Like every Duranie on the planet, I have missed shows and some that I’m truly sorry about missing. First, I missed all of the reunion shows in Chicago in 2003 and everywhere else, for that matter. While I have a very good reason for doing this (finishing graduate school), I still regret not being there. Now, thankfully, I did have a chance to see the Fab Five play live together in 2005, but I do wonder whether or not those shows I saw had the same vibe as they did in 2003. I suspect that they did not, especially with the audience and with band member interactions. The other shows, in general, that I regret missing were any of John Taylor’s solo gigs. Again, this was right during my “I just got out of college and I have to get this career going phase”, which did not allow any traveling and didn’t allow me going to many shows. Heck, I didn’t even have a computer for a long time then. Anyway, I really wish that I had been able to see one or more of his solo gigs. Luckily, I think I do have his complete catalog but it still isn’t the same.
Rhonda mentioned the Biloxi show during the blog yesterday. While she might regret her reaction to Simon’s water spraying moment during White Lines, I regret being the most ridiculous front row concert attendee ever! Rhonda mentioned that the show was a “blur” and she isn’t wrong. I think I psyched myself so much about this whole front row deal that I forgot to have fun and enjoy! Pathetic! I could just imagine what was going through the band members’ minds that night. “What the heck is wrong with that one? She looks just stunned. She isn’t helping me have any fun or enjoy the show very much. Hey, security, could we get a new front row, please?!” Next time, someone needs to kick me or spit on me or something to remind me to relax and enjoy myself! What a dork!
Into the Arena.
This is such an embarrassing story. Around 1988, I decided that I should move pass Duran Duran. This wasn’t because I no longer liked them or because I wasn’t a fan but because I was trying so hard to find my way in the town I was living in. While there were a couple of other fans in the town, I knew that I needed to expand my interests to find other friends and, more importantly, ones that would lead to a positive experience in high school. Thus, I thought I had to put Duran behind me. By now, you already realize that my thinking was beyond flawed and, in all fairness, I was a brand new teenager, freaked out by high school. While I was prepared to “move on”, I couldn’t just let my Duran go. I couldn’t throw things away so I gave most of my stuff to a friend of mine, who was also a fan. Thankfully, she kept so much of it, including my copy of the Into the Arena board game. Yes, now, it is back in my possession. *sigh of relief* Along the same line, I regret that I still don’t really understand how to play that game. Goodness, I have a masters degree and can’t really figure it out!
Book of Words.
In the summer of 2009, I convinced Rhonda that we should write a book on our fandom. Four years later, we have a finished the first draft (I say first but that isn’t really true since we did many drafts of each chapter). Then, in the fall of 2010, Rhonda convinced me that we should do a daily blog. I remember saying and hearing something about how–they wouldn’t be that hard; they wouldn’t take up too much time. Pfft…yeah, right. I think it is fairly safe to say that many hours a day are spent reading and writing. So, now, I regret ever asking her and I regret saying yes. It is a job that we don’t get paid for and we aren’t going to take it anymore. No, I’m not going to take it anymore!!! Yeah, believe that one and I’ll tell you another! I’m totally kidding about this last regret. I’m getting a little punchy holding down the fort! Sometimes, I do wonder if we were so smart by starting all of this, but, in reality, I’m so thankful that we did. Really.
So, what about the rest of you? What do you regret about your fandom?