As I was getting ready for the day this morning, for some reason I thought about pictures, or rather, my lack of pictures with the members of Duran Duran. I have a dear friend here in California who “obsession” (so to speak) is to go to the various award shows – Golden Globes, Oscars, etc. Yesterday were the SAG awards, and I’m sure I’m due an email with her photo file from the night. She’s attended several awards now, gone to the after parties and things, and has pictures with everyone from Brad Pitt to John Stamos. I’m always astonished when she sends me her latest photos from the award shows, and I’m pretty sure every single time I see them (and giggle over them with her) I yelp “I can’t even believe you have a photo with _____________, I’ve been a fan of Duran Duran for 30 years now and don’t have a single one with ANY of them!!!” To which she always says, “I know. What IS your problem, Rhonda?” (good question. I’ve no single answer to that.) She was highly disappointed with me after my return from the UK, as she had put me on notice that I wasn’t to return to the US without at least one photo. I failed miserably.
As I thought about that lack of pictures, I remembered that for me – it was only just after the reunion that I’d ever gotten a picture (that I had taken on my own camera) of ANY of them. Back in the 80’s & 90’s, I couldn’t really attend many concerts – just one in 1989 and then another in 1993, and in those days – cameras weren’t really allowed into the venues. Sure, people probably snuck them in, but I never did. I took “no cameras” to be gospel, and followed the rules. I’m a good kid, but being well-behaved never got anyone anywhere, did it? I still have a hard time “breaking” rules to this day, which explains why I still do not have pictures with the band. I don’t go hanging out waiting for them outside of theater doors, I refuse to intrude on their privacy after the shows….and as a result tons of my friends have photos with them that I do not. You’d think I’d learn.
It wasn’t until after the reunion at a show in San Diego at 4th and B theater that I ever took pictures at a concert. I remember that night, being SO thrilled that my husband snuck a disposable camera into the theater (actually, I’m not even sure if he had to sneak it…but he kept it tucked into his jacket all the same), and just before the show, presented it to me. I think I genuinely squealed when I saw it. When the band came on stage, I couldn’t get very good shots, so my husband started taking the pictures for me – and that practice of his being the photographer while I’m enjoy the show continues to this very day. I was so excited to see those pictures – I remember taking the camera to have the pictures developed, and when we got the photos back, I was shocked at how lousy they were. A disposable camera just didn’t do the band justice. That said, I proudly scrapbooked the pictures, and still have the doubles somewhere. After that, it became standard to take a camera to the show, and I worked harder and harder at getting good pictures. For a while I took my good Canon Rebel (both the film and the digital SLR’s…at different times of course) to the shows, but then security started to tighten up on cameras, and I was told a couple of times that it was a professional camera. I laugh about that, because if they saw my pictures – they’d no I’m no professional. In any way. At. All. That said, I stopped bringing the big Canon after the Voodoo show because I got tired of carrying it around. I use a small Canon point and shoot now, and I’ve learned to take pictures during my “less than favorite” songs. I’ll let you all guess which ones those might include…
Speaking of nostalgia, one of the things I’ve always wondered about nearly constantly since I was ten or eleven and first discovered the band was what it must be like (or been like) to actually live in England and have more access to the band. Here in the states, we had relatively little unless they were touring or were here doing press. We didn’t live near them on a daily basis, and so naturally we didn’t have quite the same familiarity with them as other fans might in England. No matter how often I talk to fans from the UK, I just think it’s nearly impossible to really get a good sense of what it must have been like to be able to hop on the tube and get to their studios or homes. (even though we all know that the information might have been difficult to come by unless you knew whom to talk with…) Well, my friend Michelle kept a diary of her Duran Duran adventures back in the 80’s. She’s used this diary to begin her own blog, and I encourage everyone to go visit and read! I found myself giggling away while reading this morning…and as soon as I’m finished blogging, I’m going back for more.
You can find The Duran Diaries here. Read away!!
I know that often times, there’s a sort of rivalry…implied or otherwise…between the US and UK fans. The fact is, we have had very different experiences from one another. There is plenty of joy, exasperation, excitement and even moments of disappointment, to be shared amongst all of us. It’s my hope that those who read Daily Duranie and the Duran Diaries can embrace all of what is offered without judgement.
Happy Monday everyone!