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Hammersmith 1982 – So much has changed, yet stays the same.

It used to be that I enjoyed watching concert videos of Duran Duran because I wasn’t able to see many shows, particularly those from the 80s. I didn’t go to my first Duran Duran concert until 1989, so these concert videos represented a world that I was not involved with, and I often felt like I was on the outside looking in. Even so, I would watch whatever I could find, over and over again in fascination.

Nowadays, I watch them almost incredulously. It is difficult for me to make sense of who they were then versus who they are now. I don’t know if that will make sense to many of you. I suppose in some small way I see them differently now? They’re not on quite as high of a pedestal (assuming they are in fact on any sort of pedestal at all). I see Simon in these videos, for instance – and I see this untouchable, unattainable, enigmatic, person. I didn’t know him, I never met him, and he may as well could have been in a dream rather than reality. That’s how Duran Duran was for me as a child. I still don’t know Simon, but I’ve stood with him in a picture. I’ve waved to him. He’s REAL now in a way he wasn’t then. The band is just a little more real to me as a whole. Even so, I still have a hard time watching these videos and reconciling the fact that the people in this video are the same people I go to see perform now.  It isn’t that the band has changed, it is that I see them differently, I think.

I am the first to admit that when I was ten, the hero-worshipping going on in my head and heart was huge. They may as well have been knights in shining armor. I proudly hung their posters on my wall, and believed they could do no wrong, even when I was presented with evidence that may have proven otherwise. At the time, they were exactly what I needed them to be, because I was a child. I needed and wanted that fairy-tale existence, and although sometimes I will slip and say that I wished I had met them in the 80s, I realize that it would have completely destroyed me to have done so. The unfair expectations that I would have placed upon them would have been enormous. No one could have possibly lived up. When I watch old performance videos like Sing Blue Silver, those old feelings are stirred up a bit. Those memories and feelings behave more as childhood nostalgia than pure hero worship these days, but to be fair there’s still some gushing going on. I mean, I am still a fan.

On the other hand, in adulthood, I think my feelings now are more along the lines of fondness and deep respect. How can I help but not respect Simon, John, Nick and Roger? They’ve stood the test of time, not only with me, but with millions of people worldwide. That’s mind-blowing in this day and age. I don’t giggle when I see them, unless of course I’m about to be hosed down with Simon-spit (and I’m not really sure I giggle about that at the time…I’m too busy ducking for safety!). I think that might be a side-effect from writing the blog, but I’m really not sure. I just know it is hard to see the John Taylor in Sing Blue Silver or even in videos like “The Reflex” and make sense of the fact that yeah, that’s the same John Taylor that I see onstage now. The struggle is real and my brain does not compute.

So much has changed, yet so much really is the same, I suppose!

In 2009, EMI released videos of these early shows, including Hammersmith 1982. I thought it would be fun to watch some of the clips again today. I couldn’t find the concert in entirety so I just chose several to watch. Enjoy!

 

-R

Seen Better Times than Right Now

Beginning with the very moment our newly minted self-hosted site was public and visible, I knew a time would come where it might go down unexpectedly, or would crash. I take the recommended measures of backing everything up on a weekly basis. In fact, I have a program that does it automatically. I also try my best to keep the site updated. That said, there is always a little niggling of fear hiding in the farthest recesses of my mind.  What would I do if the site went down?!?

I’ve only taken the very basics of website design and maintenance classes, and I still have to ask my son and husband questions like, “Remind me again what FTP stands for?”  Yes, I was able to get this site transferred, up, and running, thanks to YouTube. HOWEVER… I am the first to admit I have a lot to learn.

On Halloween, WordPress released a new version, and I immediately updated. When WordPress releases a new version, all of our plug-ins to keep the site looking nice have to be updated. Some of those plug-ins release updates right away, and some take a bit longer. I update as I’m notified and it’s a very simple process – two clicks and I’m done. Since I am on the site all week, I keep the site running without a problem. Last week though, I was not online much. I had blogged ahead of time, and because I was so busy, I didn’t check-in much after Wednesday morning. Thursday was Thanksgiving, then my family packed up and left for a camping trip.

All was fine until Saturday morning when I noticed Amanda had tweeted something about a white screen on the website. I looked myself and sure enough, the site was blank. That’s odd, I thought. I figured it would sort itself out and that it was a host issue – something I can’t really control. I went about my day because dang it, I was wine tasting and looking at property in the Paso Robles area.

Then yesterday morning, I checked again and the site was still blank. That’s when I became very concerned. The site is down. What in the hell am I supposed to do from here?!? I tried to push the thought out of my mind and enjoy the morning before we left. I kept thinking about it, knowing that I was going to have to fix it, and I had no idea how. Good times, right? Then Amanda sent a text right around noon, as we were leaving. She was nervous, and I was pretty much captive as I sat in the passenger seat of my F350 while my husband towed our trailer and headed for home. I didn’t know what I could do from the middle of nowhere, but I started reading websites to see if I could troubleshoot the problem.

Given the very little I know about websites, the one thing I kept considering was that maybe I’d missed an update for a plug-in. That will make everything go haywire, and maybe that’s what the blank screen was about. I didn’t know for sure and kept reading. There were a lot of very scary things that it could have been – like we had reached our memory limit, or perhaps a database failure – two things I didn’t even know could happen. Their symptoms though were a little different from what I was seeing, so I was hopeful it was just the plug-ins.

So I sent Amanda articles to read via text message, and in the meantime, since I was not at home, I didn’t have access to the fifty different passwords it requires in order to get into our freaking server and control panel. I’m glad it is so heavily guarded, but holy hell there are too many to know! We were sending codes and new passwords and learning different emails – it was a genuine mess and a very long sordid tale, and Amanda kept saying she didn’t know what to do and I was firm in return, “You HAVE to do this. I am in the freaking middle of NOWHERE.” 

Finally, triumphantly, Amanda got it sorted. The problem was a stupid plug-in, which she deactivated. Presto! The website was once again visible and working. Amanda saved the site! She says she can’t do the website stuff, but I have news for her: YES YOU CAN, BECAUSE YOU JUST DID IT. 

The thing is, we are not Duran Duran. We don’t have a team of people ready and able to do the work. We ARE the team. Our lives are not glamorous, and sometimes, shit goes really wrong. That was never clearer than this weekend.

And then…without much warning, my family truck dies while driving south on the 101 from Paso Robles. The funny thing is that normally, we take the 5 home, which…if you’ve ever seen our Daily Duranie tweets when Amanda and I are driving up north from my house, you know it is desolate and in the middle of nowhere. That central valley is hot, dry, and empty.  Along the 101 though, is fully populated. It’s town after town, with many more services available.

All was fine, until it wasn’t. We were on the highway, in the right lane but still ON the highway, and the truck announces that it is done. Finished. Not going any damn farther. Never mind that my entire family was in the car, along with our dog Gizmo and a 31-foot trailer in back of us. We kind of glided up the off-ramp as I started wondering how long it will be before we were hit or something terrible happened. (I think in terms of worst-case scenario, because typically in my life -that’s pretty much what happens!) Just as the truck made it to the top of the ramp, we saw that it was a gentle downward slope from there, and so we were all yelling, “Come on truck!”. Our hope was that the trailer made it up and over the top so that the momentum pushed us down the hill to a safer spot, and as luck would have it, there was a huge pull-off spot in front of us. We coasted down the hill, Walt parked the truck, he and Gavin jumped  out, opened the hood, and I started wondering how we were going to get home.

I asked Heather where we were, and she told me we were in Orcutt, California. A bell rung in my head. I know someone! My touring buddy, Lori, lives there, and so I text her. She answers back, and not only is she in the city, it turns out she’s housesitting at her moms, which is honestly right around the block from where our truck has stranded us!

Graciously, Lori picked me up so that I could get to a car rental agency. Thank goodness there were no photos, because I was mess. Our plan was to have our truck towed to a nearby Ford dealer, and the trailer towed to Lori’s mom’s house. (It is a pain in the ass to figure out how to get that damn trailer home, I have to tell you!) So, we made it home.

It was quite a weekend, I must say. When things like this happen, I can’t help but wonder if anyone in DD has these kinds of mishaps. I can’t imagine John Taylor and Gela breaking down in the middle of nowhere (and surely not with a trailer!) Or Simon troubleshooting a website. (Maybe Nick, though!) All I know is that today I am doubly grateful to be at home, in my house, struggling to get a blog posted.

The site still isn’t working perfectly. I’m having trouble getting it to edit properly, but I think that’s a WordPress thing and not a site thing. I hope. I just don’t think I can handle another White Screen of Death for a while!

-R

Happy Birthday to Me – it’s video day!

Today is a strange day for me. I’m blogging, and it is my birthday. Normally Amanda blogs on my birthday, alas, she is at work. I’m also at work. Work is exhausting.

So, here is what we’re going to do. We’re going to watch videos!! The parameters are that these are some of my favorite Duran Duran music videos, and they aren’t in any particular order.

Yes, I went there. I had to. It was the first Duran Duran video I ever saw, and believe it or not, it is still a favorite. 🙂  No eye-rolling here. (You’re welcome, Nick.)

Look at the thumbnail and tell me you don’t know why I picked it.

There probably isn’t another DD song or video that gives me more joy. I need joy.

It’s beautiful. That is all.

When I think of Duran Duran, this is the first video that pops into my head. I will forever see them in silk suits and tans…and when I picture Simon LeBon, this is the image I see.  I smile nearly every time.

It has occurred to me that I could have easily just put up a link to their first video album. Funny how those first videos have stuck with me forever as favorites.

Moving on…

I just love the black and white.

I will forever equate this video with the memory of Amanda and I being met with thunder, lightning and hail in the UK as we walked through the same cemetery they filmed in. I still chuckle when I think about it…forgive me as I squee and brag that I also got to see this room in person!

Gonna end this with Burning the Ground. As much as I still don’t know that I love this mishmash, I still like the video because it reminds me of everything they were…and everything they became.

I’m off to watch Live from London now (I wrote this yesterday)…which was released in the UK, Europe and Australia on THIS day (November 7th) in 2005.

Cheers!

-R

And Steaming Crowds They Gather and They Shout

My lyric day blog is a day late again.  I wanted to write a blog post about my decision  to go to the Vegas show first.  Today’s shuffle brought me a fan favorite, New Religion.  Then, I had to pick a lyric, which really isn’t all that easy for this song.  There are so many lines I could have picked.  Nonetheless, I went with the line, “And steaming crowds they gather and they shout.”  First of all, it is a good one.  Second and more importantly, it seemed pretty dang fitting this week as the news of a show was the topic of discussion.

Yesterday, my students watched a video about treaties the United States had with Native Americans and the lasting impact that broken treaties and more on the native people.  The video I show is one of my favorites.  The speaker is filled with dramatic pauses, emotional reactions, as well as visuals that enhance the message.  I want my students to feel the importance of Native American history.  If I could cue a classic musical soundtrack to increase the emotionality of the moment, I would.  Honestly, it is one of the aspects of history that I enjoy the most, the drama involved with the story of world events.

Why did I tell you that?  What does it have to do with Duran?  Or the song lyric I chose?  Simple.  I wish that I could convey the importance, the significance, the meaning of Duran Duran and their history to non-fans.  Just last night, I was listening to music while I did some things around the house.  The first song that came up was Planet Roaring.  Every time I hear that song, I wish that I could play it for each and every friend and family member I know so that they could understand the emotionality, the passion that Duranies feel at a show and feel about being Duran fans.  I want to use that song in the way that images and quotes were used in the video I showed in school.  For my students, those elements made it so they cared, so that they understood on a deeper, more emotional level.  I would hope that songs and lyrics like the one I have chosen would do the same thing, at least in my fantasy.

Many times, I think about posting a song like New Religion on my Facebook or other social media to try to explain my fandom.  The line about the crowd gathering is an essential piece of it.  Something magical happens at a show.  I have been lucky enough to attend shows in lots of different places.  No matter where the show is, it always feels the same.  We do all gather and shout, from casual fans who like a few songs to the hardcore fans who have traveled to be there.  Shows are essentially a  crowd who are screaming, shouting, singing, dancing together to music that matters to them.  Each person makes up the entity that is much bigger than them.  The Duran phenomenon is made up of the band members, the supporting players and the fans.  We are part of something significant and the concerts show that.  To me, each show feels that monumental, dramatic, historic.

I just wish that I could adequately explain or show this to friends and family who don’t get it.   Until I figure out a way, I will stick to the songs that seem to capture that feeling of significance for me.  New Religion is definitely one of those songs.

-A

Feelings Are Good

Normally, lyric day takes place on Fridays.  This week, though, it is happening on Saturday.  Why?  I couldn’t write Simon’s birthday blog on any day but his birthday.  I had to write about Simon’s birthday yesterday.  I had to.  Therefore, I chose to do lyric day today.  As always, I hit shuffle and the first Duran related song that popped up was John’s song, Feelings Are Good.  Normally, I would take a look at the lyrics and focus in on one specific line.  This time, though, I’m going to address the chorus and title:  Feelings are good.

I have always had a love/hate relationship with emotions.  As a kid, I was pretty emotional.  This led to a lot of grief in my world.  Other kids saw that I was sensitive, emotional and used that against me.  Many kids thought there was nothing funnier than making me upset by pushing a button or two.  My older siblings probably needled me a bit, too.  Initially, this didn’t stop me from being emotional.  Often, these interactions would get me more upset, which only encouraged other kids to do more of the same.  At the same time, I heard from a lot of adults that I needed to learn to control my emotions.  The message was clear.  I was smart but if I wanted others to take me seriously, I had to keep my emotions in check.  In that case, these adults were offering me good advice, in many ways, even if I couldn’t quite grasp what they were suggesting.

As I got older, I began to do exactly what the adults thought I should do.  I got my emotions under control.  Then, I started teaching.  Truly, being a teacher means hiding a lot and putting on a mask in front of students.  I cannot necessarily show the kids how I feel about a huge list of issues.  The me I show them is professional and positive.  It appears as if I have it all together when that is usually as far from the truth as possible.  Basically, teaching is like being an actor, to some extent.  Some might think this means that I’m not genuine but it is really about putting my students’ needs above mine.  When I first started teaching, I wasn’t very good at this. I still didn’t really know how to hide my feelings and there were many days in which I found myself in various offices crying for a variety of reasons.  In the last five years, I can count the number of times I have cried at work on one hand.  Now, I have gotten very good at this skill.

Some people might say that I have become too good at it and that this hurts me.  People cannot get to know me in the same way because I appear closed off.  I seem less human then.  The funny part is that the emotional child still lives inside of me.  I still feel a lot.  My heart is squeezed frequently for all sorts of reasons and I do wish that people understood that about me.  Just because I don’t show a lot about what I’m feeling now doesn’t mean that I’m not feeling something within.

You might be wondering why I am telling you all this and how this relates to fandom.  Let me explain.  Fandom is the one thing that allows the mask to slide down.  It allows me to feel all that I can.  On top of that, fandom makes me feel so much that I don’t hide my emotions as much as I can in the rest of my life.  I just can’t.  It is also the area in which I don’t let myself think too much.  I’m more spontaneous.  I have heard from a number of people over the years that Rhonda and I are pretty enthusiastic at a Duran show.  I think that is true.  It is the one area that I don’t feel like I have to hide or carry myself in a ultra professional way.  No, concerts are about feeling and showing those feelings.  They create passions and excitement that cannot be hidden easily.  Goodness know that I have tried to hide some of enthusiasm but fail each and every time.

Now, as someone who feels like I have to present myself in a certain way at work, I appreciate fandom more.  I like that it makes me feel so much that I cannot hide it.  I don’t want to hide it.  I like that it makes me feel so much joy and happiness that it is like my heart will burst.  I appreciate that I cannot hide how much I like Duran Duran.  In many ways, fandom gives me an emotional freedom that I long for, that I need.

As I have tried to balance the profession teacher persona with the enthusiastic, over-the-top fan, I have learned that feelings can be good and that there are times when it is important to hide emotions but there are times that all those feelings must come out.

-A

Amanda’s Five Joyful Moments of Fandom

A couple of weeks ago, I blogged about an idea I had. This idea was a simple one–that I was going to take time to think about moments when I experienced real joy, related to my fandom. These moments might happen when the band is around and they might occur when they are not around. The idea was to acknowledge those times when I stopped for a second or two, looked around and realized that, in that moment, I was truly happy. Those moments might not be big or small and they might not have been perfect but something was happening that made my heart feel full. I have taken some time in the last two weeks to think of these moments. Some of them I knew right away and others took longer to pop into my head. Here are five of those moments, in no particular order. I’m certain that there were more but I’m going with these. Then, next week, I’ll share five more.

1. Singing Hungry Like the Wolf at Howl at the Moon on Bourbon Street in New Orleans in September 2004.
This moment happened on the second night of the Friends of Mine Convention.  At the time of the convention, I had just returned to the Duran fandom and felt like I had taken a huge risk in going to this convention. After all, I had never traveled for fandom before and didn’t really know anyone except for the person who went with me. I knew that this would be a moment that would either cause my fandom to grow or to fade. Luckily for me, I had an absolute blast and met so many amazing people, including Rhonda. It was a turning point, indeed. While I didn’t know that at the time, I knew that I was having an absolutely amazing time when we were at the piano bar, Howl at the Moon. We had finally convinced them to play some Duran and there we were, late at night, singing loudly and proudly to Hungry Like the Wolf. I felt like I had found my people.

2. Secret Oktober in Brighton in November 2011.
As many of you know, Rhonda and I flew to the UK in the spring of 2011 to see Duran play in their home country, only to have the shows canceled on us due to Simon’s lost vocal range. At the time of that trip, both of us felt fairly certain that the band was done and Simon would never sing again. Of course, we didn’t dare utter that thought from fear that it would be true. Thus, when the band was able to perform again, we didn’t hesitate to go back, to try it again. Brighton was our first show of that tour, which will always make it magical but when we heard the first notes to Secret Oktober, it transcended even that. Rhonda and I looked at each other in shock and awe before hugging like goofs and turning our attention back to the stage. Magical, indeed.

3. Agua Caliente show in March 2017.
This has been a tough year for me and it was especially tough in those first couple of months. One reason was that Rhonda and I weren’t communicating as we normally do. We felt distant from each other and I desperately fretted that our friendship was slowly dying. When the shows at Agua Caliente were announced, I knew that I had to go. I figured it might either be my last tour or it would turn things around. Both shows were amazing but the second night, up front, felt like everything was right again. At the end of the show, I posted the following on my personal Facebook, “The truth is that I love this band more than I can say. I can’t imagine never seeing them again. They bring me joy…” Indeed.

4. Laughing hysterically at Tempo Cafe in Chicago in March 2005.
While the convention in 2004 brought me my people, the spring Astronaut tour made Rhonda and I touring partners for life. We saw two shows that weekend in Chicago and Milwaukee. After the second show, we ended up needing food and caffeine at like five in the morning. Tempo Cafe was the only place in downtown Chicago that we knew was open twenty-four hours a day. After waiting for forever to get a seat, once we got our food, Rhonda and I could not stop laughing. I have no idea what the heck was so funny but we laughed and laughed and laughed until tears were flowing. I knew then that when we get together, laughter will always follow.

5. Hail storm in Brompton Cemetery in London in May 2011.
When Rhonda and I went to the UK for shows that did not happen, we promised ourselves that we would not just sit around and feel sorry for ourselves. We were going to make lemonade out of lemons. Thankfully, friends took sympathy on us and gave us some info on where some Duran landmarks are located, including Brompton Cemetery, the one featured in the All You Need Is Now video. We spent one day following this mini-tour, including stopping by the very cool cemetery. The funny part is that every time we got near a Duran specific place, it would thunder and rain like you would not believe. We wondered if the gods were trying to tell us something. By the time we hit the cemetery, we were ready for whatever. Whatever is what we got. No sooner had we entered through the gate when it started to storm. This storm included some significant hail. We ran until we found shelter, laughing all the way, as we were certain that we looked like drowned rats.

Now that I have five of my fandom moments that have brought me joy, I ask that all of you do the same.  I want to read everyone’s very cool moments related to their fandom.  I guarantee that my week will be better off because of them.  Then, next week, I will share five more to round out my ten joyful fandom moments.

-A

 

The Music is Still Between Us: Durandemonium 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On this date in 2013, Duranies descended upon the fine city of Chicago for Durandemonium.

Held at a small, efficient-yet-boutiquey hotel (that no longer exists under the same name or brand) in downtown Chicago, fans from as far as Canada and the UK came together to celebrate Duran Duran over the course of a weekend. Activities ranged from a first night out at Howl at the Moon, where Duranies were invited onstage for their own rendition of none other than “Hungry Like the Wolf” (If the whole “writing about fandom” thing doesn’t work out – there’s absolutely no future in singing onstage for me), to an author panel and a private screening of Diamond in the Mind in a local Chicago theatre. The celebration culminated with a themed-banquet and after party at what has to be one of the best named alternative-music neighborhood clubs in the country – Late Bar.

It wasn’t just the activities that made the weekend special. It is the friendships that were created. Amanda and I love getting notes from people who went to the convention and still talk about how much fun it was. That’s how Amanda and I feel about the convention we attended in New Orleans in 2003. The activities were great, but the times we remember most were the talking and laughing in small groups. If I could bottle that part of what it takes to make a convention successful, I’d carry it with me forever.

Amanda and I have been approached countless times since that weekend about doing another. In the past we’ve even started the planning, only to be railroaded by one thing or another and forced to put the idea aside. Money is always an issue. Conventions are not cheap. Even our convention in Chicago required several thousands of dollars up front, and as one might imagine – blogging does not pay those kinds of bills. Time is another sticky problem. Planning a convention can take hundreds of man-hours, which are not always readily available. We’ve considered doing an event at a club one evening, and then suggesting a hotel to stay at to make a weekend out of it, so it’s more of a get together than actual convention, but because the two of us live a few states apart, the logistics are a problem. We’re in Duran downtime now though, so perhaps it is time to give it all more consideration.  Personally I think it would be a blast to pick a city, meet up at a hotel, and do a Duranie slumber party!  There’s still our dream of paying the band to come and perform a private gig, too (Who does not dream of that? Right after I win the lottery – I’m on it!)

I’ve had the chance to not only attend, but plan two enjoyable, cathartic events as a fan. Three if you count that one time I flew to Chicago on a whim for a weekend so that I could go to March MaDDness (a one night fan get together) with Amanda in the Foundation Room at the House of Blues. I’ve marveled over this fan community before, but going to a fan event like a convention changed my entire life. I want nothing more than to recreate the same safe space for other fans. So many of us are judged by the t-shirts we wear, music we play and concerts we attend. For me, it was a relief to finally be in a place where I could just be myself with others who understood. That’s what I mean by “safe space”. We’re never all going to agree on the minutia, and we’re not all going to be best friends, or even friendly in some cases. We’re all different. Our fan community is complex. We each have our own favorite memories, band members, songs, albums, or tours. When it all boils down, the music is still between us. The music is the common thread that connects us as fans. I feel like we should celebrate that as often as possible.

-R

 

 

 

Girl You’re Looking Beat

Blogging during Duran down time is not easy.  There is little news to respond to and many of the fandom overview topics have been covered.  I am beginning to feel like blogging is like teaching a student who really struggles to learn.  For teachers, that student pushes our thinking to be more creative, to try something new, to figure out something new in order to reach that kid.  On one hand, I appreciate that my job does that.  It keeps me creative and a good problem solver.  Now, I think the blog is kind of like that.  I now have to push myself to be creative when I blog during downtime.  I cannot assume that news will happen.  It is up to me to find something to talk about.

Luckily, I feel like I have up with an idea.  When I cannot think of anything to write, I will simply hit shuffle on whatever music device is closest to pick out a song.  From there, I’ll pick out a lyric that hits me for some reason.  I did that today and got the song, Shelter.  From there, I checked out the lyrics and focused in on, “Girl You’re Looking Beat.”  Yep.  I resemble that remark.

Teachers are funny creatures.  On one hand, the VERY last thing that we want to do is to talk school, work, the job.  On the other hand, we are desperate to share, to vent, to get our emotions out of our system.  After all, at work, we put on a game face with the students.  We learn to suppress our thoughts and feelings for the benefit of others, the students.  After awhile, this wears as does the work load both in and out of the classroom.  I’m sure, right now, if anyone would see me, s/he/they would think that I am looking beat.  They would not be wrong.

If work was not enough, the world has seemed very heavy lately.  News like the massacre that happened in Vegas or the suffering as a result of hurricanes and their aftermaths adds to the exhaustion.  Believe me when I say that the news gets to me.  Believe me when I also say that knowing the horror makes me less anxious than not.  If all that was not enough, I am busy planning an event for the political group that I lead and am making plans to pick up my niece from college for her fall break.  Heck, even last night’s book club added to the exhaustion.  Any and all activity feels like so much work right now.  Despite my exhaustion, I continue to move forward.

What is interesting to me is how there seems to be a Duran lyric to describe any time and any feeling.  It feels to me that this is the beauty of their lyrics.  They are left open to interpretation and do put into words that which is intangible, those very complex emotions that we all carry with us.  If you had to pick a lyric to describe you, right now, what is it and why?  I would love to know!

-A

Wrightegaarden, Norway 2011–Do you Remember?

Do you remember 2011?  I can barely remember it myself. Actually, even yesterday feels like a struggle right now, much less 2011….but I’ll try.

On this date in 2011, Duran Duran was scheduled to play Wrightegaarden in Norway. (We know that there are more than a few fans out there that might remember this)  Unfortunately, the band had to cancel, and yes, this was included in the set of dates canceled due to Simon’s vocal problems during the All You Need is Now tour.

Even sadder, the band has not made it back to Norway since. We can only hope that the band will in fact return there – maybe for the 4th anniversary celebration. Right about now, it seems easier to fantasize about what the band might do and where they might go to celebrate than thinking about real life. The sky is the limit, as they say. Reality comes later, but for now, we can hope.

-R