There's something poetic about the fact that while they were at their height of stardom (such as it was during my high school years -- unavoidably filled with the echos of Journey, Bonnie Tyler, Iron Maiden, etc.), I was never able to see my all-time favorite band in concert . . . and now that things, have, well, devolved to the point that the band members have shilled for Swiffer and have spawned DEVO regenerations . . at long last I am going to see them in concert (later this fall -- VIP tickets, and all).

While I'll admit I was a bit obsessed (oxymoron?), I never bought into their more obscure posturing such as the origin of modern man deriving from the practices of cannibalistic apes (which I enjoyed, as I think the band members did, as a long-running tongue-in-cheek "hey isn't this a laugh" joke).

What I enjoyed then, and what is bringing me to plunk down my hard earned cash now, is this simple fact that I just loved the music, and I loved the spoof on celebrity. I mean, seriously, we buy assloads of fan-related crap for all types of musicians and movie stars, and these guys managed to pitch energy domes and potato themed paraphernalia. There's a perverse genius at work there that I really have to admire. And "Girl You Want" kicks ass.

(PS-- I'll also be pogo-ing to the tunes of When In Rome, Bow-Wow-Wow, A Flock of Seagulls, Animotion, and a number of "one-hits" whose names I can't recall).