NOBODY IN HERE BUT US HUMANS!
Phil Oakey, Joanne Catherall and I ride the elevator up to their record company’s offices together. We’d never met, but I knew they were pop stars right away. I could tell by their sneakers. These sneakers were covered with some kind of shining, shimmering reflective glitter.
NOBODY IN HERE BUT US HUMANS!
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by Richard Grabel
Phil Oakey, Joanne Catherall and I ride the elevator up to their record company’s offices together. We’d never met, but I knew they were pop stars right away. I could tell by their sneakers.
These sneakers were covered with some kind of shining, shimmering reflective glitter. Dazzling. Only pop stars, in my mortal reasoning, could have such sneakers. But though I knew these must be pop stars, I doubted they were the Human League ringleaders I’d come to interview.
The Human League, after all, had been the first of the British style-and-synth-pop bands to break big in America. When they toured in support of the phenomenal Dare album, Joanne appeared as a disco doll perched appealingly between glamorous and cute, while Phil sported a dashing haircut with a fringe flopped over one eye, eyeliner and clothes that at least tried to convey the impression of elegance. Definitely an image band.