Yesterday’s winner: Is There Something I Should Know
In which video does Andy look better: New Moon on Monday or The Reflex?
Yesterday’s winner: Is There Something I Should Know
In which video does Andy look better: New Moon on Monday or The Reflex?
The 4th of July, or Independence Day, is my favorite holiday. Food, friends, fireworks – it’s everything that I love about summer. (Except maybe the heat. Not a big fan of that) Unlike many people who complain about the fireworks scaring their dogs, I bring my dog with me to the fireworks, and have done it since he was a puppy. Gizmo (yes, that’s my dog’s name – he’s a nearly 4-year old Maltese/Shih Tzu mix) doesn’t mind the noise or the fireworks one little bit, as long as he’s sitting in my lap. He keeps me warm, and I keep him feeling safe. It works well. I like that the 4th is a day that I can spend just hanging out. Unlike other holidays where I feel as though I’m physically chained to my kitchen in some form, the 4th is social and relaxing, and I have always adored fireworks.
Since this day is a national holiday in the states, I’m not actually writing this on Wednesday. In fact, as you’re reading, I am likely already at my sister-in-law’s home, enjoying time in her back garden with a mai-tai in hand. We plan to celebrate with a yummy Hawaiian-style lunch/dinner, and then have fireworks. I took the day off from blogging and social media, so this post will be short.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Wednesday, and if you live in the USA, have a delightful and safe holiday! I’ll be back tomorrow with a regular-length post!
Here’s the real deal: as you are reading this, I am in the middle of a drive up north…but I couldn’t very well leave you all hanging without a blog for today, could I?
Today marks a special anniversary of sorts. On YESTERDAY’S date in 2008, Duran Duran played a show called The Smirnoff Experience at La Cigale in Paris with Mark Ronson as a special guest. It is one of my favorite shows – one I wish I could have been at (and I know many of you reading were probably in the audience!). There are a lot of reasons why this show is among my favorites – Smirnoff VODKA…. Mark joining Duran Duran onstage is certainly special, I love the jamming that Mark does with Dom, and the band seemed like they were on fire that night. I think Amanda might be lucky enough to have the entire show on DVD, which is how I saw it to begin with!
I searched online and found the show, or parts from it anyway, on YouTube. So, here you go!
Truthfully, it isn’t every day that we run into a brand new fan, particularly those that discovered the band in 2018, just a few weeks ago! Today, we are thrilled to share a story that will sound very familiar to most Duranies – once again proving that there is absolutely ZERO age limits on being a fan! Enjoy – R
by Kathy Diaz
Duranies all have stories about how they discovered the band. Most fans likely found the band back in their teenage years during the early 80’s, when the band began their career and during their golden days of glory. My story is quite different, especially because I didn’t grow up in the 1980’s. I was born in 1986, just months before Duran Duran released their fourth studio album, Notorious. By the time I was born, they already had a steady career, but I didn’t learn about them until much later. I missed their comeback in the charts with “The Wedding Album” in 1993, and even their reunion of their original lineup in 2003. I didn’t even take notice of them when they first released their latest album “Paper Gods” in 2015. No, it wasn’t until 2018—yes, just this very year—that I found this band and became a fan.
I always have been a fan of 80’s music, as I grew up listening to Michael Jackson and Madonna. I knew about the existence of a band called Duran Duran, but I never really paid much attention to them before. Up until this year, the only song I could recognize by Duran Duran was “Ordinary World”. I probably listened it on the radio when I was a child, but I didn’t know who sang it, or even the name of the song.
It all started a couple of weeks ago, when I was searching for new music for my Spotify playlists. I stumbled upon a YouTube channel that makes lists of songs by the year. I was watched the playlist for “Top Songs of 1982” that I came across “Hungry Like the Wolf”. I was immediately impressed. The song, video, and lead singer—whose name I later learned to be Simon Le Bon—all stuck with me. A normal person would have looked for the song, downloaded it and that was the end of it. Not me. I had to look up the video of “Hungry Like the Wolf” again. After I finished watching it, I knew I was completely hooked. It was like love at first sight.
I spent the rest of the night watching some of their other music videos and I was in awe with “Save a Prayer”, “Rio”, “Is There Something I Should Know”, and “Wild Boys”. I kept asking myself: “How I didn’t discover this band before?” “Where was I living, under a rock?!?” Apparently! After this discovery, I knew I would never be the same again.
During the following days, I indulged myself in a Duran Duran marathon from morning-to-night. I figured that since I was on vacation from work, I had the time to do it. I spent those days listening to their songs, watching their music videos, and looking for any information I could. I quickly learned the history of the band, the names and backgrounds of each member, and anything else I could find on the internet. Their songs give me a warm feeling. I could be feeling down, or stressed, but when I am listening to their songs, I feel happy, calm and joyful. It is rare for a band to have this effect on me.
I felt alone in this new obsession because I didn’t know anyone who were also a fan of this band, so I decided to search in Facebook for Duran Duran groups. I found two amazing groups full of Duranies who gave me a warm welcome to their inner circle, even though I was kind of an outsider since I had just become a fan only weeks ago and they all had been fans for almost four decades.
Then, some moments of frustration came. I found out they played in my country, Puerto Rico just 2 years ago. Before that, they played here other 3 times. I was so distracted by other things that I didn’t discover them in time to go to any of those shows. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and slap myself in the face for not paying attention before. I am thankful that they are still together and making music, but it also makes me a bit sad that I had to discover them in a dry period when there is no news on new albums or tour. I don’t know why I had to discover them now, was it fate or just coincidence?
All I know, is that this band is giving me joy and happiness with their music. That is something I thought only could happen when you were a teenager. I believed my years of “fangirling” for a band were over long ago. I didn’t ask for this, but Duran Duran just came into my life, changed it and I didn’t expect it at all.
I still have a lot to catch up on, but I feel happy to be part of this fandom. I so look forward to what Duran Duran has in store for the future. Hopefully one day, not too far in the future, I will finally see them live for the first time. Until then, I will enjoy this new interest as much as I can, however possible.
Kathy Diaz is a newbie Duranie. She lives in Puerto Rico where she works as an Elementary School Teacher. She is also fan of Harry Potter, Doctor Who, and basically everything and anything that is British. You can follow her on Twitter: @KathyDi86
“The random aspects of our lives
Come together once in a while
So blinding and decidedly”
I have a love/really dislike relationship with Twitter these days. There’s a whole lot of anger out there, my friends. Much of it completely justified, but it is a lot for any one person to digest, and I take it in very tiny doses as result. However, I still see the good in social media. It’s well-hidden, but when it works, it is golden.
Yesterday, I wrote about my completely unexpected exchange with Ian Little, the co-producer of Seven and the Ragged Tiger. Many other fans have had similar responses, saying that they too sent an email to email@example.com and received something back directly from Ian. It is wonderful to see someone connecting directly with the fan base.
The fact is, you and I know there are thousands of other Duran Duran fans out there. We compete with one another for tickets every single time the band announces a gig pre-sale! Duran Duran is able to routinely sell-out shows around the world, in arenas that seat thousands. But how to reach those people?
Nick once commented that the internet is a fat pipe of information. It is impossible to see it all. Amanda and I talk to fans nearly every single day who tell us they didn’t see our website or blog until “just a few weeks ago”. We’ve been writing for nearly eight years now. Yes, eight years! You’d think we’d have gotten the word out by now, but we still haven’t. We try, but it’s impossible unless you’ve got a lot of money and time to run ad campaign after ad campaign. We have neither, so we rely on word of mouth, or in this case…fast and furious typing!
It comes down to you and me, my friends. You and me. I have written about the Direct to Fan marketing platform in the past, but as a quick refresher—basically YOU are the ad campaign. Instead of hiring some slick PR company or ad company to get the word out, bands use the greatest “bang for their buck” they’ve got: their fans. They market directly to their own fan base, and then harness their seemingly endless energy to go out and spread the word to their friends, and so on. In just a few tweets that are retweeted by others, and retweeted again (and again!), millions of eyes can be reached in just a matter of a few clicks. This campaign is exactly everything that Direct to Fan is about, and here is the time we can prove to everyone—from Ian Little to Duran Duran—that it really works.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to broadcast the news about Ian Little’s e-book based on his experience co-producing and living with the band for about a year during the writing and production of Seven and the Ragged Tiger. Tell your friends to email firstname.lastname@example.org with DD Project in the subject so that they can be added to the list of real fans who are excited to support the project. If you haven’t taken the one-minute to send the email yourself, get on it! Then, tweet out the news, post it on Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram, and anywhere else you frequent.
Why not also tweet the news directly to relevant social media influencers? 80s radio DJ’s, MTV personalities, maybe even authors of books on 80s music, just to name a few categories of people to start from. If we can get just a couple of those people to be interested enough to tweet this out, we might just get this social media engine working!
If I still haven’t quite convinced someone to email Ian yet, let me share a small anecdote he sent me about the making of my favorite Duran Duran song ever: “Is There Something I Should Know” (Ian refers to this as “Please, Please Tell Me Now”)
“I am very proud of PPTMN because it was the first time I’d been present all through the writing process with a band. As you know PPTMN was my 1st outing with the band, I’ll let you into a little secret. As you can tell the song is built around Andy’s Beatlesesq guitar rift and originally the song started with that rift and the rest of the band.
The school year is finally finished. It was definitely one of the longest school years of my career and one of the toughest. I know that I probably say that every year but this year was different. Tougher. Harder. Let’s just say that I have cried more in the last couple of weeks than I have in months over it all. Even as I try to celebrate the end, I find myself exhausted, both mentally and emotionally.
All of that said, today I am leaving for a family vacation of sorts. I’m flying with my parents to Boston to see my brother who lives there. The best part is that my dad will get a big surprise once we arrive which I’m so looking forward to. It has been a very tough year for him, too. Needless to say, I need a break. There is nothing quite like getting a change of scenery to clear one’s head. This trip will be good for me.
I made a decision that isn’t typical for me. I’m taking a real break during this family trip. I won’t be blogging tomorrow. I don’t want to deal with any responsibilities even ones that I love. Instead, I want to focus on the time with the family. My carry on will be lighter without this laptop. On top of tomorrow’s blog, I will also be taking a break from doing the question of the day. So, the blog will be silent on Sunday. I assume that Rhonda will blog like normal on Monday. Then, I’ll be back with the question of the day on Thursday and my weekend blogs on Friday. I think the complete break from everything will be good for me. I need it.
Part of me feels guilty for this. The question of the day doesn’t take a long time to do. The blog should publish something daily, part of me says. The other part of me says that I deserve to take some time to have a short break. It will be fine. On that note, I’m off to the airport. See you all on Thursday!
Duran Duran is my most favorite band. But there are other bands I also love and adore, and like more than a few Duranies out there – Spandau Ballet is on that list.
Up until a few years ago, I’d never seen Spandau live. I’d always wanted to, but timing (I grew up just a couple of years too late), and their own break-up made that pretty impossible until 2015. But the wait was worth it. I didn’t go all-out for tickets in the same way many of my friends did, traveling all over the country to see them, but I did see them a few times that year. And each time I saw them, the show seemed tighter, the band seemed more on fire, and I was thoroughly convinced that it wouldn’t be the last I’d see of them onstage together.
The end of the tour arrived, and not terribly long after, Spandau announced that Tony Hadley, their lead singer, would not return. He had his own plans for a solo career, and he was apparently satisfied with what he’d accomplished with Spandau Ballet. All good things must come to an end; out with the old, in with the new, and so on, right?
But what about the band? Many long time Spandau fans felt like Tony’s departure meant the band should also come to an end. I can’t tell you how many times I read that Tony’s voice is what made the band Spandau Ballet.
Actually, yes I can give an approximation of how many times I read that – just imagine the same happening in Duran Duran, and you’ll know exactly how often it’s been written.
I understand where those fans are coming from. There’s no denying that Tony’s voice is important to the sound we recognize as Spandau Ballet. If it were Simon and Duran Duran we were talking about, the very same could be said, and we’d all nod our heads in agreement. Yes, I’d also argue that the guitar, drums, bass and even sax are important parts, but the voice is the voice.
But there is another side to this story, and that’s of the band. Those other guys. There are many who feel like they’re worthy of some importance. I am firmly in that camp, whether we are talking about Spandau, or even Duran Duran. (yes, I said it) Is it fair for one person to call the shots for the entire group? Is it right that one individual decides the destiny for everyone else? Spandau vowed that this wouldn’t break them, and that they would return. While I knew that in the moment they probably did mean every last word – I wasn’t so sure The Next Line would actually come to them . It’s one thing to be indignant and insist a group can move on, it’s another to actually do it. I was supportive, but silently doubtful. Let’s just say I was thankful I saw them live when I did, just in case.
All was fairly quiet until yesterday, when a curious email hit my inbox. Spandau Ballet sent an email….and yes my friends, they are about to write The Next Line. I silently cheered at my desk. They have a new, yet to be announced lead singer, and they are not only announcing their return, they’re playing a show in London at the Subterania on June 6th. Tickets go on sale tomorrow at 10am GMT. They will sell out in a flash, and I desperately wish I could be there.
As any fan might, I wanted to see the reaction from social media. That’s the difference between today and thirty or even forty years ago – within a couple of clicks I can see fan reaction. Suffice to say, all was not well. There were fans, like myself, who were excited to see the band go on. However, many were not. Some say that because Tony has left, Spandau Ballet as we’ve all come to know it, no longer exists. Rename, reframe, and move on if they care to do so, but using the same name isn’t right. Many others think that no matter what the band does, it won’t be the same and that they should just quit. Apparently for those people, Tony was the band.
I don’t know what Spandau will sound like. I’m assuming it will be very different with someone else at the microphone. Even in the case of Duran Duran – band members have changed, but Simon has always been the singer – changes still come with every album. Some, I’ve loved, others, I have not. There’s no argument from me that a new lead singer will take getting used to, only that I really believe they have the right to try.
As for the name of the band, that’s a legal thing, worked out amongst the members. Tony continues to have Spandau Ballet songs in his set, although they’ve been totally rearranged so that the highlight is completely and totally on his voice. He doesn’t tour as Tony Hadley, ex-Spandau Ballet or whatever-you-will, he just tours as himself with a backing band. I think it’s bizarre (and not entirely successful, in my own opinion) to hear Tony singing, but to have other people playing a different arrangement of the songs I grew up with. He’s covering Spandau, so to speak. I think it sounds a little weird, but it is his right to move on.
Can you imagine if it were Duran Duran? Spandau Ballet fans are easily as ardent as Duran fans. They are certainly as opinionated, and possibly as stubborn. I cringe and shudder to think what might be said if Simon were to go it alone and leave the band. I’m sure many are saying that the band would hang it up. Maybe they would. It is certainly their right to do so. But it would also be their right to try. Wouldn’t we owe it to them, at least in some sense, to applaud their strength and fortitude to have a go at it? We might not like it (but hell, as I said above, there have been entire albums I haven’t necessarily loved and yet I survived!), but I still applaud their willingness to keep going. That’s the creative process at work.
As a fan, it is difficult to see past the emotionality, but we should try. The band name brings out certain feelings and memories. To the band themselves – it’s more than that. In the eyes of the courts, Spandau Ballet is a partnership, a legal entity. The business is entwined with the time and energy spent together. In the midst of the drama, I suspect the arrangements and legalities become more about the pieces of paper indicating who is entitled to what and so forth moving forward, than history and emotions. Someone said that dissolving a band partnership is like a divorce, and I don’t doubt that. In this case, the vocalist starts over, single and free with a solo career, the band keeps the name and marries a new lead singer. Fans are caught in the middle, just like the children. We’re pissed that our family name is continuing to be used by someone we don’t even know or recognize. It’s hard.
Ultimately, Spandau is trying to move on. I can’t blame them. I wish them nothing but success. I suspect it must really be difficult to be in their shoes right now, and I applaud their bravery. I wish fans would think about that a little more before being so quick to tell them to hang it up. For us, it’s about music we love. For the band, it’s their career. Why shouldn’t they keep trying? I’m going to keep cheering them on, even though I would love to be there in person to witness The Next Line at that first London show.
Here’s to possibilities and not giving up! Cheers!
I’ve got one question for all of you Duranies out there today. Who was lucky enough to go hang out with the band in the Bahamas back in 2008??? Huh? Show yourselves!! On this date in 2008, Duran Duran played the Atlantis Resort. Were you there?
Right now, a Caribbean vacation is sounding pretty nice, I must admit. I’ve never been to Atlantis, and I don’t even really have a good memory of this show happening! I couldn’t figure out why I don’t remember it until I thought more about the date, and the year.
My youngest was not even a month old, and unfortunately – I was about to host the memorial for my dad. That’s why I don’t remember anything about it. There was so much going on at the time, and I was in a fog for sure.
So much of my life memories are tied up with this band. Sometimes I think it’s the only way I remember anything at all – I think about what album was out at the time, or what tour was taking place. Do we all do that or is it just me?
No matter, I’m looking forward to reading tales of sand, sun and Duran Duran from those of you who were lucky enough to be there! Enlighten me!
For today’s post I want you to sit and think back to May of 1985.
What comes to mind?
If you’re like me, you’re going through the possibilities in your head. Was Duran Duran especially active then? No…they’d already finished the Sing Blue Silver tour, and it was before they played at Live Aid. It was quiet as far that goes. Power Station though, wasn’t this right during that time??
Yes, yes it was. For me personally, Power Station was kind of like the band that kept me going. After all, John and Andy were both in it, and I will admit that I appreciated the heavier sound. It wasn’t until later this same year that Arcadia answered the Power Station record with one of their own, So Red the Rose. I don’t think I even knew Arcadia was about to be “a thing” in May of 1985. So, Power Station was “it”.
On this date in 1985, Power Station held a press conference on Z100 radio in New York to announce dates for their upcoming tour.
I don’t remember if this was simulcast to any stations across the country, but I do remember hearing the upcoming dates on at least one of my local radio stations. I begged and pleaded with the parental units. In 1985, I was 14. Surely I was old enough to finally go to a concert?!?
My parents weren’t quite so sure. Yes, they were pretty protective and strict. People think I’m joking, but I gleefully tell a story about my mom and how for the first ten or so years of my life, I wasn’t allowed to cross the street…in our neighborhood…without her standing outside to watch me, if not holding my hand tightly while I crossed. I’m really not exaggerating. Hearing the tales of friends taking the tube to hang outside of the studio where the band was recording or standing outside one of their homes seems very wild to me. I wasn’t even allowed to walk down my street without having a conversation with my mom first! (and no, I didn’t walk myself to school either. Are you kidding? gasp I had to cross several completely quiet, very safe, streets to get there!)
So, the jury was out as to whether I’d be allowed to go, and it definitely didn’t cross my parents minds that if they were so concerned, they could just go with me. Yet, fate had plans for me. I am the second youngest grandchild on both sides of the family. The title of youngest goes to my sister, Robin. Most of our cousins are ten years older than we are, and I even have one cousin that is only four years younger than my mom. In any case, I do have one cousin that is only a couple of years older than I am, and her older brother agreed to take us to see Power Station. So later that summer, I finally saw not only my first concert, but two Taylors on stage…and THAT is my memory of the Power Station tour!
Anyone remember listening to that Z100 press conference?
On Monday, Rhonda wrote a blog highlighting her biggest personal moment with Duran Duran. (If you didn’t read it, go here.) Since then, I, too, took time to think about mine. Is mine like Rhonda’s in that my moment is a return to the fandom? Is it the time that I met Rhonda and other fans? Maybe it was something like one of the trips to the UK. Like Rhonda, I think that I could choose any of those and would be right on in doing so. Yet, I tend to think of my fandom journey to be in parts and each part has a big moment. Thus, I have to decide which part matters most to me.
Part one of my fandom definitely has to be fandom as a kid. This is when I fell in love with the band in the first place. In thinking about that time, the big moment has to be when I fell in love with the Reflex. It pushed me from casual fan to Duranie. If that hadn’t happened, I doubt I would have still been a fan today. Therefore, that is definitely a worthy moment. Biggest personal one, though? I’m not sure.
The next part of my fandom surrounds the reunion and returning to being a loud and proud Duranie. I know that I have talked about this a lot on here but it is worth sharing a little again. Around the time of the reunion, I found myself overwhelmed with the beginning of my teaching career with grad school on top of that. To say that I didn’t have a lot of extra time would be an understatement of epic proportions. I heard rumblings of a reunion but put blinders on as I kept telling myself that I didn’t care. Interestingly enough, as I finished grad school, I found myself watching the silly TV show, Roswell, religiously. I appreciated the escape with it and the outsider as hero theme. My lonely self sought out others who were as into the show as I was. This lead me to message boards and eventually to meeting other Midwestern fans.
One of these fellow fans mentioned Duran Duran in passing one day. That is all it took. I had free time by then as I had finally gotten that Master’s Degree and needed something to obsess over. My Roswell internet searches turned to Duran Duran ones and to Duranies, which eventually led me here. That moment, that one mention certainly was a big moment in terms of my Duran fandom. The biggest? I am sure that I could make the case for that, for sure. While that one comment got me back to Duran, I’m not sure I would vote for it as the biggest. Stick with me here because my biggest moment, I think, will explain why this one didn’t matter as much.
After that reminder, I found Duran message boards and made the decision to attend that Duran fans convention in 2004 in New Orleans. This, of course, is the event in which I met Rhonda and so many other fans whom I’m lucky enough to call my friends. From there, this led to going on tour, seeing a bunch of concerts and so much more as part three of my fandom. I might even say that this led to so much fun that I’m still getting over it. Yet, despite all that, I’m still not sure that I would pick the convention as the biggest.
In 2008, my fandom took a turn for the fourth segment of my fandom journey. It ceased being nothing but fun. I noticed fans behaving in ways that made me curious. Heck, I found myself doing things and thinking things that normally I wouldn’t. At first, I tried to ignore observation of myself and others and just have fun, which wasn’t always easy for a variety of reasons (Red Carpet Massacre division, anyone?). At the end of 2008, Rhonda and I decided to go to a few shows in the Northeast. During that tour, I lost a friendship as this person made some decisions that felt like she placed fandom over friendship. I was hurt. Friendships mean the world to me. As someone who struggled (and struggles) to make friends, I appreciate each friend. When I have strong, loyal friendships, I feel stronger and more confident in everything I do. When it feels like I don’t matter or don’t matter much to a friend, it feels like being stabbed in the gut.
I had a choice then. One option could have been to walk away from fandom. After all, a lot of the fun had left with the Astronaut era. If I had chosen that, then, I think the biggest moment with Duran would have been attending that convention. Yet, I chose something different. I sought out understanding. I wanted to “get” or comprehend this former friend of mine. I needed to understand myself, too. The idea was simple. If I could understand fans better, then I could figure out how to make it fun again. This decision, of course, has led Rhonda and myself to research fandom for years. We have written about our experiences and our research with the goal of one day getting something out there. The moment that Rhonda and I came up with the idea of researching and writing about fandom took my fandom to a new level. It led to this blog, much research and more. Frankly, it increased whatever commitment I had to Duran. I cannot see just walking away now or ever.