The fact is, I don’t know where to begin. I don’t honestly know John Taylor. (then again, that hasn’t really stopped me before….) My closest encounter with him was at the Virgin Megastore signing for Astronaut on Sunset Blvd. Nick handed him my Astronaut album, John didn’t even look up, signed it – and handed it on to Simon, who was already chatting up my daughter about the book she was reading and quizzing her on what songs she liked best off off of the album. In desperation to have SOME sort of real interaction with him, I said “The album is beautiful, John”, to which he briefly glanced up at the girl directly in front of him and said “Thank you”. That’s it, that is my John story! (you can’t see me, but I’m taking a bow right here)
John is the one band member that I haven’t ever seen out in public after a show. He doesn’t tend to mingle – although I know he has tried (I just haven’t been to a show where that’s happened). I hear it’s nearly impossible for him, that fans still believe that they have the right to grab him, attempt to rip his clothes off and behave like wild animals. Yep, because that is DEFINITELY going to make him see that fans are cool people and that we aren’t crazy. I can’t say I blame him for not hanging out after a show, rather choosing to find refuge, quiet time and privacy. The only people missing out are indeed the fans on this one, and it’s a shame.
Where is John Taylor in my personal line-up of Duran Duran favorites? Here is the reality: John Taylor is too handsome for me. He’s completely and totally out of my league, and I know it. I’ve never had a crush on John just like I never had a crush on the cutest football player in high school, or any of the Sigma Pi’s (arguably the most popular fraternity on my college campus at the time I went to college) at Cal State Fullerton. They were out of my league. Sure, I’d admire them from afar; but I never dared mention that they were the object of my admiration. Back in the 80’s, John was the most popular member of Duran Duran. (my apologies to Roger, Nick, Simon and Andy) I knew it. He probably knew it…and every other female fan out there knew it. As a result, when I’d hang out with my friends from school and discuss Duran Duran (every single day at recess and lunch!), we’d talk about our favorites. John was always the one that the girls would fight over. I’d wait until they were finished, see how it all settled out, and then name my favorite: Roger. I always wondered why everyone went for John and fought over him – sure, he was cute and all – but Roger had that dark hair, dark eyes and those brooding looks – (and oddly enough, my husband…as well as my boyfriends prior to my husband, have ALL had dark hair and dark eyes.) who needed blonde bangs and a baby face? I suppose that while I knew John was the obviously handsome one, there was a certain amount of comfort knowing that most of the time, no one would fight me for Roger. So I stuck with him. John had a very secure place on my bedroom walls – right above my mirror, just to the left of Roger. I knew where he stood with me, I know where he still stands, and I’m still way out of his league.
Once upon a time, I complained quite openly on this blog about the lack of connection between the band and the fans. John was truly at the center of my complaint because not even a year prior (to the time I’d written the blog), he’d spoken at a conference for the 25th anniversary of the internet at UCLA. His main assertion was that the internet, with the sheer amount of information, content, etc that is available – really ruins the romance and mystery that takes place when you’re a fan of a celebrity or band. To his credit, I did and do understand his point. The trouble was, this was no longer the 1970’s or the 1980’s. The media is available. Social networking is the norm – either celebrities and bands use it, or they are left behind. The general public wants more than an album and a tour. They want to feel that personal connection. Even more to his credit, John apparently revisited his theory and actually tried Twitter. The first day he posted, I nearly fell out of my chair. Within what felt like days, he was obviously hooked, and so were the fans. I can’t speak for John, but as a fan I have to say that I think it’s helped many of us feel that bonding on a completely different level than we ever have had before. After 30 some years of following the band, it’s as though our “relationship” with the band is at a new level, and most of the time – it feels good. I would venture to guess that it feels good for John as well. When he says that it feels like good therapy – I believe him. He’s witty, not at all rude (even when I think he should be!), and extremely patient even in times where I think he should tell us all to take a long walk off of a short pier. Some say he might wear his heart on his sleeve, and some may say he overshares – but I think he’s become much more to me than just a pinup on my wall or the bass player in the band. He’s become a real person, and I treasure that even though he still has no idea who in the hell I am. (probably for the best!)
John has commented that he’s a narcissist. I say “show me a rock star that isn’t!” I think that when you’re a celebrity, it’s very easy to fall into that trap. Let’s face it – when you’re on stage every night, it IS all about you. This isn’t a free pass for John, or anyone for that matter, but the reality is – John SEES it in himself. How isn’t that admirable? Let me tell you John, I worked with a “rock band” (the quotes are necessary here for a number of reasons…), and those kids were not only narcissistic without reason, but they didn’t even notice it in themselves. That, my friend, is not admirable, it’s immaturity. You sir, are just the opposite in about every single way imaginable. Newsflash to John Taylor: You are human. You have faults. We kind of like you anyway. 🙂