Lesson #1: The most inefficient way to kill yourself is to freeze yourself to death in your empty apartment.
Lesson #2: You CAN get the Brat Pack to star in your video, as long as it’s only to sit an alley and stare at you, wondering why they’re in a music video.
Lesson #3: While Rob Lowe maintained his prettiness over time, I would hate to be the judge of the Judd Nelson v. Andrew McCarthy Puppydog Eye Match.
But I still love Emilio Estevez the best.
The first time I saw this video, I was sitting on the floor of Amy Brezovsky’s living room, eating popcorn, at 12:30 on a Friday night. We had just gotten through doing our own videos upstairs (mine was “Like a Surgeon”) and ran downstairs to catch FNV.
I find his pants every bit as amazing as I did that night.
In which George Michael has worried parents, wears leather, dances with other leather-clad boys in an alley, and looks disinterested in a skanky woman. How did no one know?
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