Due to the nature of this about-to-be-written post, please put on the most melodramatic, schmaltzy, sad, music possible, and grab yourself some tissues.
On this date in 1986 – there was a statement released from Duran Duran. Roger Taylor, the white knight, prince of my dreams, my boyfriend-who-didn’t-get-the-memo (or meemo)…left the band.
And we wonder where and when my abandonment issues started. Hmm.
Ok, in all seriousness, it is true that on this date, a mere 32 years ago, Duran Duran announced that Roger Taylor had quit the band. For those of us Roger-girls (and guys) out there, it was a dark day. Sometimes, I can hardly believe it happened, given where we are today.
Sometimes, as I read the continued debate over guitar players—who should return, who was the best….who wore blonde hair the best (Ok, maybe not that one)—I wonder why it is/was that I never see the same debate over the drummer.
Do we all agree that Roger is the best? What about Sterling? What about Steve Ferrone? Joe Travers??
I’m not really trying to start an inferno, here. I am trying to make a point though. Why have we beaten the horse to death (and then some) over the guitarist and not the drummer? I’m sure some would say it doesn’t matter. Others might even say they’ve never thought about anyone else. I wouldn’t disagree with the latter – I can’t even picture another drummer in this band at this point. Maybe that’s just it, there’s no debate necessary here. Roger hasn’t left, and while we appreciate those who carried on in his absence, we know who belongs up on those risers, behind the drum set.
As much as I remember feeling lost and sad when I read about Roger leaving the band, I have a much better memory of the day I realized he had returned. I still smile and chuckle when I think about it, because DDHQ had a new splash page designed for DD.com with a digitalized image of each face of the five original band members. I didn’t immediately recognize Roger.
That’s teenage love for ya.