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I replied to a comment on the blog today and it really kind of got to me, I suppose.  It’s about that feeling of inclusion.  It’s funny how a fan community can give the opportunity to experience two completely opposing feelings. (amongst a plethora of others)  On one hand, a fan community, or fandom, can make someone feel included.  After all, a community is defined by as a social, religious, occupational, or other group sharing common characteristics or interests and perceived or perceiving itself as distinct.  By definition if you’re in a community, you should feel as though you’re included in the group, right?  On the other side of that coin, and that’s the feeling of isolation.  I am pretty certain I’m not the only member of this fan community that has not felt isolated at one moment or another…whether that’s due to location, circumstance, or in result of the direct acts of others.  

I think everyone recognizes what it feels like to be isolated.  It’s not all that much fun.  A concert or tour could be announced and if you’re not able to go, it’s easy to feel like the odd-man out.  It’s difficult to go on Facebook or Twitter and not see the tour being talked about or plans being made.  Those who are in any other part of the world aside from the US or even the UK have probably had it with the those of us who are lucky enough to have a tour to talk about.  I can’t blame them.  It’s isolating at times.  Then there are the moments before and definitely after a show – it’s those moments where you’ve made plans to get together with people and then suddenly realize that plans are being made without you, or…as a few of my friends have experienced (as well as I) in their lives as Duranies, friends suddenly vanish after a show and don’t answer calls or return texts, then when you finally hear about where they were; they are either as cloudy about the details as tule fog in the central valleys of California or even better – the proceed to brag about meeting up with the band, “completely by chance! Oh my gosh, we met them and ________________ was so nice….look, I even have my picture with them!  What did YOU guys do?”   I love that one.  I’m to the point now where I will go to the trouble of replying “Well gee, you’d have known what we were up to if you’d bothered to check your phone or answer a text!”  Perhaps I’m giving certain fans within our community too much credit when I say that I am pretty sure they know exactly how rude this is to people they call friends, but yes, I do think they know exactly what they’re doing.  Daily Duranie gets the occasional email or comment, and I feel horrible when I read incidents like the above.  I know that feeling and I know it well, my friends.

I’ve never been a part of that “special” group.  You know the one – the group that always looks like they have fun, that they’ve walked off the cover of a magazine, the one that can consistently break the rules and still end up getting exactly what they want in the end.  Nothing goes bad for these people even when they’re met with what I would think to be bad situations…and they always know where the party is going to be.  Perhaps it’s because they themselves are the party.  I have no idea.  I just know I’ve never been in that group.  Not in middle school, not in high school…college is a bit of a blur….and definitely not now.  What’s funny is that I have friends, although maybe they’re really just acquaintances, in that cool group.  I always have, but for a variety of reasons, I am not even remotely close to being cool enough to be included.  From my point of view, it’s probably OK to go to a show with me, or make plans to share a room with me if there’s no one else to share costs with, but it’s not OK to include me on the plans for the cool kids – whether those are for before or after a show.  What’s amusing to me, as a completely uncool person, is that while these cool people seem oblivious to what they’re doing – it’s completely crystal clear to those of us who aren’t being included.  We get it.  While I might not be of the quality necessary to be invited to after show plans, I can see what’s going on around me without too much of a problem and I definitely get the point.  

I’m sure that most of the rest of you are nodding your heads about now.  Let’s face it, the real minority around here aren’t the uncool people.  It’s not those of us who are left in the dust after a show, only to spin around and say “Hey, where did everybody go?”…the real minority are the chosen few, the “cool” people.  The people who are in the know, who have the information, who somehow always seem to find themselves where the real party is after a show. (whether the band is there or not – I want to make that clear, because while I know finding the band after a show is a fun hobby to have, that’s not the point of this blog.)  So I ask, why is it that we feel so isolated when it’s obvious that there’s more uncool people like me than there are the chosen few?!?    Don’t you all feel lucky to be included with me!?  (that’s my sarcasm at work there!)

Sure, I could probably get angry.  I could probably decide that I’m done dealing with this particular fandom and walk away, or I could just decide to have fun anyway.  I know I’m never going to be the kind of fan that a band member or one of their people walks up to and says “Hey, we’re going to _______________ after the show, hope you can make it.”  (I’m always a little surprised by the chosen few that ARE given that kind of information, to be honest – but I’m not going to get into that here.)  That said, I *am* the type of fan and friend that wants to have fun with friends before AND after the show.  I want to be able to laugh and talk and socialize just like anyone else, and if you’re like that too, then we need to meet!  No need to feel isolated any longer, my friends.

With that in mind, I need to give out some updated information for our get together prior to the Chicago show on October 21st.  Due to circumstances beyond our control (i.e. our original choice of venue for our meet up wants to charge me a ridiculous bottle service charge in order to make reservations or else we have to wait outside in line and hope for a table), we have to move our meetup to the following:

Hoyt’s Tavern – Hotel71.  71 E. Wacker Drive Chicago

Our reservations are set for 5pm and the hotel/restaurant is less than a mile from the venue.  I’m sorry for the change, but there was no way to accommodate everyone otherwise.  We still hope to see you there!!  


No news is good news?

So today is Thursday…and I am still on vacation in San Diego. I’ve tried keeping up with the DD news this week, and that’s been very easy!

Unfortunately, the world of Duran is very quiet is week…and aside from Dom Brown’s studio mic not working…I have to think that no news is good news. I haven’t even seen anything from Roger about his newest family member arriving. I certainly hope things are going well and that he’ll share the good news soon. It’s amazing how difficult it is to find things to write about when there is no news or while attempting to blog on an iPad. I forgot my keyboard dock at home, and let me just say that I won’t make THAT mistake twice!

Everyone else seems to be off doing their own thing, enjoying their summers…which is exactly what I plan to do in a moment here. today we’re off to spend the day at Sea World. My little one is very excited to see Shamu!

Sorry for the short blog today…I’ll be back in full force on Monday! -R

A Short History Lesson

Did you know that on February 3rd (today’s date) in 1959, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper died in a small plane crash near Clear Lake Iowa?

I realize that for probably many of you – especially if you’re not from the US as I am – you’ve never heard of these people.  I’m happy to say that I wasn’t even a twinkle in my mom’s eye when this incident happened (which happens very rarely these days)!  From what my Rock and Roll Music History classes from college and beyond taught me (yes, I took 3 semesters of Rock and Roll history classes…some helped me towards my minors in music theory, and some I took for fun, believe it or not!), Ritchie, Buddy and The Big Bopper were mainly hitting in the US those days, and they were all just starting to make themselves really known when the plane crashed on that fateful day.

Why am I bringing this to your attention then?  Up until very recent times, radio was king.  If anyone wanted to make it big in the US, radio (and of course I mean LAND based radio, because that’s all there was!) was the way to do it.  Radio didn’t always play music, though.  My parents both remember(ed) the day when radio served the purpose of being the center of family entertainment.  They’d gather around the radio in the evenings, listening to programs and letting their imaginations provide the pictorials.   It wasn’t really until the mid-50’s that rock and roll music FIRST started being played with any kind of regularity – and then radio stations as we know them to be started cropping up.  Of course I’m glossing over Tin Pan Alley (30’s and 40’s) and the fact that when rock and roll was first being played a la Elvis Presley – the “establishment” completely freaked out!  They tried to ban rock and roll because it was the work of the “devil”!  Good old days, indeed.    Ever heard of payola?  That was back in the day when the music industry started losing it’s integrity. (bet you never thought it ever had any!) Imagine the horror when the public found out that music industry executives were actually paying radio stations to play certain artists.  I’m sure you are all completely shocked.   It’s OK, take a moment, compose yourselves.  I’ll wait.

Yes, those were the days.  So why is it such a big deal to remember Ritchie Valens (aside from the fact that he was the first artist of Hispanic origin to get any kind of radio play on US radio),  The Big Bopper and Buddy Holly?  They paved the way for those that came later.  While I’m sure that many believe that The Beatles – The Fab Four –  were the ones who paved the way for Duran Duran to come here much later; the fact is, had it not been for Elvis Presley, and later people like Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper (his real name is JP Richardson) and Ritchie Valens, American radio could have likely taken a completely different turn.  It’s not about the type of music they played, or really even where they individually came from, it’s simply about the fact that they were everything that made American land-based radio a phenomenon that changed and influenced American pop culture forevermore.

During a week where we’re remembering our own beginning as Duran Duran fans, it’s important to acknowledge the real history that made all of that possible.


Happy 2011!!!

I am going against the time-honored plan of Daily Duranie and posting not one, but two blogs in one day in order to wish all of our readers (and your friends, because of course we want you to tell your friends!!) a very Safe, Healthy and Happy New Year!!

2011 is going to be a fantastic year to be a fan, and I know I speak for Amanda as well as myself in saying that we can’t wait to see and meet many of you when the band finally announces dates and goes on tour!  It’s sure to be a great time!!

Have a fantastic New Year everyone!!  See you in 2011!

South Africa saga, Day 2

It’s 12:25 in the afternoon my time here in lovely Southern California, and I have yet to write today’s blog.  I’ve been sitting here, scouring the boards and trying to come up with something “smart” to write for the better part of the morning as our construction team is downstairs ripping out our fireplace.  If I were a better writer, I would probably be able to make some sort of fantastic parallel between the demolition of the fireplace and the reconstruction of my family room to the band and their current state of “remodeling” with the upcoming album. (All You Need is Now, available on iTunes on December 21.  How’s that for a free plug?!?)

One day later in the South African show cancellation saga and the news continues to spur speculation within the community.  The news articles coming out of South Africa continue to blame low ticket sales for the cancellation, and there have been no further updates from the band.  The truth is that we fans may never know the entire truth behind the dates being cancelled, and we are probably going to have to be OK with that.  That said, I can’t help but fan the flames of the speculation fire a bit by saying that perhaps the truth is somewhere in the middle of “the tour promoter defaulted on the contract” (notice that no reason was given as to WHY the promoter defaulted) and “low ticket sales”.  Other news bytes on the topic quote the promoter as saying that they tried to renegotiate fewer dates with the band as a result of the low ticket sales, but they were not able to come to a favorable resolution with the bands management.

Oddly enough, after one looks into the venues where the band was slated to play – the story seems to become clearer to some extent.  The band was to be performing 5 shows throughout  South Africa: one in Durban, two in/around Johannesburg, and two in Cape Town. The venue in Durban accommodates 15,000; the venue in Cape Town from 8-10,000.  Those are large venues, to say the least.  It isn’t a surprise if the ticket sales really were lower than expected, but that would seem to me to be on the shoulders of the promoter.   Chances are, the promoter realized the shows would not come close to being sold out, tried to back out on the agreement, and the band held their ground.  Whether it was a mistake for the band to back out on the chance to play ANY South African shows is up for others to decide.  

Other writers from South Africa have touched upon the subject today (you can read one article here ), and they’ve painted a far less positive picture.  As a fan, I have to wonder how it is that Roxette can sell tickets well and Duran Duran was not – although once you read the article it’s pretty clear: Roxette sold 5000 tickets for 3 shows coming up in May.   These South African shows were not given nearly the same amount of sales time between announcement, onsale date and show, and if that’s not enough to convince the naysayers out there, 5,000 tickets is only 1/3 of the capacity of just one of the venues that Duran Duran was to play during their 5 show run.  Doesn’t seem as though the author is truly comparing apples to apples….

Regardless, the speculation will go on.  In the meantime, I will sit and listen to the roar of saws, nail guns and hammering in my house!  Who had the crazy idea of taking out the fireplace and getting new flooring anyway?!?   (um, that would be me!)


Happy Thanksgiving

I’m sorry for my tardiness in getting today’s edition of Daily Duranie out!  As most readers know, I’m the mom of 3 – their ages span from 13 (and she tells me that she’s “almost 14” now, which threatens to add more worry lines to my face at every passing moment) down to two and a half.  They are all home today, and we’ve been working hard to get the house into order and some of the cooking done for tomorrow, because for America – it’s Thanksgiving.

With tomorrow being our holiday of giving thanks, I would like to give out my own thanks here on the blog.  I know it’s not very Duran-related, but I’ll do my best!

I am thankful for my writing partner Amanda, because she continues to make me laugh, make me think about things differently…and let’s face it, she’s one heck of a touring partner.  Looking forward to 2011!!!!

I am thankful for my Duranie friends, both those that have come to mean far more to me, and those that I’ve only walked a short time with along the way.

I am thankful for our crazy, mixed up fan community.   We are a fantastic case study…that’s all I can say.  I look forward to seeing all of you on tour next year!

I am thankful for  because it was my very first Duran home away from home.  My best friends were met through that site, and I often wonder where I would have ended up without it!

I am thankful for my family, as insane as it is.  We’ll just leave it at that.  😀

I am thankful for the band…because without it, I’d probably be stuck writing about 60’s pop culture, or maybe nothing at all!  It’s about the music, the friends, the constant learning, and the constant complaining we all do about whatever decision you’ve made most recently.  Good times, good times.  🙂   I laugh and poke fun, but what you give us, your blood, sweat, tears and music – are truly a gift.  Thank you….can’t wait to see you all on tour even if you have NO idea who I am.  (perhaps that’s a good thing)

Thank you readers.  I hope our blog makes you laugh, and maybe even think a little.  We might not always hit the nail on the head with what you believe, but I hope it at least gives you something to think about.

Happy Thanksgiving – whether or not you live in the US and celebrate the holiday, I believe we all have something to be thankful for.  Peace!


Fever Pitch

I know that there is probably a ton of news that I should be commenting on this morning – but I’m going to be honest and say that at this moment, there is far too much rumor, not enough in the way of fact – and it’s all completely overwhelming to me for processing.  With that in mind, I’m going off on a completely different tangent today.

Has anyone out there ever seen the movie “Fever Pitch”?  Alright…probably all of you at this point.  I’m very late to the party on this one, but if you saw my kids and saw my daily schedule, you would understand.  This weekend, I had the opportunity to sit and watch the movie with my friends, who were visiting from out of town.  I had heard about this movie, and had been told that there were quite the number of parallels between the movie and my real life as a Duranie.  I have to admit I was skeptical, purely because I couldn’t imagine someone being THAT obsessed about a baseball team.  Never mind MY real life…

It became pretty clear within the first few seconds of the movie that I’d be able to identify with the main character (Jimmy Fallon).  He plays a single guy named Ben who is a school teacher, but is also a Red Sox fan.  “Fan” is probably putting it very mildly.  He’s completely obsessed, from the sheets on his bed down to the shower curtain in his bathroom and the “artwork” on his walls.   (at this point I would like to make it clear that I do NOT have Duran Duran on every wall in my house.  Only in my closet.   Hmm.  What is that really saying about me?  Another subject for yet another blog, methinks.)  Much of the movie is about how Jimmy’s character deals with his life as a Red Sox fan and how he can make that fit into his life as someone’s partner; or perhaps it’s the other way around – how his partner (Drew Barrymore) is able to deal with Ben’s life as a Red Sox fan.

Before I go headfirst into how this art imitates my life, my very favorite part of the entire movie is when Ben receives his season tickets for the year.  He’d been a season ticket holder since he was a child, and yet each year when that package arrives, he acts as though it is Christmas morning.  He races down to the UPS van, scribbles his signature on the electronic pad to sign for it, then races back up to his apartment.  He waits until his friends (all of which are fellow Red Sox fans) to get to his apartment, then he opens the package.  They all grab sheets of the tickets, admire them, and then smell them – commenting on the smell of the cardboard and ink.  This scene, fellow readers – I am very familiar with!  I know what it feels like to anticipate tickets arriving in the mail.  I know how anxious I am to open the package, and yet I want to wait to experience the moment with the very people who get me best, and I know exactly what the smell of ink on cardboard is like, and how crisp the thin cardboard feels in my hand, the bumps of the untorn perforations of the ticket stub on my fingertips, and the sharpness of the corners.  It was a scene that any fan of just about any thing should be able to recognize themselves in.

The trouble within the movie is that not everything is perfect when you are an obsessed fan.  It  is very difficult to draw the line between the fandom and normal every day life, even more so when you are involved in a relationship with someone who is not quite as big of a fan, or if you have a family.  Sacrifices must be made, and often times – it is the fandom that is sacrificed.   At one point in the movie, Ben is faced with choosing between the love of his girlfriend or the love of his team, and another character (oddly enough, it’s a kid) says to him “I know you love the Sox, but do they love you back?”

I know that question, and I know it well.  There’s an argument to be made on both sides.  To begin with, of course the Sox don’t LOVE anyone back, per se.  They are a team.  Baseball is a sport – it’s not a personal relationship; in the same way that Duran Duran are a music group and our “relationship” with them truly ends at the concert stage or CD player.  I feel 100% confident than no one in the group knows my name, and they absolutely could not pick me out of the crowd at a concert, much less love me in the way that my kids or my husband know me and love me.  The best I can hope for is a wink and a smile when I see them at a show, and that’s fine.  (to be honest, I’d be far more concerned if they DID know my name…)  That said, I’m not sure that love is really the right question to ask.  The Sox have provided the right backdrop or background for relationships to be made in the very same way that we Duran fans have our fan community.  In fact, the season ticket holders have held their same seats for so long, they’ve become a family.  When Ben comes to the opening game each year, it’s like a family reunion.  He knows not only the history of the team, but also the history behind the other fans seated around him.  He’s seen people grow up, grow old and pass on; just as those of us in Duranland have done.  Yes, we have our differences.  No, we’re not friends with every single other Duranie, but we’re still a family.  Ultimately, I believe that my fandom is part of what makes me – Rhonda – myself.  If I took that away, if I stopped being a Duranie, or stopped following the band, I would honestly be changing who I really am.  I guess that’s what happens when you follow a band as closely as I have, or as you readers have, for almost 30 years now.  Being a Duranie is a part of my personality, and I have to embrace that, or I lose my own identity.   Of course, my husband sees it far differently I am sure.  I’ve been married now for almost 16 years, and I think that for my husband, he looks at my obsession with Duran Duran as being a choice.  I “choose” to read the message boards, I “choose” to go to concerts, etc. etc.  I can’t argue that it’s not a choice (that would sound more like an addiction, and while I know many feel as though it might be at this point – I’m going with the idea that it’s not for this blog!), but I see it as the same thing as choosing to quit a career, or getting divorced at this point.  Both of those things: changing careers, getting divorced – change you as a person.  They are life changing events.  Not being a Duranie would be life changing for me at this point, even if my husband thinks I’m crazy for saying so.  (love you dear!)   As much as my crazy Duranie behavior drives my husband crazy at times, my husband wouldn’t want me to change such a big part of what makes me the person he loves anymore than I would want that for him, just as the ending resolution of Fever Pitch.  We work with what we’ve got, and apparently most of the time, it works out rather well.

The weekend with my Duranie friends is now over – I dropped all 3 of them off at the airport this morning, with agreements to have a full conference call as soon as tour dates or other equally exciting information descends upon us.  I miss the laughter of my three “sisters from other mothers” in my house, but I can’t really be that sad, our next adventure is right around the corner!


Instant Connection

As you reading this blog, the two partners of this blog and their friends are all together in the first time in over a year.  The four of us became instant friends when we met each other in person at the convention in 2004.  While it could be argued that this is something unique to our friendships, I actually would argue that this is a common occurance among fans. 

Over the course of my years, I have met many people in the name of fandom.  While most of those people are part of the Duran Duran fandom, some are not.  Yet, the immediate connection has been felt, no matter the fandom.  Why is that?  Why do fans bond so quickly with other fans?  Yes, it could be said that fans typically share commonalities like race, age, gender, etc.  They may be the case but I do not believe that this is what makes the connection happen so strongly and so easily.  It isn’t that we establish our friendship on these basic, obvious elements of who we are but on something deeper, much more personal.

When someone becomes part of a fandom, it is because the object of that fandom (in our case, Duran Duran) grabbed a hold of the person, emotionally.  That band/team/author/movie/actor made us feel passionately.  In many ways, we fall in love when we become fans as we feel such extreme joy, excitement, happiness as we become more and more interested (obsessed!).  This love often translates into spending a lot of time on the fandom, thinking a lot about it, and even making a committment (in our case, that has included YEARS of being fans as well as working on projects devoted to it).  Thus, when one fan meets another fan, there is instantly understanding.  We both know how the other person feels on some level since we both love the same thing.  Often, our choice of loving this over that says something about us as people as well.

Why did we become fans of Duran?  Obviously, I can list and describe many, many reasons why we think Duran is wonderful, talented, etc.  The truth is that, for some reason, they made us feel good.  Maybe they were an escape from frustrating daily lives, for some.  For others, they represent nothing but happiness and parties.  It doesn’t matter, specifically, what drove us to love them over other bands or other things.  What matters is that we did and that decision (conscious or not) was and is personal.  It is a part of who we are in a way that is much different than what we do for a living or where we grew up.  It is pure emotion.  After all, people don’t become fans with their heads but with their hearts.  Thus, when we meet other fans, it is often like meeting people whose hearts know and understand each other already.  That may (does) sound sappy but I believe it to be true.  This heart-to-heart connection starts with the fandom, but often and easily moves into other avenues because of this instant understanding. 


The Return of the White Jazz Shoe

I’m pretty sure every Duranie within reach of a computer is aware that Duran Duran played with Mark Ronson and Business Int’l on the 28th in Birmingham.   I’ve watched the videos myself “a few times”, and of course I’ve been keeping one eye pretty much glued to the computer all week, just in case the band decides to spring dates on us with 2 hours to presale or something.  (Can you tell I’ve been around a while??)   Besides writing this glorious blog, we also keep up with Twitter. (friend us – we’re @dailyduranie)  Yesterday, Mark Ronson (@iamMarkRonson) posted a picture taken by none other than Nicholas Rhodes.  The picture was taken backstage – and by Mark’s own description it was “artsy”.  Well, I took a gander;  lo and behold, there were white jazz shoes on the floor, and certainly not just one pair!

I remember white jazz shoes fairly well – I lived in them when I was in about 8th grade.  They were some of the most comfortable (and easy to take care of thanks to white shoe polish!) shoes I’ve ever had!  I believe I even ditched my beloved Vans to wear them most of the year.  🙂    By the following year though, their popularity had wained in favor of whatever else came “in-style”.  I can’t seem to recall, but I think it might have been the ankle boot – I know I had a pair of those my freshman year of high school.  Then again, I was never a fashion maiden.  *sigh*

Regardless, my joy at seeing the jazz shoe was quickly cast aside as I realized that I must REALLY be getting old.  Not only did I live through the fashion once, but it’s already making a second trip around!  *gasp*   This line of thinking isn’t especially helpful to someone who is already having a “slight issue” with turning 40 next month (for crying out loud I bought “reviving” eye cream for the first time yesterday!!), but I digress.   The item of interest here really isn’t MY age…it’s that the band isn’t exactly getting younger either.

As a fan, I really try not to notice the small things.  Yes, they’ve all acquired some character lines.  Yes, it’s true that John doesn’t really bleach his bangs any longer (he doesn’t even really wear bangs), it’s also true that Nick hasn’t shown up with red, green, orange or even purple hair in a very long time.  (I have to wonder if his platinum blonde is a genius way of disguising his true white hair…or if it’s really from a bottle….or none of the above!)  I just try not to notice because you know – ignorance can be bliss.  If they haven’t aged, neither have I, right?   The thing is, when I saw the jazz shoes yesterday, I did think about the fact that they aren’t the young kids they once were.  How long can they really keep going?  (I hope a very long time – I plan to be wheeling my oxygen tank in to shows with me if need be!)  They can provide rocking chairs for those of us still around – and I won’t even care if they play sitting down. 🙂

I don’t know if other fans really think about the inevitable “end” to Duran Duran.  I do.  There was a point a few years back when I’d really felt as though I’d had enough.  I felt as though I’d gotten the closure I’d needed, and I didn’t think the shows really excited me the way they’d used to.  I almost felt as though I was giving in to the fact that I’d finally grown up past the band.  I was very angry with them for putting out an album that I *still* feel was a complete sell out. (that album was Red Carpet Massacre, and yes – for the record I *STILL* feel that way, and I’d tell that to the band themselves if I ever had the opportunity.)  I just didn’t think that I could get behind the band and feel like a real fan again.  I didn’t go to shows for a while, both because of the album and because I was pregnant with my third child.  Then they came back for some shows on the east coast, and I went.  At first, I half-heartedly enjoyed the shows.   Then something clicked with me and I think I realized that every single time I go to see them could be the last time, so I’d better enjoy it.

I really don’t know how I’ll react when the inevitable day comes and the band is finished.  I honestly don’t know ANY fan who truly knows how they’ll react.  I suppose it will feel as though a very close family member, or even a part of myself, has just died.  I can’t even begin to fathom what the reality will hold for any of us at the time.  I just know that I will continue to go and enjoy each show as though it could be the last.

All we really need is now….and a good pair of white jazz shoes.


New Album Title – the sequel!

So John Taylor tells Katy that the new album is to be named All You Need is Now.  Quite a departure from King of Nowhere, I’d say.  🙂  

Where King of Nowhere could possibly be very telling as to the bands’ overall mood at times, if I’m going to be fair and truthful to all that has ever been Duran Duran, All You Need Is Now is probably a much better title for one of their albums.
I don’t think Duran Duran has ever really been the brooding type of band, so sunk into reality that they can’t see the beauty in just living.  No, I think the band has probably been just the opposite.  Simon himself said in one of the promo videos for the Astronaut album that the band is about pure joy (as was the song [Reach up for the] Sunrise, off of that same album).  The band has always been about enjoying the here and now, and let’s face it – if All You Need is Now is to be the next album title – that truly embodies the full spirit.  
Even more interestingly to me were the reactions from the fans as the community contemplated King of Nowhere as the album title, and once again All You Need is Now.   With King of Nowhere, many fans were disappointed – they felt the title was too depressing, too negative – and some were even concerned that it was going to end up being a self-fulfilling prophecy. (clearly those fans haven’t been around since Astronaut – the last album title was Red Carpet MASSACRE, folks.)   Last night, I took a peak around some of the boards after this latest news was announced, and amazingly enough, the fan community as a whole reacted far more positively, saying that the title reminded them of the type of hope, love and joy that they believe the band stands for.  
I think that the fantasy life – the yacht, the wealthy (young) men, the models, the champagne, the exotic locations – is the package that once sold the world on Duran Duran.  It’s not just one part of it, it was the sum of all of the parts that made the group what we know it.  Many of those same fans are around today, and I can’t speak for all of them, but for me, my reality is pretty far from the life Duran Duran once portrayed in their videos and songs.  The band is still very much an escape at times (heck I even travel to shows in order to escape from the present!), and during those times – I really do try to live in that present.  I only get a weekend or two a year at the very most to spend with my friends, and when you’ve only got those few moments – you tend to try and only live in that moment, right?
Even back in “reality”, living in the now is a lesson all of us should learn.  Not long ago, my father was very ill, and while I would sit and worry and ask him how he was feeling – he would constantly tell me not to think about it.  “What will happen will happen, but while you’re alive, you need to LIVE.”   I don’t think I ever understood that until the day he died.  It’s a simple, but very difficult lesson to put into practice….and I stand even more fascinated that the band is continuing to teach and challenge their fans, should they take the effort to look a little deeper than the surface.