Ultravox really ruined Vienna for my generation. For those of us who were too cool for school, Lead singer, John Foxx, was positively heroic. Bone thin, almost divinely pallid, he droned his way through our bleak existence like a Keats, romance for the drum-machine-driven orchestration of our bleak early Eighties teenage years. Ultravox so nearly had it all. But then he left. And then some pencil-moustached whippet from Scotland turned up, fresh from a baseball-themed band called Slik, and it all went horribly wrong. And popular. Which, when you are too cool for school is pretty much the same thing.
Vienna was kept off the UK charts’ number one spot by Joe Dulce with the utterly dreadful Shutuppa Your Face. This annoys Ultravox a lot. They mention it in every retrospective pop rehash for which they do a talking head spot. Like Vienna is Beethoven or something.
Vienna the city, however, is utterly gorgeous and that dirge by Ultravox is an affront to its charisma, its vastness and its architectural grandeur. Its cracks in the pavement, frankly. It’s one of the must beautiful places I’ve ever been. Here’s some buildings and statues:
And then we went shopping. So much fun. We went to Tiffany’s. Have you ever been? I’m not a jewellery person. I’ve always considered it nice for other people, but not really for me. Books are for me. But Tiffany’s. Goodness. So many diamonds. In Breakfast at Tiffany’s Holly Golightly says that Tiffany’s is the kind of place where nothing bad could happen to you. I don’t know about that but I did come out all relaxed and ‘Ahhhhh’ like they put something in the air vents. I now have a fantasy shopping basket on line with a 1.5k engagement ring in it!MrM had better get working, that’s £21,000 worth of ring 🙂
Shoppng: Tiffany’s is on the right here
That’s me in the blue
And we went for coffee in a famous Viennese cafe where they make amazing cakes. Those lilies on the cake in front, they are all make from icing sugar. Those guys can bake.
Cakes in Vienna
And here’s some other random Viennese pix
In St Stephen’s Cathedral, the light from the stained glass bathes the cathedral in coloured light
Oooh, and we went to see The Kiss by Gustav Klimt. It’s an amazing picture in real like – seven foot high, four feet wide. I gasped at the sight of it. It’s in the Belvedere. A beautiful place.
A cuddle for the Kiss
And then we drive back to Slovenia. A big of a car journey – some five hours, but such an amazing city. We want to go back for at least four days. I want to see the Ferris Wheel from the Third Man, that famous Orson Wells film. And visit some of the other museums and galleries. And not think about Ultravox at all.