But we can call it paradise!

Come on now, you knew that title was coming, didn’t you??

I am blogging from my delightful hotel room at the Grand Hyatt in Atlanta.  We just got back from the show tonight – having dropped off the very last of our (Short) Party Bus passengers (Daily Duranie sponsored a meetup and pre-party before the show, and since we’d heard that grabbing taxis from the show was difficult, we put together a party bus.  It was a lot of fun, and we will definitely do this again for other shows!)  Amanda and I are pretty tired, it has to be said.  Today alone we drove over 6 hours to get here (We were in Biloxi last night), and tomorrow we’ve got yet another 6 hour drive ahead in order to get to Durham.  So far, our little tour has been nothing short of surprising.  It has to be said that no matter how much planning we do – and trust me, Amanda has the tour binder to prove it – we just can’t plan for everything.  Something always ends up being a surprise, and most of the time, it is the shows that make the difference.

Last night in Biloxi, the show was surreal.  I think I stood there in a daze for most of the show, trying to pinch myself to make sure that it was real, that yes I was in fact holding the rail, and yes…that really WAS Dom towering right directly over my playing his guitar.  Unreal. Surreal.  It doesn’t matter. The show itself was lackluster, and as Amanda mentioned, we didn’t live up to our end of the bargain as front row participants either.  Then there was that whole Hungry Like the Wolf song….oh, I’m just kidding, settle down.  I think that having to shorten the setlist didn’t help, and quite honestly the band seemed tired.  (I was too.)

Tonight however, was a completely different story.  To begin with, Amanda and I were not front row.  We were second row, far over on Dom’s side of the stage.  Both she and I were determined to make the show count.  We wanted to enjoy ourselves, let our guard down no matter how incredibly close or far the band stood from us and have a good time.  Then of course, there was the little matter of the weather.  It rained on and off for the afternoon, and while the good citizens of Atlanta might be used to rain, coming from Southern California, I most certainly am not!  The thought of getting rained on while watching the band (Hey, I just got my hair done and it is NOT cute when it’s curly!!) was not enticing.  I watched the sky with way more interest than I ever have before, and when it started pouring at 7pm, I started biting my nails.  Thankfully, by the time we got to the venue on the Short Bus (aptly named I am sure), it was barely sprinkling – and for the most part aside from some VERY large droplets that would occasionally run down my back during the oddest times of the show – I didn’t melt. (Yes, that is a reference to the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz.  My kids believe I melt in rain.  Nice, huh??  No comments…)

Before I forget, I need to make mention of one small ten minute complaint.  Why on earth does Duran Duran think it’s necessary to play that silly short film at the beginning of their set?  Listen, I am a student of the arts.  Sure, I get the visual intention behind the film (Yes Nick, I really do get it), but the trouble is you’re losing the entire audience after about the first 4 minutes – and that’s if they only go to one show!  I knew what was coming after last night, and so as soon as the film started, I checked my phone, knowing I had ten minutes to compose myself and waste a little time. My advice??  Either can the film all together and just play music until its stage time, or cut it to 5 minutes.  Trust me.  We mere mortal fans can only take so much anticipation.

When the band did take the stage, it was clear this was not going to be a repeat of last night within the first minute of Before the Rain.  There was more power, more enthusiasm, and I even think the band was more comfortable with the sizable stage area.  I know I was FAR more comfortable with the amount of dance space I had, since last night I had approximately 32 inches (I’m American and the metric system is not in my vernacular…suffice to say I had no room!) to both occupy and dance within. Tonight I could move of my own free will, and it was welcome.  As the set wore on we danced to everything from Planet Earth to Being Followed, Safe and even Girls on Film at the end of the encore.  Amanda and I took great joy in noticing that Come Undone had been omitted from the set  (time to retire that one for a while), but sadly – I’m still singing along to Hungry Like the Wolf.  I give up.  You got me.  I will “Doo Doo Doo” all the way to my grave as long as Dom is singing it along with me.  So there, I still win.  😀

Another thing I should mention (and yes I know I’m wordy.  You’ve got extra time.  Read on.) Is that John Taylor seemed 6000 Miles better at this show with connecting with the audience.  Yes, Amanda and I talk – what on earth do you think we do on a 6 hour drive?  Listen to Duran Duran songs???  Ha!  (Actually, we do.  We also talk.  A lot. She knows a lot about me.  Probably more than my husband at this point. *gasp*)  I watched John at this show, and he really spent more time smiling and looking at specific people in the audience.  I even saw him throw a pic or two into the crowd.  Now to get one into Amanda’s hands….(oh and yes the pun was intended.  If you’re a John fan, you should know to what pun I’m referring.)

If only the band would listen to me and play Mediterranea….and add Leopard back into the set!!!  It deserves to be there just as much as Safe, if not more.  Then again, I’m just a fan.  What do I know?

So tomorrow Amanda and I, along with a couple of friends will be making the 6 hour trek to the Raleigh-Durham area.   I can hardly wait to get behind the wheel of my rental car (I am so lying…  I will say that although I dearly, DEARLY miss my car at home – the Mazda 3 isn’t horrible.  It’s kind of cute and zippy in its own way. If you see a pearly white one on the road with Tennessee plates – it might be us!)  to make that wonderful drive to yet more uncharted territory (for me, anyway).

In the meantime, I need to settle down and attempt to sleep now. I just wanted to be able to blog now since tomorrow morning I’ll be driving…hey, we did not name this blog “The DAILY Duranie” for nothing!

Oh, and by the way – we are having MAJOR editing problems with our blog client.  You might notice, for instance that Amanda’s blogs were not paragraphed correctly.  Mine seems to have decided that Billboard Charts is the correct label for this blog.  Obviously not.  We are both working on our iPads, and so we need apologize.  The good news?  I think we’ve figured out how to get video working.  Now the key is to actually record video I’m willing to upload for the world to see….

We (Amanda and Rhonda) appreciate discussion and differences of opinion. We respectfully ask that you fully read the blog before bitching us out. If you're only here to take us down a notch, note that we moderate replies (meaning we're not printing rude comments). Thanks a bunch!

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.