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What Were We Thinking?!!?

Here it is!!! It seems like we have been waiting for this day forever! I know I’m exaggerating here but it does feel that way. Our summer 2012 tour is here! We have been preparing since those very first shows were announced. When we saw the Durham show announced in like April, I knew we had to go. It was summer, after all, and my sister lives in a nearby city. It was perfect. Without too much thought about the overall tour, I went and purchased those VIP tickets when the presale took place. Since then, of course, we have built around that show. We added Biloxi, Atlanta and Portsmouth. Four shows seem to really work for us, at least that number served us well in the UK. After adding other shows, we booked flights, reserved hotel rooms and a rental car and organized meet ups. Now, after all the preparing, organizing and getting those details set, it is here!

Today started super ridiculously early for me as my first flight was at 6 am. This doesn’t sound too bad but then you remember that you cannot just arrive at the airport at five minutes to 6. Yet, I reminded myself of a little phrase that Rhonda and I like to utter at times. “All things Duran are worth it,” or so we say. Thus, an early morning flight is worth it, right? Of course, this phrase will really be tested tomorrow. Why? What is tomorrow you all might ask? Well, it is the day of the Biloxi show. Yeah, and? What is the big deal there? Obviously, we have done many shows before this. This one, though, is GA. I’m so NOT a fan of GA, or general admission. I have friends who love GA. It seems that they love the atmosphere of getting there early, waiting in line, not knowing where you will end up. Perhaps, they have ended up with good seats, which, I suppose could make them worthwhile. So, why the big deal for us? Let me explain.

 First, Rhonda and I are not big fans of weather. Really, I am not a big fan of any weather except for weather that I can enjoy from the comfort of the climate controlled indoors. More specifically, Rhonda and I don’t enjoy heat and humidity. While the Midwest, where I live, has experienced a horribly hot summer, I doubt that I’m anywhere near prepared to deal. I don’t go outside much. Speaking of that, who’s brilliant idea is it of Hard Rock there to have the GA line outside?! Is this some sick way of torturing fans? Do fans lining up look badly to other customers there? I don’t think so. In fact, it could be a sign that they are able to bring highly demanded bands and performers there. What do I know, though? I’m not a business owner. Okay, so Rhonda and I are going to sweat and sweat a lot. I’m willing to bet that it won’t be our best looks ever, either. Then, there is our new fear that it will rain. It is a humid enough place that rain is always possible. What do we do then? Bring an umbrella? Wear a garbage bag as a raincoat? Really, why did we think this would be a good idea? Shouldn’t we be paid to deal with this instead of us paying for the tickets?

Second, after dealing with the heat, humidity and possible rain, we have to deal with everything else related to being outside. What kind of bugs are there in Mississippi? I can’t say that I’m a fan of bugs. Of any kind. What about sun? I’m fair. I’m extremely fair. I burn easily. In fact, I burn within an hour of being outside. So, I’m picturing myself now…sweating sunscreen, which I’ll be applying every hour, droopy hair, and avoiding raindrops and enormous bugs. Again, I gotta ask. What in the heck were we thinking? I know…we were thinking that “All things Duran are worth it”. We were thinking that maybe, just maybe, we would be lucky enough to get in front. Then, I wonder about the details about waiting. We don’t plan to stand all the time but we will be standing once the show time gets closer. How long will that be? Yes, we have brought comfortable shoes but still…will that save our feet? Beyond any physical discomfort, we will have to deal with bathrooms, food, and water. While Rhonda and I have gone all day sitting, not eating, not drinking, not going to the bathroom, we aren’t prepared to do that now. We have to draw the line somewhere, right? Are there places to go to the bathroom? What about food?

It is too late to turn around now, right? We really will once again test one of our favorite phrases tomorrow. Will all things Duran be worth it or will we have barely survived? Only time will tell! If no blog after a couple of days, someone better start calling hospitals in Biloxi…


It was no Mediterranea or Rio…but I’m home!

It’s good to be home!

It was fun to be on vacation.  I actually relaxed, which for me is nothing short of a miracle…and for a few days, even Duran Duran was far from my mind.  That didn’t last terribly long, as I was desperate to hear of how their US shows were going.  A decent wi-fi connection was tough to come by, but occasionally we’d go into town and I’d be able to check in with the world.

So, what did I do on my vacation?  Let me show you… (ah, the dreaded vacation slide-show!)

To begin with, I spent many afternoons on the lake.  The lake we went to is called Lake Siskiyou (Sis-kee-you) and it’s near Mt. Shasta.  Yes, that’s me out there on my sofa. It’s called the Siesta Lounger and yes, I even did some of that (Miraculous. I don’t ever nap!)  My husband was kind enough to swim out there on occasion and bring me refreshments. The lake was beautiful and actually pretty warm for being an “alpine” lake.

The scenery was gorgeous and even as I sit here at home in my house, I am thinking about the beautiful view.  I think this photo might even have my brother-in-law on his paddleboard in it.  In case you’re wondering, this is Mt. Shasta in the background, and those are actually glaciers on the mountain.  If you’re wondering why these photos aren’t of Duran Duran, it’s because they didn’t come on vacation with me this year.  Something about doing some shows…work…wives…Nick’s fear of camping….I don’t know.

We did have a fan or two show up at the campground…those animals!!  No really, there were a ton of deer up there, and oddly they aren’t afraid of people.  Not sure if that’s really a good thing, but the owners of the campground told me that these particular deer have lived there for years and they think of them as pets.  (By the way – I was less than ten feet from this one, who kindly posed for me.)

More scenery.  One day we took a boat out with our family (my husband’s sisters and their families were with us for part of the time), and this is a bridge that people jump off of into the water. No, I did not jump.  I watched other idiots, I mean people…dive.  Heights and I are not friends, but I was happily entertained by the sights of others.

One day, we went to see lava tubes and caves at the Lava Bed National Monument. We passed a sign for ice caves, and my husband and I joked that there was no point in going because it was easily a hundred degrees (F) outside, so ice wasn’t really a possibility.  Wrong!  It was freezing cold in the cave, and after climbing down in, there was a ton of ice!  This is just one small area of it, but if I would have been brave enough to climb down farther (not a chance),  the tube was filled with ice from what is an underground spring that freezes.  Later that day, we went into other caves, and let me just say that pitch black doesn’t even begin to describe the darkness.  I was scared to death that my youngest – who has NO FEAR WHATSOEVER – was going to fall to her death because she’d just try to go charging ahead with barely a light to guide her.  I’d have my light in front of me and look behind to see absolutely nothing but darkness.  I’d put the light in back of me and then look ahead and see nothing, not even my family who was probably 3 feet from me. Claustrophobia much?  YES!

On our last day, we went to Panther Meadow up on Mt. Shasta.  Depending upon where you start, the hike is about 30 minutes straight up a fairly steep hill.  Not a really tough hike, but with a wayward four year old, what should take 30 minutes takes more like an hour…go figure.  The sights that awaited though?  Well worth the effort.  At the top of the mountain there is a gorgeous meadow with a ton of wildflowers – more than I’ve ever really seen (and this is August!).  There is also a natural and sacred spring that bubbles up from the ground, and people come there to meditate or pray.  Several people were there when we got there, and it was very difficult to keep our youngest quiet, but it was a learning experience for her!

It was wonderfully peaceful, and when you go, you’re encouraged to take water from the spring to drink.  Super cold (and welcome after that hike!) and very, very clean – which for here in California, is a miracle.   This picture is of my oldest getting filling her water bottle with the spring water.  From the angle it doesn’t look like it’s really clean or on a hill…trust me, it was.  

How did we survive two weeks without any of the comforts of home?  HA!  We didn’t!!!  We simply took them with us!!  Let me show you:

The aforementioned Siesta Lounger
The Margarita Maker 
Icemaker…for the margarita maker of course!
Bottled water = ice for the margaritas!
My chair.  Very, VERY important!

So, how does one prepare for a 4-show “tour” with her partner-in-crime?  She goes on vacation for two weeks!  Of course now that I’m home, I’m no longer fighting the pain of hiking up mountains, but rather fighting a mountain of laundry. Yesterday I spent my day school shopping with my oldest, and today I am insisting that my son and I make it down to his school to sign him up for his block classes.  Tomorrow, I get my hair done (a necessity at this point).  Thursday is registration for my oldest, and then on Friday morning I fly to New Orleans to meet up with Amanda.  
I’m very excited to see the band again.  I read today that they’ve been hanging out here in LA, making this their hub for the past several days.  Lucky them…we’re having a heat wave and it is HELL hot here right now.  Hope they’re loving it more than I am!
I keep saying that this is going to be the last time, best time for me with regard to this tour for this album.  It has been quite a run.  I’ve done more on this tour than ever before, and I’ve experienced so much more than I would have ever expected.  I can’t imagine how I’ll ever top it, or if I should even try.  The real question though, and one that won’t be answered for some time to come is what will come next?
John mentioned that they might…MIGHT have dates next summer.  My husband wasn’t nearly as thrilled to read that as I might have been.  Once again I’m hearing that my Duranie account is overdrawn.  I haven’t even left yet.  How can that be possible??  Truth be told, I am not-so-secretly glad to read that someone is even considering shows in the future.  I’m not ready to quit just yet, and it’s relieving to know that they aren’t either. While like anyone else, I look forward to seeing and hearing what the band has in store for the next album, I think it’s also a little scary to be moving on.  This album is so good, I really and truly believe that it will come to be known as a defining moment for the band, historically speaking.  I sort of see the album as the moment when the band reached out towards their fans, and plenty of us reached out our hands to grasp theirs in response.  I don’t know if I can put much stalk into record sales or charts these days, but I do believe this album was a complete success from start to finish on a personal level, and while I never know what to expect from them next, I really hope the tone and spirit of this album lives on.  
Back to my laundry….

Sipping on the High of Expectation

This is my last blog until the weekend.  Rhonda has returned from her trip so she will take over until Friday, but you all survived under my care for the past couple of weeks.  When she blogs tomorrow, don’t be surprised if she doesn’t talk about touring or getting ready for our trip, our tour.  After all, we leave on Friday so touring is what is consuming a lot of our thoughts right now.  When I get ready for tour, as I have blogged about before, I make sure that all of the details are taken care and in order.  In this case, we have plane tickets, hotel rooms, rental car, meetups, concert tickets and more.  It is easy to focus on the things that need to get done for a tour to happen and I have no doubt that everything will work out this time.  Yet, beneath the surface of agendas, road maps and hotel confirmations is a much more challenging element of touring to get in order and that is my expectations. 

I’m willing to bet that all Duranies have expectations when they buy a Duran album or song, watch a Duran video, see a Duran show or go on tour to see many Duran shows.  Frequently, some of these expectations, especially the ones connected to a show, are mentioned and others are hidden.  Sometimes, they are so hidden that they are never acknowledged or only acknowledged to oneself or one’s closest friends.  The frequently stated and openly stated expectations about a tour include how excited someone is or how that person can’t wait to meet or see friends or even that the show(s) are going to be amazing!  Those kind of statements are typed over and over again on message boards, emails, social networking sites, and more.  No one would question those kind of expectations.  In fact, people may question Duranies if they don’t make statements like those!  After all, if you aren’t excited, why go?  Those expectations are the easy ones, though.  They are easy to say and don’t leave people feeling open or vulnerable.  The other expectations, though, can lead people to feel exposed and open to ridicule, especially in a fan community such as ours in which fans are not always nice to other fans.

This time, instead of ignoring those deeper, darker expectations, I’m going to acknowledge them so that everyone else can as well.  Some of the other expectations I ALWAYS have when it comes to going on tour or going to shows involve the show itself and the band.  For the show, if it is general admission (GA), I always wonder and hope that I get a good spot.  Yes, yes, I know that everyone wonders that.  No, I think most of us wonder if this is the time for front row.  Goodness knows, Rhonda and I have pretty openly been wanting and trying to get front row forever.  It has never happened for us so we always hope for it.  Do we expect it?  I don’t know if we can go that far but we certainly hope.  Then, at the shows, there is always an opportunity for a drumstick or a guitar pick.  Again, I won’t lie here and say that I would be thrilled, thrilled, thrilled, thrilled to get something of John Taylor’s, preferably something like a guitar pick.  (I don’t need a sweaty towel or something like that!)  I wouldn’t reject a drumstick from Roger or a pick from Dom, either, but John would be ideal.  I don’t really think it will happen but I always hope for it and say that someday it will happen.  The biggest of the expectations has to do with the band itself.  Yes, I guess, technically, I have met the band at the cd signing in 2007 but who wouldn’t love to meet them outside of an official function.  Goodness knows, I could die a happy person if I could get a picture with each member, including Dom.  I see so many others experiencing it, I always hope that this time just might be the right time for ME. 

Do I really expect that I’ll get front row, get a pick from John or get pictures with the band?  Nope.  I don’t, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking that this might be the tour for any or all of those things.  Logic doesn’t always rule, especially when it comes to fandom.  Will I be disappointed if those things don’t happen?  I always am, a little.  Does it ruin my fun?  Absolutely not.  Yet, I won’t lie and say that I don’t hope for them.  I do.  I think everyone does, if they admit it to themselves.  (I already see the comments coming in…no, I don’t care to meet them, etc.  Yeah, there might be an exception or two.)  I guess, in a way, I’m acknowledging them to say first that I’m normal (no comments necessarily here, really) to have such high hopes.  (I’m sure that there are other hopes that some fans have of things like the ultimate autograph.  That’s not me.  My dreams are a little bit closer to earth!)  Yet, I’m a fan.  Fans want to have something from their idol.  They want to be as close to the stage as possible.  Obviously, a lot of people do want to meet them and have that picture to document the moment forever.  By acknowledging these “big dreams”, I’m trying to bring myself down to reality.  Remind myself that it is okay to dream and dream big but not to put so much into them that it ruins my fun. 

Here’s the reality.  I want all of those expectations.  Yet, I know that the likelihood for any of them is very small.  It is fine to have dreams but they can’t be so big that they block the real fun that will be had on tour!  So what are your expectations and how do you keep them in check?


The Evolution of Touring

Some things change and some times stay the same.  I have been “touring” since the spring of 2005, since the spring Astronaut tour.  I still love to tour.  I can’t imagine ever not loving touring.  Yet, “touring” has changed since then.  Like many of you, I came back into Duranland with full force when they reunited.  I had gone to the DuranDuranFans convention in New Orleans in 2004 because I was so excited about the upcoming release of Astronaut and because I knew that I wanted to see them live.  Now, I had seen Duran perform live before but it wasn’t with the Fab 5.  The plan was that I would go to the convention, meet a bunch of people, and have people to go to shows with.  How many shows did I think I would go to?  Honestly, I thought 2 would be great.  Two.  I find that laughable.  Did I think I would fly to shows?  Never.  If someone told me then that I would fly to the UK to see them, I would have asked them if him/her was enjoying the drugs that s/he had clearly taken.  Obviously, times and touring have changed.

When those dates were announced in late 2004, I was lucky that the band was touring the Midwest during the week I was off.  I don’t know what I would have done if they weren’t when I was off.  Would I have taken off of work?  Maybe.  What if none of them were near me?  Would I have flown?  I don’t know.  This, of course, was my introduction into the flurry of activity that takes place in Duranland when dates are announced.  At that time, I went on the message board I was frequently reading and posting on to see what everyone was planning on doing.  I had no idea which shows, for sure, I would do and who I would go with.  This is very different than how it is now.  When tour dates are announced, I, immediately, go to the phone and call my partner-in-crime.  Then, Rhonda and I yell about the dates, no matter if they are good or bad, and then, calm down enough to start coming up with a plan.  Now, it is assumed who I would go with.  I also plan to purchase a plane ticket.  How did this change take place?

In some ways, this changed slowly over time and, in other ways, it happened quickly.  Rhonda and I attended our first show together in March of 2005, during that spring Astronaut tour.  It wasn’t just the two of us, though.  We were in a large group for both that Chicago and Milwaukee shows.  Yet, I think it was obvious that Rhonda and I just got each other.  Heck, I think we laughed more that weekend than we ever have before.  Did we continue to tour with the same group after that?  We definitely did and many of those people are still good friends today.  Yet, as time went on, it was clear that not only did Rhonda and I have a similar philosophy of how to tour and how to go to shows, we also could travel together.  I’m sure that some of you are wondering how there can be a philosophy to going to shows, to touring, and to traveling, but there is!  Let me give you some examples with shows.  Some people like getting to shows early and other people like getting there right before Duran starts.  What about after shows?  Do people want to go out or go straight home?  Then, if the show is GA, then, there is additional consideration.  Do you wait in line?  How long are you willing to do that?  The same type of questions come up with touring, in general.  How early do you want to leave a place and get to the next?  What types of hotels do you want to stay in?  When are you going eat?  What are you going to eat?  What do people want to do in between shows and traveling?  That’s all goes into someone’s touring or traveling philosophy. 

Over time, it became clear that Rhonda and I had a similar idea about how we like to travel and how we like to go to shows.  Thus, it slowly became more and more of us just together deciding what shows to do.  It wasn’t about excluding others as finding out what works and going with it.  To that end, we still tour with others, at times, but it usually works best when that other person or people either match our philosophy or can and want to go off on their own so everyone can be happy. 

I can’t imagine that we are the only ones who have changed how we tour over time.  I would love to know how other people tour and has it changed or stayed the same.  After all, touring is at the heart of the a great deal of the fan community.


A Change of Perspective and Attitude

Duran Duran’s last leg of their All You Need is Now Tour has begun.  They have played two dates at the Mountain Winery in Saratoga, California.  Tonight, they play at the Pacific Amphitheater in Costa Mesa, California.  In one week, the Daily Duranie will be enjoying the first show since December of 2011.  Thus, this time is all about DuranLive.  Many fans are going to shows, reacting to how the shows went, waiting for setlists then commenting about them, getting ready for shows and/or commenting about how they will make sure that they hit a show next time.  This isn’t new.  This is how life is in Duranland during a tour.  I’m used to it.  Yet, I find myself also tired of it.

I’m not tired of touring.  I can’t imagine ever being tired of touring.  Friday cannot come fast enough as I’m terribly anxious to see Rhonda and to get to our first show in Biloxi.  No, I’m tired of how Duranland responds to Duran shows.  I feel like my perspective on Duranland or on Duran tours/shows has changed.  As you all know, Rhonda and I flew to the UK twice last year to see them perform in their home country.  A year ago, Simon was unable to sing and Duran’s future was in question.  Then, he got his voice back and the band returned, better and stronger than ever.  I felt this.  Yet, I did not feel it when I went to the show in Chicago in October.  No, I felt it when I went to the shows in the UK.  Why?  What was the difference?  Was it the setlists?  Was it me?  Was it the crowd?  Was it all of the above?

As I look back, I know that it wasn’t the setlists.  In fact, there wasn’t much of a difference between the Chicago show in October and the shows in the UK.  Yes, we heard Secret Oktober, which truly was a dream come true!  Sometimes, I have to remind myself that it was real.  By the third show, though, the setlist was generally locked in place.  We knew what to expect and, frankly, we didn’t care.  I didn’t care.  Why?  The shows were so amazing that I wasn’t annoyed by seeing the exact same songs night after night.  A good show isn’t about that, to me.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I would absolutely ADORE a few changes to the setlists.  Who wouldn’t?  I know that Rhonda was terribly excited about seeing Mediterranea in the setlist.  I would love if they wanted to play Too Bad You’re So Beautiful.  Both of us might faint, cry, scream at the same time if we ever heard the notes to Late Bar.  Yet, I find myself so tired of the complaining.  Duran could play a setlist of b-sides and album tracks and if they played without energy, without focus, the show would still suck.  Likewise, they could play only hits and the show could be great, depending on the band, the crowd, etc.  I understand fans’ desire to see new and different tracks.  I feel that way, too, but I think I’m letting it go.  I learned that it is so much more important to have them performing and performing well than what songs are played.

Maybe, then, the change is me.  My focus, my attitude is different.  I know that this can all be gone in an instant.  Something can happen to them.  Something can happen to me.  Why complain about setlists?  I see so many people saying that they have tickets to show X but aren’t sure if they should go because the setlist is so boring.  Other people would love to be able to go to a show.  I get to go to shows and I’m still excited!  I just don’t want to spend my time getting ready to go on tour or being on tour and hearing negative or not fun things about the shows, the band, etc.  It makes my attitude bad and that almost always guarantees that I will not enjoy myself as I should.  Let me give you an example.  Rhonda and I did three shows at the end of 2008.  We weren’t thrilled with RCM and went into the shows knowing this.  We were excited, we thought.  Yet, when we got to the first show, we weren’t.  Our seats sucked and we complained about the setlist.  Somewhere between that show and the show a couple of days later, we decided to let the rest of the crap go and just enjoy the show.  We got a decent spot at the show (it was GA) and liked listening to other people around us anxiously awaiting the first notes.  Guess what happened?  We didn’t like that first show much but really liked the last one.  Is that a coincidence?  I don’t think so.

My point is this.  Expectations and attitudes matter.  Worrying about the setlist leads to a bad time.  Thinking that the show isn’t going to be that good will make it so.  Interestingly enough, I haven’t seen many comments saying that these first two shows weren’t good.  It has been the exact opposite.  People seem to have had a great time!  Maybe, the lesson really is for me.  Perhaps, I need to avoid those people who would bring me down.  I have a show in a week and I want nothing, nothing, nothing but that excitement that I had during the UK tour.  After all, who knows when the next one will be.


Appreciating Duran and Their Ability to Find an Ordinary World

For those of you who haven’t been around the internet today, it is Duran Duran Appreciation Day.  This is a holiday for Duranies, for Duran fans.  Many people have posted pictures celebrating the band.  Others have written a little something to the band or band members telling them how much they appreciate Duran.  It is a special day for the band and fans alike.  Heck, John Taylor even said so in his little write-up on  I pondered today’s blog.  After all, I had planned on finishing up our theme this week on favorite concerts.  Then, it hit me.  Why couldn’t I combine celebrating the band while celebrating their live performances AND their ability to continue on throughout the good and not-so-good times?!  What show emphasized this the most?  For me, it had to be have been the show in Chicago in October of 2006.  To review Duran history a little bit, let me remind all of you about what event happened right before this show.  The band announced literally the day or a few days before that Andy Taylor was no longer in the band.  While many of us suspected that something was going on and many had heard rumors, we have all learned to wait for official announcements because many, many, many rumors are just that–rumors.  Like a great many in the fan community, we were reeling from the official announcement.  How could we not?  Was this the end?  Would the band be able to continue on?  If so, would it continue to have the same feeling?  The same quality it did with the Fab Five?  By the time the announcement was posted on, Rhonda and I were ready for our mini-tour.  While our excitement level was certainly less than normal, we looked forward to at least seeing each other and to see how the band would cope.  The answer, for me, came during that show. 

This concert was the very first event in the brand new Sears Center, located in Hoffman Estates, north of the city.  We had a difficult time getting there because the weather was horrible (cold and rainy) and traffic was worse, especially since I had to pick people up at two different airports.  By the time we got everyone, checked in and ate dinner, we had to rush to the venue.  We had signs made and cameras, both of which were forgotten in our rush to get to the show.  I’m sure that those pictures would have been the best I had ever taken, too!  Ha!  Perhaps, though, this was good as we could truly only focus on the show.  As we walked around, we heard a number of people talking about Andy’s departure.  Obviously, news had gotten out.  When we finally ventured to our seats, we were pleased that they were 8 rows back, right in front of John Taylor (Was this the last of our John seats?!  Maybe…).  Soon enough, we heard the first notes of Burning the Ground being played, which was how they started the shows then.  I wasn’t too sure of it as a beginning but my excitement definitely increased during it!  This excitement not only remained but increased as the show went on. 

A number of moments stood out for not only me and Rhonda but friends of ours as well.  These moments say a lot about Duran, too.  First, Ordinary World was a complete standout for me.  I will be the first to admit that it isn’t my favorite song and I’m rarely moved by it.  Yet, on that night, Ordinary World became about Duran.  As my friend, Sara, pointed out that night, “This song takes on new meaning tonight.”  Duran had to find their new “ordinary world”, a world without Andy, a world after the reunion ended, a world that could allow Dom Brown, a world that could maybe embrace him.  As soon as the solo started in that song, both Rhonda and I noticed that Dom played it differently than he had previously (We had seen him play in 2005 when Andy was gone to take care of his ill father).  Then, Dom again drew our attention during Sunrise when he was singing the chorus.  Dom began to really show himself without disrespecting the band’s loss and our loss as fans.  He needed to step up but he didn’t hog the spotlight.  Somehow, he managed a perfect balance that night on a night that was a true turning point.  Right then and there, we were fans.  We had to be. 

Beyond those highlights with Dom, John and Simon seemed to be playful.  It was Simon’s birthday (the next day) and he definitely enjoyed the extra attention he received from the crowd while John kept trying to bring him back down to reality by reminding him that it wasn’t his birthday until midnight.  Simon kept arguing that it was past midnight in the UK.  Another key highlight was that John seemed to keep looking at Rhonda and me.  Perhaps, this had to do with the fact that we were in direct line of sight.  Nonetheless, I was amused when John mouthed to Rhonda that she should “keep singing.”.  That Rhonda can be such a slacker!!  By the end of the show, Rhonda and I were full of energy and excitement that was obvious to everyone around us.  In fact, at the end of the show, some woman in front of us said to us, “I haven’t seen such enthusiasm in years.”  The band seemed to think the show was a good one, too.  John kept coming back to the microphone to talk to the audience.  It was like he didn’t want to leave.  I didn’t want them to leave either. 

When I look back to that show, what made it one of the best shows I have been to was it showed how strong the Duran spirit was.  The band seemed to be pushing themselves to be their best.  Was this because they felt like they had something to prove after Andy left?  Maybe.  Did they need to prove it to us?  In some ways, sure, it was important to show the fans that they weren’t planning on ending and that they knew that they could and would continue on.  Dom’s performance showed us, not only what a talented and respectful guy he is, but also that he would and could contribute to Duran’s future.  Yes, it would never be the same but it could still be good.  Isn’t that what Ordinary World’s message is really all about?  Yes, there is sadness and heartbreak in life.  Yet, one has to keep moving in order to find the new normal.  Duran took that step on that cold, damp night in Chicago.  They showed us and themselves that they were strong enough to survive. 

It has been almost six years since and, in my opinion, Duran has found their new “ordinary world”, their new normal.  It isn’t like it was with Andy and it isn’t like what it was with Warren.  Yet, it is still good and like all of Duran history, it is worthy of appreciation and celebration.


Guest Blog: My Best Concert Experiences

 By Grey Rzeznik

My Best Concert Experiences

Music is my life. That’s not a dramatic statement. It’s simple black and white fact. Everyone has a soundtrack to their life but mine is a full on epic score. I hear music in my dreams, while I’m working, meditating, healing, you name it. That said, I’ve been to many a concert. It’s one of my favorite things in the world, frankly; a night of musical magic with the ambiance and wonder that is a live crowd mixed with the character that any given venue imparts. It would be impossible for me to pick out one single show over the rest because so many had special moments. I took something wonderful from each one I’ve been to so what I’m going to write about instead is a series of shows that were shared by me and my best friend Lisa. Duran Duran started us on a sort of tour ritual. We had to see shows together. 2003 was the start of a series of adventures that this little snapshot will unfortunately fail to do justice. I’m going to try to capture the spirit of it though.

July 17th, 2003: Pacific Amp, Costa Mesa – Lisa and her husband flew out to see this show and hit Vegas. I was over the moon that we’d be able to go see a show together, especially since we met because of our mutual Duran adoration. We weren’t in the pit like I’d hoped for but I didn’t do TOO bad with the seats considering how big that place is. Funny thing, I don’t remember as much about that show other than it being one of their best that I’ve seen. Can that make any kind of sense? I’m hoping it does. I remember how the cheers from the crowd rolled across the audience and how incredible those seats looked completely full. I remember teasing Lisa here and there about John’s hair. He had it blonde then and slightly mulleted. It looked great once it flattened out with sweat but then he’d fluff it with his hand and he’d become an instant Foghorn Leghorn. Every time I crowed like a rooster in Lisa’s ear, she’d either elbow me or pinch me. Hard. Make no mistake about Lisa; she’s a tiny thing but she’s STRONG. I had bruises for a week after.

July 19th, 2003: The Joint, Las Vegas – We drove to Vegas the night before and that alone was an adventure. Vegas in July is equal to slow, miserable suffocation. I can’t remember ever coming so close to heat stroke for a band but we sat there on the Hard Rock’s sidewalk forever to get that prime real estate in Casa de General Admission: Smack dab between John and Simon. Talk about a contrast in shows! This is the night Simon battled laryngitis throughout the night. Somehow that man managed to be so charming and boyish that we all still enjoyed the show. Of course it didn’t hurt when he suddenly started picking at his rear end. A little voice went off inside my head. “He’s done it again. He’s split ’em.” I no sooner leaned in to yell my suspicions to Lisa when Simon told us that he had, in fact, split his pants but then had the brilliant idea of having Dave staple them shut. Except now he had staples gouging his ass… thus the perpetual digging. Lisa and I will probably still laugh about that when we’re popping Geritol and in Powerscooters.

March 13, 2005: The Joint – Dear Lord, this show. It was nearly the end of me. Of us. We very nearly expired right there on the floor of the Joint. Right there in JoSi Shangri-La. Yep, that show. THE show. The culmination of years of me and Lisa screaming “Oh for Godsakes, just DO IT! We KNOW! We’ve KNOWN! Get it over with already! You’re killing us!”  Be careful what you wish for dearies. I’m not kidding. I’m still a JoSi shipper. I said it. Proudly. To John’s face even. (Heh!) None of that prepared either of us for those two that night. Actually it was mostly just Simon but nevermind that.

It started with “I Don’t Want Your Love” and in the middle of the song the band went into a slinky, funky breakdown. Of course Simon went into his own brand of slinking. He zeroed in on John from Andy’s side of the stage and began to stalk him. Head slightly down. Eyes clearly intent upon their target. Steps absolutely predatory. The man slinked like no other slink has ever slinked before. Completely invaded John’s space. Okay chills but we’ve seen this on youtube. Wait though… His hands just went up to John’s face and… HOLY BALLS OF… JOSI! That was no peck on the cheek! That was mouth to mouth resuscitation that people usually watch three hour movies to see! That was… wait, do I still have knees?? LISA! Lisa has a camera…! Except she yanked it away from her face because she couldn’t believe what she’d just seen through her viewfinder. We looked at each other. We shrieked. We’re not even the shrieking type. We hugged. I think. Seems like there was a hug in there somewhere. We were in shock. Oh and it wasn’t just us. The hysterical roar that washed from the back of the theatre to the front was like a great sea beast coming to the surface for air. Then it erupted into a full on deafening howl like something from a Beatles gig. My ears actually rang a bit from it. I’m a pretty cool cucumber for the most part but kiddos, that’s the first time in my life I’ve ever gone weak in the knees. Couldn’t tell you what the rest of the show was like other than spot on. It’s all blurred into that one epic, mythic, uber-fantastic moment that was made infinitely better by getting to share it with my best friend. Geritol, Powerscooters. We’ll still get chills and dumb grins over it.

May 9-10, 2008: The Joint – What do you get when you put five gals together in Vegas for a Duran show that includes the Electro Set? Pandemonium. So much happened that weekend that it would be a whole other blog post but I’ll summarize it like this:

Five birds of paradise. Oh wait that’s just Simon’s hand.
All. *thrust* Simon. *thrust* Wants. *thrust* Isss.
One rescued guitar player (Thank you for not ralphing in my car, Mat! Nice Calvins!)
“Quick. Let’s make love.” *dies*
“We’re comin’ in hot!”

Yes, all inside jokes but where I’m ultimately going with this post is this: We all have our gigs that we can fill entire diaries full of inside jokes and random crazy stuff. The strangest thing about it is that what I remember most about the best gigs is sharing them. Remembering one great bit and having your friends remember their own little bits, then getting together and reliving it. Drawing a deeper bond from the ridiculous things that happen before, during and after the gig. Sitting around a table and just looking at one another and bursting into laughter because you’re all giddy with it again; that high that is a rock show. That high that’s never quite as good if you go alone.

September 30th of last year I went to my first Duran show in three years. My first ANY show in three years and that’s unheard of for me. It felt like it’d been an eternity. A lot happened to me during that time that’s not for this blog but I’m including this show because for 12 hours with Lisa my life felt almost normal again. I felt like I was actually breathing again. It was an amazing, solid show and Simon’s voice was back with a vengeance. A lot had changed around me and Lisa but for just that bit of time, it was like the last two years hadn’t happened.

That’s the real power of best friends and the best shows, isn’t it? They’re ones that rescue you from your daily grind a few hours at a time. The ones that recharge your batteries, envigorate you, and give you memories that will stay with you forever.


Grey Rzeznik lives in Southern California. She is active in local theatre and is passionate about her singing. She’s a proud mama to 4 fur kids who all have her wrapped around their demanding little paws, and is a dedicated advocate of animal welfare causes. Grey’s other passions currently include nautical history, hiking, painting, and all things Benedict Cumberbatch.

Find Yourself in the Moment: My favorite concert experience. Glasgow, December 2011

Right now as I type this, I am listening to A Diamond in the Mind, the live CD.  Funny how listening to this brings me right back to the UK shows I went to in late November and early December of 2011.  I can remember standing there listening intently to Simon sing Before the Rain, and then practically rejoicing in the moment when the lights come up about 2/3 of the way through the song.  Every time I saw it – and I saw it 4 times during that trip, I could feel the excitement reverberating right off my body.  It was amazing.

Amanda and I decided that each of us, and hopefully at least one of you readers out there, would share our most favorite concert experience, whether that’s a song, a full show, whatever.  I don’t think I realized just how difficult it would be for me to decide upon my favorite show when I agreed to do this.  The fact is, I have favorite moments from many, many shows.  I think I’m lucky that way.  Some moments are because I felt that electric moment of connectivity between a band member and myself.  Other moments are from pure joy at seeing all five original members onstage again.  Still more moments are from watching “the new guy” blend in absolutely beautifully and seamlessly with the band.  Other moments happen because the band collectively plucked me up from my life and took me on a wild ride during the course of a 2 hour show….and then there was the night that did anything and everything a concert should.

For me, that show was Glasgow in 2011.  It was the final night, the final stop on our “train tour” of the UK.  By this point in the week that Amanda and I were traveling, I was pretty much completely spent.  To be honest, I had been very sick the night before and was still not feeling that great, but I was determined to make this show happen.  So much so, that when I was told by our hosts that the weather had called for snow and that we might not be able to actually get to Glasgow (we’d stayed in Edinburgh), I think I might have actually pitched a bit of a fit.  We left early in the day to get to Glasgow before it began to snow, and I slept in the car along the way.  I wish I hadn’t because I didn’t see any part of the ride from Edinburgh to Glasgow, but as I said – I was still feeling fairly ill.  The one thing I remember distinctly from the venue, aside from meeting some wonderful Duran friends we’d only conversed online with prior, was that I couldn’t get warm.  I was freezing.  I don’t know if the Scots just don’t like heat, or if was just that I wasn’t used to the weather, but the place felt like it was 30 or 40 degrees inside.  Our seats for this show were to be our best yet – second row center.  It was fitting that this was to be our last show – my motto is “last time, best time”, and so I figured we were ending it correctly. Funny thing: we added Glasgow relatively last minute.  We hadn’t bought tickets originally when they’d gone on sale.  We’d agreed to only do three shows (if you read Daily Duranie you know that we’d originally gone to the UK back in May of 2011 when Simon had vocal problems and had to postpone the tour), and somewhere along the way – we’d seen that there were a couple of second row Glasgow tickets that came up.  My feeling was that if we could swing it – we needed to go, and we did. After agreeing it was time to get to our seats, we made our way into the arena, which seemed even colder than the rest of the venue!  I shivered my way up to the second row, which seemed extremely close, and giggled with Amanda as we made our way to our seats.  I couldn’t believe how amazing they were!  It seemed like forever as we waited for the band to finally take the stage, and I had to keep my huge down parka on the entire time, it was that cold for me!  (Yes, I am a wimp. I’m from Southern California and it makes HUGE news when we wake up to frost on the ground.  No, I’m not kidding.  Ask John Taylor.)

When they finally did take the stage, the front row ran for the rail.  This doesn’t really happen in the states – where there is typically about 6 inches between the chairs and the rail guarding you (audience) from them! (band…and vice-versa in a lot of cases!)  I was really happy with where our seats were, and so I stupidly took about 20 extra seconds to decide to run for the front.  We got up there, but not quite to the rail – we were in the second row, but even so – that was AMAZINGLY close. Imagine feeling self-conscious because you are right in the faces of the band.  Yeah, that’s me, worrying that I look like a nutter being up that close!  (Note to self: Rhonda, you write a daily blog about being a fan….you’re already at nutter status kiddo.)  That feeling didn’t last for too long though, as the music has this way of enveloping you and taking you somewhere completely different where nothing else really matters…and that’s how I spent the majority of the concert, and this my friends is the absolute closest I think I’ve ever been to that ever-treasured front row.

Another thing I have to mention here is that as you all know, we’re from the US.  I am from California (Orange County) and Amanda is from Wisconsin. Even though we were both truly thousands of miles from home, we knew nearly everyone around us in this crowd.  How in the hell does that happen?!? I can go to a Duran Duran show at home – like in Costa Mesa for instance, and pretty much know no one around me.  I might see a few people I recognize, but that’s about it.  Yet I travel to the UK and it’s like going to a show with old friends. I don’t think anyone would have been able to explain to me just how special of an experience it is to travel outside of your country, meet people you’ve only spoken to online and then be able to call these people lifelong friends thereafter – and yet that’s exactly what I’ve experienced this year.  I can’t imagine never seeing these wonderful people again, so my future “tours” will be including them for as long as possible.  Yes, Duran Duran really has brought people together, and I will never, EVER regret going back to the UK after that first trip last May.  As John said, there was a reason beyond the trouble with Simon’s voice that it didn’t happen the first time and going back only made it better.  He is 100% correct.

So while my “spot” had everything to do with why this show is among my favorites, it was the music and the experience that pushes it over the edge for me. There were several times during the show that I completely forgot just how big the arena really was until a song would end and there would be a deafening cheer.  One of the reasons I love The Man Who Stole a Leopard live is because the band insists that we clap – and as you are clapping, you need to look around – it is remarkable to see everyone standing up and clapping together. It’s a special moment in the setlist and I still say they’ve made a mistake by removing it from the setlist.  It was only in that moment as I looked around and saw everyone clapping that I realized I was in this huge arena and not in a much smaller venue.

Then of course there’s the interaction.  Who does not want to be close to the band??  (OK, you men and a few of you women out there who are only in it for the music might be saying “ME” at this point.  I get it and I bow my head in reverence to your fandom.)  Me?  I like being close!  Call me crazy but when you’ve got band members coming over in your general direction and they bend down to play right in your face and lock eyes with you – if that doesn’t get your blood pumping NOTHING WILL.  You might even be dead, and that would be most unfortunate!  I had several moments like that during their show, and I still say that certain guitar players breathed new life into a song or two for me.  We’ll just leave it at that for now.

I’m not usually one to be brought to tears at shows. I know fans who have cried, and while I suppose I can understand their sentiment at certain songs – that’s just not me. In Glasgow though, my heart was so full by the end of the show.  I was partially sad because I knew it was my last show (and I think that at the time I didn’t even know if they’d be coming back to the US again), I was exhilarated by my excitement, I was joyous because the show was really that good, and when it ended – it was so bittersweet.  Yes, they left me wanting more.  Again. It’s difficult not to feel that letdown, yet I was determined not to let it ruin my night.  When I waved to the band that final time – in fact I’m pretty sure at least one or two of them knew it was my last show before going home so I caught their eye and said good-bye, to which they grinned and said as much in return, I felt completely spent.  I’d given all of my energy to them at that show, and I felt as though they’d lived up to their end of the bargain as well.  I think I said to Amanda “that’s how I should feel after EVERY show”.

We walked out of the arena and out of the venue, thinking we’d hang out with our friends at the hotel bar nearby before heading back to Edinburgh.  After making our way to the hotel, I dared to peek out the window and saw huge snowflakes coming down.  This was a problem because we had to drive back to Edinburgh on the highway, and apparently they aren’t used to snow in Glasgow or Edinburgh – so the highways shut down when it snows.  We couldn’t be stuck in Glasgow because we had a flight out early the next morning.  So, we said hasty good-byes and started out for our trip home.  We made it back to Edinburgh without a single problem although it was well after midnight before we got home – we had to be up at about 5am to leave for the airport, and our host headed to her bed while Amanda and I packed up.  It was during this time that we agreed that we would not sleep before leaving in a few hours. (I plead insanity due to Duran Duran!)  Instead we stayed up, endlessly searching for youtube videos from the show (admittedly I was on the hunt for a video of Hungry Like the Wolf because I wanted to see a specific moment in the show that Amanda had noticed from Dom that I hadn’t), I left Facebook posts for our friends, chatted with US friends (I loved the time difference!!), tweeted about our evening and trip, and even left messages for a couple of special band members, thanking them for what was truly the trip of our lives.  I think it’s probably important to note here – for those conspiracy theorists amongst us – that Amanda and I never got any closer to the band than being in the crowd while they were onstage.  We didn’t get backstage for after parties, we didn’t ever see them at a hotel or whatnot.  They just did an outstanding job during their shows.  Sure, the winks, grins and nods didn’t hurt either…and we wanted to thank them.

By the time the taxi arrived to take us to the airport, I had greatly regretted my decision not to sleep.  I knew I had an incredibly long day of travel ahead of me, but I had to hope that somehow this would help me readjust to California time.  I also had to hope that I wouldn’t run into ANYONE in the airports because I truly looked like I had just come off of a three day bender. It wasn’t pretty.  We got to our gate in Edinburgh and fell into our seats (by the way I was STILL freezing!), and tried to make sense of the week we’d had.


I can’t imagine that any concert I ever attend again will come close to those moments in Glasgow. (but I’m certainly willing to keep trying!)  I think that’s why all of us continue to go to shows though – we’re looking for that “high”.  Luckily for me, they seem to keep getting better and better.


The Music’s Between Us or Is It?

For the past week or so, the Daily Duranie has been doing a theme of sorts by telling our stories of meeting the band and having guest bloggers tell theirs.  When Rhonda and I originally discussed how we would handle the blog during the summer and with our real life plans, we came up with this theme.  We also came up with another theme that we thought a lot of people would want to read and talk about, which was people’s favorite show or a show that really meant something to them.  In reaching out to our Duranie community, we asked people if they wanted to write guest blogs about these two topics.  We received 8 guest blogs in total.  How many of them were for favorite show?  One.  That’s right.  ONE.  Some people’s meet and greet stories talked about shows but they also talked about meeting one or more band members as well.  This, of course, got me thinking (What doesn’t? some of you might be thinking.)  I immediately wondered why we would get more meet and greet stories over concert stories.  I would suspect that there are a LOT more people who could talk about concerts.  After all, by this point, I think there are a lot more people who have been a Duran show than have met the band.  Am I right in that assumption?  You tell me.  So, if it isn’t about number of concerts vs. number of meetings, what is it about?  Is meeting the band so much more exciting than going to a show?  Is meeting the band what it is all about?

One thing is certain.  It is much more difficult to meet the band than it is to go to a show.  Now, I know that some of you could point out that it is hard to get either because they never come to your neck-of-the-woods.  Very true.  My point is that it is easier to get tickets to a show than meet the band, in general.  First of all, all it takes (ignoring any geographical challenges) to get a ticket to a show is money.  One cannot buy a meet and greet.  (I hear the arguments here.  Yes, money might help but it isn’t like buying a ticket.)  If people would be able to, then I’m sure a lot more people would have met the band.  Assuming that meeting the band is a more unique situation, this could make it more worthy to talk about.  Yet, I don’t have the feeling that “meeting” the band is as unique as it could be.  Now, I haven’t taken any sort of poll but it seems to me that while a lot of people haven’t met the band, a lot have.  More than half of the fanbase?  I don’t know if it is that high, especially depending on how one’s defines meeting, but I suspect it is higher than 10% of the fans who are reading this blog, commenting on our daily questions, and really participating in the fan community.  So, while I think it is rare, it isn’t that rare.  On the other side of the coin, I’m willing to bet that a lot of people can talk about their favorite Duran show.  Heck, I bet most of us hardcore fans would have a show or 10 we could talk about.  Clearly, if we continue to go to more shows, at least one show must have been good.  Why don’t people want to talk about it?  Isn’t Duran’s music interesting?  Aren’t their performances note-worthy?

I don’t have the answer.  Is the band or members of the band more important than their music?  I doubt anyone would openly say that.  I’m sure that most people would argue that they love the music first and foremost and there is no reason to doubt the truth to this.  Yet, the music isn’t what seems to grab people’s attention.  Maybe, this has more to do with fame and celebrity than it does with Duran, specifically, or Duranland.  Would the same be true for people who went to see many plays with one’s favorite actor or actress?  Would it be more notable to meet that actor than it would be to see those plays, no matter how fabulous the performances, storyline, set, etc. are?  Maybe.  Yet, at the same time we were posting those wonderful meet and greet stories, I heard from fans who had a bad meet and greet.  Some examples were that the band members didn’t seem to want to be there.  They didn’t look at people or talk to anyone.  Other people mentioned how they didn’t even acknowledge fans who had been waiting for them.  This leads me to ponder something else…we, as fans, know that the music is consistently good.  When you are seeing them perform live, the assumption is that they will do well.  The expectation is high but one that Duran continues to meet time and time again.  Meeting them, on the other hand, is filled with such high expectations, usually years or decades in the making.  There are so many emotions connected that when it goes well, it is understandably important to note. 

This leads me to my last question and, maybe, a better question for Duranland.  Which would be better or more important to you (without judgement):  Having a bad meet and greet or attending a great show?  I, personally, feel like I answered this one, in a way.  In 2011, I had the chance to be at a bar with a number of members of the band after a show.  I didn’t say much to any of them (not my style) but I was thrilled to be standing near Dom and Roger.  Yet, that show will not rank as one of my favorites.  Why?  The concert itself was fine.  Decent.  The problem was that the show didn’t wow me and the people I was with could have really cared less.  Yet, in the UK, I didn’t see any members of the band after the shows and I had an absolutely amazing time.  It was a tour of a lifetime.  Clearly, being around the band didn’t make it so special.  What made it special was how good the shows truly were (mind-blowing!!) and being surrounded by my best friend and other really fantastic people.  That’s what did it. 

What about the rest of you?  What matters to you more?


Meeting You

By Angelia Christenbury

The first time I met DD was in July of 1999. I had wanted to meet them since 1982, and had saw them in concert in 1987, and 1993. This time I vowed that I would meet them or else! During the weeks before the show, with the advent of the internet, I had posted to a related message board that I would be attending the show and would love to meet up with other Duranies. Shortly thereafter, I received a message from another Duranie named Ursula that would change my life forever!

Ursula, as it turned out, had seen my message on the internet, and was coming over from Austria to see several shows in America. One of the shows she was going to was the one I was planning on attending. In addition, she informed me she had gotten two backstage passes to the show from Warren Cuccurullo’s brother.  She had no one to go with her backstage and wondered if I would like to go with her!  Are you kidding???!! Would I??!! It was a dream come true! I have never forgotten Ursula for what she did for me. I attended the show, had a wonderful time as always, then met up with Ursula after the show.  She led me to the location where we were to wait to go backstage, and introduced me to Warren’s brother who came by to speak.

We were ushered backstage, and told the guys would be in soon. When the band came in, it was like time stopped. It was all I could do to take a breath. My eyes fixated directly on Simon and my heart all but stopped. He was the one I really wanted to speak to. He walked toward me, passed me, and sat down in a chair that was directly in front of a “Velvet Elvis” painting that was hanging on the wall. At this point I could not help but follow him around like a puppy! I walked over to where he was sitting, not able to say a word. I just stood silently beside him trying to act like I was interested in the painting on the wall. I had my hands limp at my side. Suddenly I felt someone take my right hand! I looked, and to my surprise, Simon had taken my hand! Not kidding! I was shocked! He looked me up, and looked me down and said “My goodness! You’re quite dinky aren’t you!” I had no idea what to say, but fortunately my voice did not fail me, “Yes! Indeed I am!”, was my reply. (I’ll be anything you want me to be…was what I was thinking in the back of my mind.) 

I stepped away knowing that my first meeting with my favorite Duran was more wonderful than I could ever have hoped it would be… After that I was floating on a cloud!  I went over and spoke to Nick and asked him for a picture and an autograph, which he very kindly obliged. Right before I left him, I turned and asked him “Nick, you have a cat right?” he said “Yeah” then I asked “He’s a Russian Blue right?” and he said “Yeah” then I got down to the question I really wanted to ask… “What’s his name?” I blurted out… His answer? “Yag… Y…A…G… Yag…” so, there you have it!

I had been terrified to go up and ask Simon for a picture and autograph. Again Urusla came to my rescue! I was walking from the back of the room to the front, with Ursula right behind me. Suddenly I came face to face with Simon! Ursula knew how badly I wanted a picture and autograph, she also knew how scared I was to ask! So, from behind me she pointed down at my head and said “Can she get a picture with you?” He looked at us, tilted his head slightly as if he were considering whether to do it or not, then said “Alright!” So I went over and put my arm around his waist to take the picture. I thought I felt a slight pressure on my head, but I dismissed it as my imagination… I would not find out until later when I got the picture from Ursula what he had done! He had actually bent sideways at the waist and laid his head on top of mine! I couldn’t believe it!

After that, I was walking on sunshine! I wandered over to another part of the room where I ran into Warren. He asked me how I liked the show and signed my tour program, then I headed out to go home after one of the best nights of my life!

Had someone told me then that there would be several other times I would meet the guys over the next several years, I probably would not have believed it. Of course there was the fact that I had met John at one of his solo shows the year before in 1998 with the help of Patty Palazzo.  But those are different stories, for a different time. 

Born December 30, 1968 Angelia Christenbury has been a Duranie since 1982. She has seen them in concert 17 times (at last count) and will go to as many more as she can for as long as she can! She lives in NC with her husband and one Cat. Her favorite member of the band is Simon. She has spent more money on the band than she would care to imagine (after all she has to put at least one of the LeBon kids through College!) She had one Cat named Yasmin (yes, named by her husband after Yasmin LeBon) who passed away recently at the age of 18, and has another Cat named Baby (4) who is like a daughter to her & her wonderful husband Andrew (who is sweet enough to go along to DD shows with her)! When she isn’t listening to Duran, she enjoys knitting, crochet, crosstitch cooking, movies and reading!