Nope. That's not it.
That's not it either.
Definitely NOT it!
Hmmmm. Giorgio looks a lot like Kylie Minogue.
Who the hell is Sander von Doorn?
Okay. That's more like it. Kind of. Can't find a good copy of the original music video for this song, but this particular lip-sync television performance is lame enough to be mildly entertaining.
When I told Julie this song made the cut she said, "Really?! Why?!" Good question, my dearest alt-rock muse!
When the Berlin Wall began to fall in November 1989, there was a sense that the world was about to change in a big way. About a year later, East Germany and West Germany unified. And about a year after that, during the summer of 1991, Jesus Jones had this song--Right Here, Right Now--hit the tops of the charts. With all of the former soviet states declaring their independence one after another, it seems only a matter of time before the U.S.S.R. would collapse. Then, on Christmas Day 1991, the Soviet Union disappeared and Boris Yeltsin became president of Russia.
While I don't remember much about Yeltsin, I do remember that he was quite a character. He was this old man that said whatever he wanted to say and didn't show much restraint in his personal behavior. And he really didn't care much about what all of his radical changes to the government would do to his country. We will never see the Russians elect a president like him again.
Uhhh. Well, maybe they will...someday...maybe.
By the end of 1991, the Cold War world I had grown up in was gone. After that, America was left as the only remaining superpower, and that meant only one thing--I could finally come out of my underground bunker and run a marathon!
Of course, it took me about 5 years after that before I got in good enough shape to run one. But as I stood at the starting line of the St. George marathon amongst thousands of excited people just waiting for the race to begin, the breathy voice of Jesus Jones blasted from the starting line speakers. I remember thinking "Yes! Right here. Right now. This IS the only place I wanna be-EEEEE!" And shortly after the song ended, the starting gun rang out, and thousands of eager, energetic runners cheered and galloped down the desert road in unison. What a rush!
And thirty minutes and five miles later I began to walk, and I remember thinking to myself, "Why am I here right now?" Holy Moses! It hurt so bad!
But I kept on going--walking and running and walking and running and walking and walking and walking--and just didn't stop until 21.2 miles and four hours later, when I hobbled across the finish line.
So this song does double duty for me. First, it reminds me of the passing of my youth and the old world order where the Russians were considered the evil arch-enemies of America--Oh! How I miss those days! And it also reminds me of that sweet adrenaline rush of the first few minutes of my first marathon--something that felt so good I ended up running two more marathons later in life, including one with you, Hondo Joe! So if you've ever wondered who was to blame for all that pain you felt while dragging yourself through Cache Valley with me on a 26.2 mile run, you now know the answer--it was all because of Jesus.
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