groove: Love, Death & Duran Duran includes a new introduction by longtime childhood friend and fellow Durannie Nick Rhodes, who readily admits that he has yet to read the book he is penning the intro to.
While certainly a must read for anyone who has bought any Duran Duran record since the ‘90s, In the Pleasure Groove is hardly a must-read bio for others. Anyone picking up the book looking for juicy inter-band gossip is clearly out of luck. “I’m sorry if I’m being a tease, but it’s not my place to go into all the issues and problems we had,” Taylor writes toward the end of the book. “My friendships with all of my bandmates, future and past, are my highest priority.” That is actually refreshingly admirable, but begs the question, why in hell anyone would bother reading the book. Isn’t that why you read rock bios?
Taylor delves briefly into his addiction with drugs (mainly cocaine and Ecstasy) and then covers his stay in an Arizona rehab, but there is very little drama in the book. He devotes much more time to discussing the band’s obsession with fashion. Talking about Duran Duran’s move to the West Indies to work on a new album, Taylor writes “Duran arrived in Montserrat with an entirely integrated new look, wearing pale earth tones, pastels, pale blue and pink, cream and white.” Seriously.
Much like Duran’s music in the early to mid-‘80s, this book is light and accessible and full of easily forgettable moments after you turn away.