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Do you remember DD playing Jacksonville in 2005?

I find myself struggling to think of something to blog about on this fine Monday morning in February. The sun is out, it will warm up to the mid-70s here at my house in the OC today….and I can’t think of a single thing to write. Even the dates in history are failing me today.

Turns out, DD hasn’t done a lot over the years on the 13th of February. They’ve played a few times, but the shows haven’t been monumental….or at least there’s nothing about them that I can really remember that needs blogging.

So, I’m going to wing it. First of all, the show in Jacksonville was towards the beginning of the Astronaut tour. If you’re like me, maybe you’re saying “Hey, wait a second – didn’t they play Japan?” The answer is, well…yes…they were supposed to, but no…they did not. There were six shows in Japan during the month of January that were cancelled. So the band went straight from their show at the Hammersmith Palais in London on January 13th to playing the show in Puerto Rico on February 8th. Then they did two shows in Ft. Lauderdale on the 10th and 11. (the one on the 10th was billed as a warm-up show), then a show in Tampa, and then the show in Jacksonville. From then on, it was a crazed ten, fairly solid months of touring. If you don’t believe me, you should check out the complete tour list on dd.com.  They did take breaks in their schedule – but only for a matter of weeks each time (for the most part).  Although, if I think back, it did seem like that entire year was all about touring. Every time I turned around new dates seemed to be announced, and friends were always planning their travel around the band.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – 2005 was a good time to be a Duranie. I didn’t even take full advantage of all of the touring, in fact I limited myself to only a couple of shows, while many others I know were gone for weeks, if not months, at a time.

Jacksonville was really only the beginning, but it was what they did on this date in 2005.  Do you remember?

-R

 

Duran Duran in Puerto Rico in 2005 – Do you remember?

On this date in 2005 The Astronaut Tour made its way to Puerto Rico. Funny how I don’t even remember that date on their tour itinerary! At the time, I was busy planning my own trip to Chicago for a show in March.  The idea of traveling even farther for a show seemed pretty unrealistic.

Famous last words… although I’m trying to rein myself back in with the traveling, at least for now. My next shows are near Palm Springs – a very easy 90 minute drive for me.  That said, I’ve traveled more to see Duran Duran than I have in order to go on vacation with my husband and family.

However, back in 2005? Life was very different. I distinctly remember the argument…I mean discussion I had with my husband when planning my trip to Chicago. He felt (and still feels) that going to more than one show each tour was a waste because it’s the same show.  We compromised at one show (which I ignored. I went to two during the same weekend anyway). At that time, even flying to Chicago to see Duran Duran felt like a huge, wasteful luxury – but a trip I was more than willing to make. I couldn’t wait to arrive, see friends and go to a concert with people who didn’t take offense to my screaming in delight for the drummer. I would be with Duranies. People who understood who I was at my core.

I can’t imagine having enough nerve to have brought up traveling to Puerto Rico back then with my husband, but I know a great many Duranies traveled well beyond the shores of the US…or even the UK and Europe…to see the band at that time.

Duran Duran at the Coliseo de Puerto Rico Jose Miguel Agrelot in Hato Rey Puerto Rico, February 8, 2005.  Do you remember?

-R

LA Forum in 1984. Were you there?

Truth be told, I’ve been hitting you all with “This date in Duran history” posts lately because I haven’t had much to draw from in the inspiration department. I think it’s kind of quiet, and that always makes blogging a little more difficult, so I go to the past to try to give me something to say.

Today is not really much different. I hopped on Facebook hoping for something, and then realized that on this date in 1984, Duran Duran played at the LA Forum. This was a show I wasn’t able to attend, but I know plenty of people who did. I envy those that could be there, including my friend Karen from childhood. I remember hanging out in her bedroom for sleepovers throughout middle and high school. Each time, I would take a second to look at her ticket stub from the show. I had that stub memorized down to every last perforation. I was so envious. She was the youngest of three or four, and her sister was a lot older than her (probably the same difference in age as my two girls – 11 years). So, her sister took her to the concert. Sure, they were in $11.00 seats, which back then meant she was probably in nosebleeds – but she was there.  I was not. I don’t know what it was like to be a Duranie back in the 80s in that sense (of going to concerts), because I didn’t go to my first Duran Duran show until far later….1989.

Sure, it was only five years later, but I don’t need to explain to all of you how different of a time that was. We lived it, right?  So, in 1984 my Duranie-ness was expressed solely through the amount of hours I spent listening and watching DD on TV, talking to friends about them. (I won’t lie, in 1984 I spent most of my time talking to friends about how I was going to marry Roger Taylor. I was deep in the throes of delusional fairy tales, which were far more exciting than real life woes as an awkward thirteen year old.)  Going to shows and experiencing the frenzy first hand was something I never had the chance to do. By 1989, Roger and Andy were gone. The band was very different. The vibe had changed. I think the closest I’ve come to feeling that same type of energy (as 1984) was during the Astronaut tour.  Again, I can’t lie – that was good enough for me. I got it.

I think the one thing that strikes me between my being a fan back in 1984 and now is that never once during all that time that I spent memorizing every last movement Roger made in their videos, or listening to “Is There Something I Should Know” over and over again, never ONCE did I ever think that I would grow up to do what I’m doing right now.

What I mean by that is, I never once considered that at some point, I’d make something to the equivalent of my own fanzine. Never mind DAILY. I never thought I’d be a blogger (not that the idea even existed back then), but I never thought I’d even be in a fan club, much less write about it, or be anything but some face way way way back in the crowd at a concert.  I don’t mean that the band knows me personally, I mean that I never considered that any of YOU – my fellow fans beyond my close friends from grade school – might.

So, when I struggle with things like having a project rejected, or not knowing what to write about, I need to remind myself that I didn’t set out to do much of what I’m doing right now. Every single day is an  adventure, or an opportunity, to do more. I’m open to whatever comes my way, and aside from trying to reach a personal goal of being published (which really hasn’t got much to do with Duran Duran other than they were the inspiration for me to at least try), I don’t have any grand designs here. I’d like to have a few more hours during the day to spruce this place up from time to time and learn a little more – but other than that, I’m really good. I really LIKE being a blogger. Sure, I’d really like to have one of the two (or three) manuscripts Amanda and I have written to get published, but even if that never happens – I’m going to really work hard to appreciate my successes, and to me, this blog is a success. Why? Because I LIKE doing it.

February 6, 1984 was 33 years ago. I could have never, ever guessed where the band would go from there…nor where I might go.  The sky continues to be the limit from here.

-R

Time for Temptation: It is Presale Time!

It is that time again.  Agua Caliente Presales!  While this one may not affect most of you, those who are planning to attend the shows in Palm Springs at Agua Caliente in March are beginning the countdown to clicking “buy tickets” later this morning, myself and Amanda included.

You’d think we’d get used to it. The jittery nerves, the lack of sleep, the feeling of nausea deep in the pits of our stomachs….  you would think that would all be old hat by now. I’m willing myself to shake it off, say it’s no big deal and take whatever tickets I can get…but my inner self-talk is saying “OMG what if you aren’t able to pull up any? What if they use…gasp… TICKETMASTER?!?!  What if the only seats you can get are last row? (hasn’t happened since my very first Duran Duran concert at then-existing Universal Amphitheater)”  The words go on and on…

and my jitters take over.

The fact is, the jitters last for a matter of minutes, and then we’re on to the planning, plotting, and anticipatory stage of the pre-concert process. Next to the few moments where I am buzzing like a bee, trying to remain seated when the lights go down and the entrance music begins just before the band takes the stage, I live for pre-planning.  That moment when they walk out, though? It is triumphant, and the feeling is so addictive that I can’t stop myself from the next presale. Hence, here I am today, counting down the minutes until alarm strikes, ever so patiently.

I’m getting ahead of myself though. First, I must manage the presale and buy the tickets. As I’ve mentioned, I’ve told myself that it doesn’t matter where we sit, as long as we’re in the venue. I will continue to keep up that mantra until the confirmation for the ticket sale arrives in my inbox. I’m just thrilled to have the opportunity to do this again, particularly when I didn’t think I would, quite this soon.

As excited as I am, I know many friends who either cannot buy because the Agua Caliente presales are so close to Christmas, or live in parts of the world that the band rarely visits. It does seem unfair. I have to acknowledge that unfairness, even if I cannot do anything about it on my own. I wish I could offer some sort of explanation—the only thing that comes to mind is that the reasons must be purely financial.

I’ll end here with what I tweeted earlier, “May the presale gods be with us all today.”  Good luck everyone!

-R

When the curtains are pulled back: a little thankfulness

Yesterday I wrote about appreciation. I have great appreciation for the fact that I’m starting to have fun with this fandom thing again. I can’t really say how long it’s been that I’ve actually wanted to carve time out to sit down and watch, say…Live from London, or Sing Blue Silver, or even Diamond in the Mind. I’m starting to feel that again, and yes—I definitely appreciate that feeling.

Today, I’m going to write about being thankful, because I am.  Just yesterday, I saw something on Twitter about airline pilots at O’Hare airport in Chicago. They are going on strike over the weekend. Political statements aside here—I feel for the travelers because their plans to get home, or get away, might be entangled in a giant mess.  When I read the tweet though, my mind immediately went back to 2012. I was supposed to fly to O’Hare to meet Amanda and then we were going to fly on to Heathrow so that we could go to four DD shows in the UK.  On Black Friday, I spent a lot of the day on the phone with Amanda. We were freaking out because there was to be a huge public workers strike in the UK, and naturally that was planned for the day we’d arrive. Anyway, I smiled at the memory and tweeted it to Amanda – saying that at least we wouldn’t have to worry about that kind of thing this year.

Amanda is going to DC over New Years, and she’s going to see Duran Duran. She’s going with someone else, and yeah, it’s weird. I’m somewhat wistful about the entire thing.  She’s gone to shows without me before, as I have without her. The difference is, she’s traveling by plane for this one.  Normally, in fact, I can say that since we met – if I’m traveling to see the band, it is with her.  We go together like peanut butter and jelly. That’s not happening this time. On one hand, I want to go. On the other hand, it has been one HELL of a year for my family. It’s been one hell of a year for me. I need to be here and I need to be thankful for what I have, and what I’ve done. But yeah, I wish I were going…but I’m very thankful I didn’t spend the money on tickets at the same time.

For a long time now, Duran Duran was sort of a job for me without it actually being a job. I’m not saying this to complain, I’m saying this to point out my stupidity to others. Lately, I’ve been enjoying doing things, like actually gawking at the band.  I’ve watched some videos. For fun! And…I’ve been listening to their albums. FOR FUN.  I realize that to many of you this is like, well…breathing. It used to be for me, too. I’m getting back to that, and dammit I am thankful.

I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t pay some respects to my touring drink of choice, vodka. (although wine still comes in at a very close second, followed by coffee and then iced tea. Caffeine surges through my veins. ) Time for truth for anyone who might be concerned: I don’t drink often. Even so, when we tour, we TOUR.

I am thankful that I get to have my three kids and husband together with me for a few days this week. That’s unusual for us anymore, and we’re going to one of my favorite places – Paso Robles.  Yes, there will be some wine tasting, but also a lot of laughter and love.

Amanda and I have been friends since 2004. That is twelve years. I wouldn’t say our friendship is necessarily complicated, but our lives certainly are. There have been moments when I haven’t felt as close as others, but I value our friendship. We are proof that you don’t necessarily have to be the same in order to be friends – our mutual respect, love, and loyalty is what carries us. I’m lucky I found her.

I feel particularly thankful that I have met so many wonderful Duranies over the years. Some, if not most, have flowed in and out of my life, their time with me not always a constant. What has been really eye-opening for me though, is that in every case, they’ve had some sort of life-long effect on me. Whether teaching me to be more open-minded, or to embrace the adventures that life has to offer, or even to be more forgiving and careful with the feelings of others, I’ve learned something. Thank you.

I am learning not to take what I’m about to say for granted – but I’m really thankful for those five guys (ok, six or seven guys) who have been, or are in Duran Duran. I may not know all of them personally, but they have also been invaluable to my life in some way.  Even in the few instances that I have been around a couple of them – they managed to give me something to think about for the long-term.  They gave me something to look up to when I was young, something to aspire to when I most needed it, and reminded me that yes – even though they are rock stars, they really are human. I am particularly lucky that they happen to create some decent music, too.

I know it’s a day early, but I wanted to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving if you’re in the US and celebrate. If you’re elsewhere in the world, thank you for allowing me to indulge!

-R

 

Don’t worry if you’re confused

My goals with this post today are as follows : first, I want to clarify a couple of things going on here internally, and secondly, I want to explain where we’re headed from here.

I was asked something privately this weekend, and I want to make it clear that Amanda and I are fine. We’re still friends, and we still run this blog together. She and I met in 2004. That means we’ve been friends just over twelve years now. Friendship changes a lot in twelve years. In that time I’ve had a baby and sent one – soon to be two children – off to college. She’s moved, had a parent fight cancer, and changed jobs. I’ve gone back to work, she has volunteered on multiple electoral campaigns…and we’ve gone to over thirty shows together. Lately though, yes, we haven’t spoken much. It’s not because we haven’t wanted to…but because we’ve each been busy and we live in two different time zones on two totally different schedules. As Amanda mentioned yesterday, priorities change. When I started the blog, I could give it nearly all the time I wanted. Now? I can barely eke out the hour or two I need to write on Mondays and Wednesdays, much less Tuesday and Thursday. It is a problem. I’m not giving up the blog because it’s one thing that is for me – it is a source of my joy. But yes, there’s been some growing pains in figuring out how to make it work better. No argument there, but both Amanda and I will find the answers. Thank you for your patience and encouragement.

The blog has run the full gamut: it started as an experiment, got serious, and now we’ve pushed it back into hobby territory. It is back to being a fun thing that we do because we enjoy, not something we do because must. That’s a good thing, overall.  Duran Duran is something we enjoy, and hopefully our writing will reflect that. After all, if it can’t be fun, why do it?  We put a lot of ourselves into writing this each day. This blog isn’t JUST about Duran Duran. It’s about us and how we fit that fandom into our lives each day.  Fandom changes a lot over ten years or more. This Autumn, fitting it in has been a challenge, no doubt there.

Going forward, I plan to write as I always have done. Granted, it is difficult to write blogs about the band and fandom when the band is on a vacation or isn’t doing anything public to speak of. In those cases, you’re likely to find blogs about the date in Duran history, which is absolutely fine. There is a lot of history to cover! Additionally, we are always looking for bloggers. If you are someone who would like to dedicate themselves to writing one or two blogs each week about being a Duran Duran fan, please let us know via gmail. Guest blogs are also welcome.

Lastly, I just want to come out and publicly support Amanda. She and I do not always agree, but I wholeheartedly encourage her to do whatever she feels she needs to do.  This isn’t about whether we’re conservative or liberal; democrat, republican or libertarian. It’s about being human. I know this fight may very well take her away from the blog from time to time in the same way that my family and responsibilities take me away. No matter, this is her home, and I completely encourage and support her right to speak out, even if I do not always share the same level of passion. I’ve been lousy at saying I support her lately – it seems like I blink and another week has already gone by,  so I felt like saying it here would be best.

-R

 

 

 

I was in that crowd of “everybody” once

The very first time I traveled to see a Duran Duran show was in 2005. I met my friends in Chicago and saw them at the then-named All-State Arena close to O’Hare. Prior to that, the farthest I’d gone to see any band from my house in Orange County, California was probably San Diego, about 50 miles away.  So, it has only been for the past eleven years that I’ve traveled to see a band perform.

My two oldest children were eight and six the first time I left them to fly to Chicago. My absence threw the house into an uproar, as it did each time following that trip. I rearranged schedules and passed off parenting and household duties. I’d leave my role of Mom behind and sink back into the comfort of just being myself—a Duranie. In some ways it was a relief to have time to myself, and in others, I always felt like I was misbehaving or shirking my responsibilities. It was a near-constant state of emotional tug-o-war.

Despite the obstacles, I managed to see Duran Duran over thirty times in that eleven-year period. I don’t even know the exact count offhand, because for me—it doesn’t matter much.

As an aside,  I’m not great with details. I’m a big picture person. Amanda is the detail person. She takes pride in knowing those things, and I think she must like being able to give exact numbers. I’m not like that, and for a long time I’ve felt inferior to her as a result, for that and a number of other things that don’t matter right now. I’m realizing now that I’m really not inferior. I’m just me…but I digress.

My point is I’ve done a lot in a relatively short period of time. That “measure” comes from nothing but how I feel about myself. There are tons of Duranies who have gone to hundreds of shows and never miss a chance to see them. I’m not talking about those people. I’m talking about ME.

I’ve definitely missed shows and tours over the years. I don’t ever try to do them all. I pick and choose. I started out doing one or two shows for a tour. It was “reasonable”. Then I went for a couple more. Maybe a long weekend’s worth. Then I traveled to the UK twice in a year, and that’s when I’d say things got out of hand. It was at the same time this blog started to gain an audience, and while leaving my house was difficult, it wasn’t impossible. I took full advantage. It was fun, I got to meet a lot of people. I like seeing people who I recognize in nearly every city. I also knew that at some point, I’d have to stop.

Thinking about the present day, I didn’t have too much of a chance to catch up on social media until yesterday evening. I checked out Twitter and Facebook, seeing that a lot of people commented on their tickets for the National Harbor shows. As expensive as the tickets might be, fans still find a way to go. I know how this is—I’ve done it many times. As one friend said as she lamented on why she caved and bought front row seats, “Seems like everyone is going.”

I’m not. I was one of those “everyone’s” once, though.  I remember getting messages, so many times over the years, as Amanda and I would announce what shows we were attending. The verbiage was always similar: people would say they were happy for us, but that there was no way they could pay that much or be gone that long, etc.

In Duranland, there are two basic public responses to those types of messages or comments: one either shows some empathy by saying they’re sorry that so-and-so can’t go, or one shines it on with a full-blown explanation of how it comes down to prioritizing, and that for you it comes down to making the band a priority.

I’ve SAID those words myself and I wish I could go back and slap myself for being such a bitch, excuse my language. Duran Duran is NOT a priority. Food is a priority. Housing, rent, etc is a priority. Your children are priorities. Children with fur are priorities. The band? That is pure entertainment. It is fun, and that is all it is. I said the line,  “I work so hard and I deserve the reward” more than once.  We all deserve a lot of things, so I need to just shut up. Not everybody gets to reward themselves, am I right?

I work my ass off every single day with homeschooling, being a housewife and all the “glory” that provides, and then working at a school. But when the money isn’t there for rewards, it isn’t there. For example, right now I work that part-time job. You’d think I would be able to use that money as “fun” money. Well, I would like to think that anyway.  I was a stay at home mom for years and years, and we made ends meet just fine. This should be extra. Except it’s not. That money – and I mean every last cent of it, goes to pay for my daughter’s housing at school. There’s none left for “fun”. I highly, highly doubt I’m alone there. I should have been a LOT more empathetic with my own thoughts and comments over the years.

Not that long ago, someone called me out here for the amount of shows I’ve done over the years. They said I’d thrown a lot of money into this. Yep, I have. I think the comment was in response to a suggestion I’d made to the band to do a residency, but the sentiment still applies. I have spent a boatload on the band. I don’t regret it. I had my fun, and I made memories that will last a lifetime. But I also recognize and appreciate that not everyone can or should spend that kind of cash. I recognize the need for Duranies to judge one another. It comes down to some sort of competition and it pisses people off to see that others can do more.

I’ll get “real” with you all about doing more. For a long time, I was convinced by the concept of “More”.  If I spent more money – if I went to more shows, if I traveled more often, if I got more front row, if I met more people, if I did more VIP parties, if I was more recognizable within the community, I’d somehow BE someone. Those things didn’t make me anything but cash-poor!I don’t know the band any better now than I did before. I’m the same person now that I was before. I’m still shy. I still have a terrible sense of self-worth. I still doubt myself on a daily basis, and I still self-sabotage.

That said, I know more people now. I’ve done a lot of writing, even though  neither of the manuscripts I’ve written have been published. I’ve seen things. I’ve experienced things. I think that as a whole, I’ve even learned things. I’ve spoken directly to Simon Le Bon and survived. The blog is recognized by many.  Doing more though, didn’t make me any more of a person. I didn’t go from being an unknown wallflower to one of the most popular and well-liked Duranies, for example. (in fact I’d say I’ve gained more than a few enemies as a direct result of this blog and my activities over the years. People don’t always love me and I know it.) Spending more on the band didn’t push me into the inner-circle of well-known fans (to the band).  I don’t have a great job, or a burgeoning career as a result of “all I’ve done“? It just made me a ton of memories…and according to my husband, slightly poorer. 🙂  (I laugh because I must – but he is right.)

So I’m not in the crowd of “everyone” anymore. I don’t think I will be for a long while. My exact words on Facebook last night were that I wouldn’t be traveling or attending a show anytime soon unless they are playing in my backyard for free or I’ve won the lottery, and that’s probably true. My two oldest are now nearly 20 and 17. One is in her second year of college and the other is in the middle of application season. I’m just hoping we can pay for school, applications and still be able to afford Christmas, to be honest. Yes, I will miss being at the shows. Yes, I will miss traveling. Yes, I will miss screaming for the band. But I’m learning that doing those things doesn’t make me a fan. They aren’t what makes anyone a fan, or what makes a good manuscript or a great blog. They’re just points along the way.

-R

 

 

Waiting for a look, the invitation: 2017 Concert Dates

So, it’s mid-October. For those who celebrate, it’s the downward slide to Halloween.  We’re headed into the final quarter of 2016…and aside from Lollapalooza in South America, there is nary a 2017 concert date in sight for Duran Duran.

Sure, I’d love more (wouldn’t we all?), but the rest of the world hasn’t really gotten a turn.  Which is why I was wondering when they’re going to announce the dates for next year.  So I looked at the calendar.  We tend to (usually) get at least six weeks lead time for US shows (and often longer), and to be fair I’ve never really noticed if the same holds true elsewhere. Assuming it does, dates probably won’t be announced until Mid-December if they’re not looking to begin a tour until February or March. I guess it is a case where it feels like something should be happening because nothing is. It is very quiet in Duranland for the most part, isn’t it?

Then there is that date in Cancun. So appealing, yet so ridiculously priced beyond my budget… In order to stay at the hotel, it’s $600 a night with a 5 night minimum.  My math isn’t great, but we’re talking $3000 for the hotel, and I don’t think that is including tax of any kind, although it IS all-inclusive.  Food and (most) beverages would be included in that price. And rest assured, the resort is gorgeous. Sure, you could share your room and call it a vacation. But Duran Duran is only playing one night…and there’s that question of the other possible “end of year date mentioned for the east coast”…

….which has yet to be announced beyond a mere, vague mention.   Many Duranies are betting it will be a New Years Eve gig in New York City. It’s plausible, given that they will be in Cancun that week as well. Again, if they announce with a 6-week window, we might not hear about it until mid-November. I know DDHQ had said maybe the date would be announced in October, and I would love for that to happen. Having time to plan is so helpful, but on the other hand, things aren’t always set up primarily to benefit fans. Business is business, and things happen. Here’s hoping the gig is priced right so that many can attend!

In other news, Anna Ross is wasting NONE of this downtime as she works to get her first solo album completed.  I love that Anna takes the time to update us on how it’s going, and I feel like I’ve been able to catch glimpses throughout the process.  I’ve listened to the little tasters she’s shared along the way, and I can’t wait to hear the finished product!

-R

 

 

The Power of Music to Connect and Heal

I am a sucker for heartwarming stories. I believe in the healing power of music, and I know firsthand how much I treasure my fandom. So, when I stumbled across a beautiful story featuring all of those elements, how could I not share?

This story shared with me on Facebook because my friends know I’m always on the lookout for good stories about fandom. In a world filled with near-constant negativity (and election sound bytes, which these days are always negative) – I need the occasional pick-me-up to remind me that the world isn’t all bad.  I would imagine our readers feel the same. Daily Duranie is all about “the good stuff”.  Fandom, for that matter, is the happy place!

So, before I go much farther – here’s the link to the story.  While you read, I’ll be sitting here with my coffee.

First of all, I realize this isn’t a story about Duran Duran. That said, I think every one of us has something to gain from reading. Music heals. I’ve said those words over and over again. This story is just further proof.  The power of music is undeniable. It brings people together, it fights evil, and when many of us cannot get past our differences—it is music that can bridge the gap.

It wasn’t so much that Bruce did anything special. After all, they went to a book signing and spent the same amount of time with him as anyone else. This isn’t really a story about the artist as it is about the family and their journey.  But when you think about it, out of all the music they could have played for their daughter while she spent those six months in the hospital, they played Bruce Springsteen. Tom, Juniper’s dad, was what I would consider to be a pretty hard-core fan.  They mention that he followed Bruce on tour for forty years. It was second nature to play the music that likely comforts him for his daughter. I would like to think that I would have done the same, as would likely many of you.

We all know the music that connects with our heart, whether that is Springsteen, Duran Duran, or something else entirely.  When we take the time to share that with our children, we are giving them part of ourselves. I have no doubt that my kids will always equate Duran Duran with me, long after I leave this planet.  While yes, some days that might be a curse (!!), on other days – it is a gift.  In the case of Juniper and her family, that music not only connected her and her parents when she was so fragile should couldn’t be held, it also healed.

I can’t think of anything else more beautiful than that. This is why music is so powerful.

-R

 

 

 

Come Down From Your Pedestal

Never have I been so glad as to talk about something other than politics.

Like many of you, I spent my weekend glued to TV. I’m a news junkie. I won’t lie. By last night, after the debate, I needed an intervention. 🙂 It doesn’t really matter where my views lie, but I will say I’ve been outraged since Friday.

Unlike my dear friend and counterpart, I’m not really politically active. I vote, I watch the news (sometimes obsessively), I research the things I will be voting on. But I don’t campaign, I don’t volunteer, and no – I don’t donate to campaigns. I don’t put bumper stickers on my car, I refuse to put signs on my lawn. I don’t even post memes online, although I have been known to tweet a few politicians directly and let them know how I feel in no uncertain terms. Other than that, I leave “politicking”, so to speak, to others.

I miss the days before social media when it comes to politics. I had my voting positions, my friends had theirs, and no one really talked about them. They were private. I didn’t feel ashamed when some politician from my party did things that were wrong. I blamed the person, not the party, knocked the politician off of the proverbial pedestal I may have had them on, and went on about my day without scorn from others. These days, it’s very different and hard to escape.

The thing is, for both Amanda and I – Daily Duranie is our baby. It’s our safe place, and it’s kind of an island. Amanda and I have agreed (although we’ve never really had a discussion – we just “know”) to leave politics at the door. Nobody comes here looking for those types of discussions, and I’m thankful for that.  I see enough of that on Facebook and Twitter!

That said, the political climate of the world sometimes has a way of lending itself to discussions here. Yesterday for instance, Amanda talked about how the band isn’t known for saying and doing some of the things we’ve heard from other notable celebrities as of late.  I think she’s right, to my knowledge I haven’t heard those things.

I’m no innocent at the age of 46. I’m well-aware of storied tales from the 80s and beyond. I’m just glad, to some extent, that I haven’t had personal experience with much of it. When I read Amanda’s blog yesterday, I thought about how I might feel if I heard a band member talk the way Trump did in his now infamous video. I wondered if I didn’t still have the band on a pedestal.

I won’t lie, I expect certain behavior from the band. I expect them to act like gentlemen, and to behave with some decorum when needed. That doesn’t mean we don’t all have times where we’re laughing and partying it up, but for me—there’s a pretty big line between that and what was on that video, for instance. Yes, I’ve seen things in the years I’ve even been nearby the band after the shows, though.  I wouldn’t necessarily disagree that celebrities get away with a lot. Even so, I remain very thankful I haven’t seen too much. I still feel they live up to the type of people I want to be around, and yet I am fully aware that alone might be a bit of a pedestal for them.

Maybe that’s the mystique talking. Would we all still like them as much if we knew they behaved differently?  Isn’t that always the question?  We (the public, the fans) assume that the Simon Le Bon we see on stage is the same Simon Le Bon that we might run into off stage, and when it is not—hell hath no fury like a disappointed fan. Isn’t that really the issue? Very, very, few of us are able to make the distinction between the person who is onstage playing the “part” and the real person offstage. I would imagine that goes for even some celebrities themselves. If they didn’t know themselves and who they really were before fame…how on earth do they manage WITH fame?  Those pedestals can be pretty high, and for me, it’s worth considering if I’m being fair.

For me personally, these are much easier concepts to think about than politics today. I appreciate the breath of fresh air, and I hope others do too!

-R