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THE EURYTHMICS WOULD BE LYING IF THEY SAID THEY DIDN’T ENJOY IT
“They’re just so fucking boring,” the oddly-accented writer’s voice is informing a novice eddy-tor over the phone.
February 1, 1984


“They’re just so fucking boring,” the oddly-accented writer’s voice is informing a novice eddy-tor over the phone. “One hit wonders all the way.”
“But Iman,” asks the panic-prone Eddy (eddy: a current of water or air running contrary to the main current) in a quivering voice, “they’re on their second hit right now!"