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The Limit of Fandom

I am a huge Duran Duran fan, which is pretty clear by the amount of time I spend on message boards, on social networking sites and on this blog.  I have spent quite a bit of money over the years on shows and on their products.  It is not uncommon to hear my stereo playing something Duran related or seeing a Duran show or dvd on my television.  When I’m with my Duranie friends or talking to them on the phone, they are always part of the conversation.  I memorized as many facts as I could as a fresh, new Duranie in the 1980s and I like to share that knowledge when I can, even now!  As I type, I have no doubt in my mind that I will buy the new album on the day it comes out and will plan to travel as soon as tour dates are announced.  I am a big fan, but, even I have my limits.

Four years ago today, Rhonda and I were among the thousands standing on a muddy field in New Orleans waiting for the headlining act to appear.  Initially, we thought we were so smart as these general admission tickets to the Voodoo Festival cost us around $25 a piece.  We arrived early in order to stake our spots in front and we managed to do just that by being about two or three rows back from the center walkway.  Before arriving at the festival site, we bought a blanket to sit on as we knew that it would be hours before Duran played.  Again, we thought we were so smart!  By two or three in the afternoon, there was no longer room to sit down and we were struggling to maintain our position as more and more people were pushing their way to the front.  Then, the crowd surfing and moshing began.  As most Duranies know, this is not EVER something that happens at a Duran show and we like it that way.  As a short female, I appreciate knowing that I am not risking injuries by attending a show.  We literally spent the next four or five hours watching and guarding against getting kicked in the head or face and against losing our spots.  This was not at all enjoyable.  We were no longer feeling so smart.

By the time Duran appeared on stage, we were more relieved than anything else.  After all, we had been standing in a tiny spot for literally hours with no room to move, no chance for food or drinks and no way to even think about going to find a bathroom.  I do remember that at the end of Duran’s set, Simon dared to ask the question, “Do you have time for one more song?”  Dear Rhonda screamed back at him, “Do I have time for one more song?  I have time for 50 more songs, now sing bitch!!”  as she, like me, felt like we had deserved to hear thousands of songs for all that we had suffered through. 

After that show, I discovered that I, too, have a limit as a fan.  I’m willing to do a lot in the name of being a Duranie.  I’m willing to put up with not-so-good albums *RCM* but I am no longer going to be attending any festivals featuring Duran Duran or anyone from the band unless I get a seat ON the stage.  I don’t like, literally, fighting for survival.  I can’t say that I’m a fan of standing on my feet for HOURS or not getting anything to eat or drink.  Bathrooms are a necessary part of life that was sacrificed that day.  So, never again will this Duranie attend a festival.  That is my limit.  What’s yours?

-A

How do they do it?!?

Last night, I had a splitting neck and headache.  One muscle in my neck was truly throbbing – so I took some Advil and went upstairs to bed.  I have a special pillow that I have to use because of this neck pain – and typically after a good nights sleep, I’m fine in the morning.

Well, at some point last night or very early this morning, I went to roll over and felt what I can only characterize as a Charlie (no pun intended on this one!) Horse in my back.  It was a muscle between my spine and shoulder blade.  I tried moving – and the pain only got worse.  Eventually I did fall back asleep, but I woke up this morning and the pain was horrific.  I look like a 90 year old woman trying to move. (and even then, my mother tells me that she knows 90 year olds that are moving better than I am this morning.  Thanks Mom!)

Originally I wasn’t going to blog – I can barely hold my head straight enough to stop my back from killing, so blogging wasn’t a big priority – then I started thinking about the band.  How on earth do they do it?!?  I will be 40 in just 19 days, and that makes me younger than the band, and yet I haven’t ever seen Simon stop and think before jumping off of the drum riser or dancing on stage.  (some might say that perhaps he should have! :D)   I suppose that by continuing to work out each night doing shows, they stay in a lot better shape than I am right now, but even so, I have to hand it to them.  I’m not sure I could do as active of a show at their age, and they do it almost every night when they’re touring!

Over the weekend, I went with my husband and some friends of ours to a Ragtime festival in Fullerton.  My husband is a piano player, and he loves Scott Joplin. The festival was fun, obviously completely different from a rock concert, and what struck me upon getting to the small club where the festival was held was that the audience was made up  almost entirely of senior citizens.  Many of them had to be in their 80’s, and as I watched – many of them were smiling, bouncing with the music and just enjoying themselves.  To many of these people, this WAS their rock music.  Ragtime, Tin Pan Alley, Dixieland – all of them are forms of jazz that were popular back in their day.  Rock and Roll didn’t even begin until the 50’s, so to this generation – Ragtime was it!  The beauty of this music is that even at their age, they can sit and listen to piano players recreate the sounds of their youth.  (many of whom were in the same basic age range as the audience!)  I’m just wondering if Simon, John, Nick & Roger are going to be OK with coming to play for all of us as they reach their 70’s and 80’s…even if we’re all sitting in chairs while they do it!  😀   Better keep working out guys, because we’re going to keep needing our “group therapy” for quite a while!!

Now, if you all will excuse me, I’m going to hobble on over and get some Advil!

-R