After the anxiety of the morning, I decided to take advantage of the beautifully clear skies and 80 degree Southern California weather and go for a walk with my little one. I needed a break, and she desperately needed a change of scenery, so off we went. As we were walking, my normally very chatty little girl became quiet and I was alone with my thoughts. (very, VERY unusual around here!) I thought about the upcoming shows, the momentous UK trip, and about presales in general. I realized that this is the first presale that I’ve actually done, for myself, for a show in the state I actually LIVE in…in a very, very long time. I believe the last show I went to here in my home state of California was the show at the Pacific Amphitheater (Costa Mesa) in July of 2009, and I didn’t buy those tickets (thanks goes to Amanda, because she is the Queen of Presales)! Prior to that, I don’t think I’ve been to a show in California since 2003, and I’m not kidding! I believe the last Duran Duran show I went to in California was KROQ’s Inland Invasion Festival – and that feels like a lifetime ago. I suppose that for me, it really was – I’ve had a baby since then! I missed their show here during Astronaut because I had the audacity to be vacationing on a cruise ship at the time (and I wasn’t giving that trip up, even for Duran Duran!), and so for that tour I did shows in Chicago and Milwaukee, then later that same year I saw them in Las Vegas. Then during the Red Carpet Massacre tour I had a newborn. In fact, the very night that they began their North American tour, April 29th, 2008 I was in a hospital having the strangest childbirth experience EVER. (another story for another blog – but I will say that as I was coming out of it – Hungry Like the Wolf was playing in the background and I thought I was in Hell. Like I said, another story for another blog!) That point was a very difficult time in my life, due both to having a ridiculously messed up childbirth experience as well as my father dying two weeks later. A concert was the very last place I could go, both physically and mentally, so I missed that tour here. I did catch them later on…for three shows on the east coast…because really, why see them anywhere nearby? 😀 It’s been a joke between my friends and I that the band would never be able to place a face to my name along with where I lived or normally saw them because I’ve seen them everywhere BUT where I lived, which is really kind of true. Not that they would know me from anyone else at this point – and yes – I do take comfort in that. 😉
So that brings me to once again realizing just how lucky I’ve been. I know there are many of you out there that haven’t had the opportunity to travel to see the band, and still more of you that have to wait just so that they even come to your country. I know how lucky I am to have the chance to see them somewhat regularly, and I also realize how unfair it must seem to those of you who do not. This blog isn’t gloating, although I suppose one could read it that way – please do not. I think that mostly I’m counting my own blessings. I came from a very modest upbringing, in fact – I hadn’t even been on a plane more than twice before I was married, and the very idea of going to a concert was a luxury, much less traveling out of state to see a band! If I had only known in 2001 that just by my husband taking me to one single Duran Duran show at the House of Blues in Anaheim that I would find myself here – well, I would have jumped at the opportunity a lot sooner, and I think my husband may have thought twice before insisting I go to that concert with him!! It’s been a wild, strange trip at times, and I’m very much looking forward to getting back out there to see my friends, meet new ones, and of course to exchange a smile or two with the band!
So Pomona, California – here I come! -R