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Rio goes gold, 1983

Do you know what happened on this date in 1983?

Rio went Gold.

That means by this date in 1983, that little album with the recognizably Nagel cover had sold 500,000 copies. 500,000 people or so, snatched up that vinyl, or cassette. (did they have 8-track too??) I still have my original copy and remember buying it. Do you?

I’m a little surprised that my copy still works. I would have thought that with the number of times I played it – over and over again – that by now the grooves would have widened and been completely worn out. I loved that album from the very moment I heard the opening “backwards sounding” rush of notes all coming together to transport me away to a completely different world. Escapism at its best.

To this day, some of my favorite songs and videos are from that album. So for this Throwback Thursday, I’m going to spend some time gleefully skipping down a memory lane dipped in gold!

I couldn’t find a full-length clip of Last Chance on the Stairway (dammit, why hasn’t someone else done it for me?!) but I did find a couple of the electroset version they did….and this is the longest:

Happy listening and viewing!

-R

 

PS – Happy March!!!

 

 

A Little Time Could Change Your Mind: 70-80s Nostalgia!

I was scanning Facebook, trying to decide what to write about this morning when I stumbled upon a post from a friend that had pictures of various items I should remember from growing up in the 70s/80s. I clicked on it, figuring I’d see a few things that would make me smile and I’d be on my way.

Well, there were over 300 photos of things I actually do remember!  Everything from jelly shoes to Pert shampoo.  There were photos of the Steam and Curl that I burnt my neck and forehead on, repeatedly (Yes, I’m that coordinated and I have actual scars to prove it.), to the pair of roller skates that I had to have one Christmas. Does anyone remember Loves Baby Soft?  I can still remember how it smelled, probably because the scent nearly bowled me over each time I’d walk into the girls’ bathroom at school during the fifth grade.  I hadn’t even gotten all the way through the photos before I decided what my blog would be about today.

You see, I can remember my mom talking about the stuff she grew up with. From time to time, I can still get her started on a decent walk down memory lane. I am always fascinated to hear her tales of the soda shops and getting caught smoking in a car outside of McDonald’s. As a kid, I would normally feign annoyance when she’d start in with her music, but at the same time, I secretly liked it.  It wasn’t just because of the music itself – which admittedly I enjoy – but because those memories were so incredibly powerful for her.  I liked seeing that response! But almost as quickly, my mom tends to remind me of how difficult her childhood was. She always says she didn’t have a happy childhood, describing how she was alone and didn’t have friends. Yet the stories she shares when we talk about music or places she went and things she did during that time don’t sound that bad.

When I think about it, sixth through eighth grade (ages 10-13 for me) were not necessarily the easiest years, at least not socially. I had a rough time with girls at school. When I see pictures of myself from that time, my awkwardness is front and center. I can remember having other girls tease me as I walked to my locker each morning, and it got to the point that I’d purposefully be late to class or arrange to get the things I needed for my first class before I left school the afternoon before, and not even bother going to my locker before first period in order to avoid the situation. Even in my own circle of friends, we bounced between being the target of ridicule or being the one ridiculing one of the others, in some sort of sick “beat, or be beaten” ritual. It was awful. Yet, a lot of these products and images are from that same period of time, and the memories I think of aren’t at all bad. I discovered Duran Duran for the first time at some point during sixth grade, for crying out loud. It is those memories I think about most, not the bad stuff.

Sure, I could spend all of my time thinking about the horrible things that happened during my childhood. The memory of a certain Lisa standing at her locker, and offhandedly telling me how ugly and useless I was, and that I should go kill myself is still remarkably strong, thirty-some years later. There are enough of those instances still in my memory that yes, I could spend a lot of my time thinking about them. I suspect I’m not alone. That said, I’d much rather focus on the happy things. I’m not interested in being angry, or even sad, all of the time.  After all, I found Duran Duran during that same period of time. As all of you probably know from your own experience, the memories of that band are pretty damn powerful on their own.

If I added a picture of Duran Duran,  or an iconic design or something representing them to that Facebook post – which is here, go enjoy a walk down memory lane as you click-through the images – what would I choose?  What is the most iconic image of them that would immediately cause those of us who grew up in the 70s & 80s to smile? I’m nearly stumped. There are so many, and it’s difficult for me to stop the knee jerk reaction of over thinking it! Like all of you, I am a die-hard, incredibly long time fan.

This one, posted on billboard.com as they discussed the 10 Essential Cuts from the band, is the same poster that almost always comes to mind from my room when I think back on it.  Of course, so does this one, and this one too. But there’s always the cover of Rio, and even the slanted D design.  Each of them stir memories, and every single one is as powerful as the next.

Strangely, I have wondered from time to time if my insistence in following a band that stirs memories from one of the most difficult periods in my life isn’t some sort of bizarre, self-torture practice! The truth is, the band is probably what saved those years for me. The music was the one thing I could count on.

Over the years since, I still find some social situations to be just as annoying as they were back “in the day”. I still struggle with the way women behave when they are in groups. I’d rather stab myself in the eye than go up to a group of women and try to join in. This is why our meet-ups are similar to shock therapy for me, and it’s a direct result from my days in the halls at Sunflower Intermediate. Even so, I still love Lip Smackers, and I can still taste the grape flavor of Bubble Yum bubble gum – it was the ONLY gum I’d chew and the ONLY flavor of grape I like. And of course, hearing “Is There Something I Should Know” still makes my heart sing.

-R

Feel the New Day: What’s your theme song?

Every once in a while, Duran Duran puts out a question on social media that makes me think. This morning, as I was quickly scanning through Twitter, I saw a tweet from them asking about personal theme songs.

That tweet made me stop and think a little. My knee jerk reaction was to go with a favorite song, but those favorites aren’t necessarily theme songs—they’re just songs I like. For example, my very favorite DD song is still “Is there Something I Should Know”, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that song SPOKE for me in that way, exactly. I just fell in love with it from the first listen and it’s stuck with me. By the same token, I’ve had a few songs become sentimental favorites along the way because they came out at particular points in my life, and perfectly described how I was feeling or what I was going through in those moments. “Finest Hour”, and “Red Carpet Massacre” are two songs that come immediately to mind.

When “Finest Hour” came out on Astronaut, I immediately took the song to heart because it was describing exactly how I felt at the time in my private life. I was also rediscovering who I really was as a Duran fan, and to some extent, I was learning about myself as well. The song really kind of epitomized that moment for me.

“Red Carpet Massacre”, the title song from the album of the same name, was released in probably my darkest time. I’ve written about my feelings about the album and even what I was going through personally, but the more I listened to this song, the more I felt that it described the nature of this fan community at times. The album came out during a time when I was just really starting to see the cutthroat nature of fans, and so at the time, the song really did become a sort of theme!

In the years since, I’ve had moments where various songs have become my sort of personal theme. “Late Bar”, “Secret October”, and even “Rio” have all taken their turn as my theme of the moment or day.  Right now though, I feel as though “Sunrise” describes it best for me. I’m looking for that new day to come. I have the sense that life is about to take a turn for my family, and I’m waiting to see how that’s going to play out. I’m trying to see it all as positive rather than dwell on the negative part, because hopefully that will be short-lived (Which is that my husband is currently sitting in my son’s room, which he’s converted into his temporary office space, looking for a new job).

So, what’s your theme song?

-R

Duran Duran at Birmingham University, 1979

On this date in 1979, Duran Duran played at Birmingham University. It was the seventh public show they played (according to duran duran.com), and it was the second of two shows at the university in November.

It is hard for me to imagine what gigs must have been like back then. (and that’s not ONLY a comment on how long ago it was, after all, I was nine at the time! :D) All of the lighting, video, light-up risers and things we enjoy now were mostly nonexistent at the time. I highly doubt the crowds were quite the same, since this was before the days of Rio and Sing Blue Silver. Even so, while I can’t really regret not being there….I absolutely wonder what it must have been like!

Particularly today, as I log on to Twitter and am greeted with photos from JT in Red Square and group photos on a balcony in Moscow, I think about the long, arduous road to get to the present. I have to think, knowing how the band feels about nostalgia in general, I don’t think they’d change a single thing along the way.

Lately, when it comes to writing the blog, I’ve thought more about where the band has been as opposed to where they are going. I think that’s because for me, nostalgia IS part of the game. I’m a blogger, and my gift isn’t in seeing what is coming ahead, but rather, what we have in our rear view mirror. With #DD40 in our sights, it isn’t a bad time to think back over the course of Duran’s career. Maybe I’m a bit biased as a fan, but I think they’ve had an incredible run.

Even so, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wished I could have been at these Birmingham University gigs at the beginning of their career….and I’d give my eye teeth to know what they’re planning for their 40th anniversary! 😀

Off to listen to Katy Kafe – highlights tomorrow!

-R

 

Hammersmith Odeon – London, 1982. Anybody remember?

It is getting to that time where I desperately look at the dates in history for blog inspiration. On today’s date, there are several things the band has done, but one in particular sticks out.

On this date way, way back in 1982, Duran Duran played at the Hammersmith Odeon in London. There are MANY different clips on Youtube from the show, but the one I chose is unique purely because it isn’t a song we hear from them very often.

Hard to believe this show was thirty-five years ago today. Wow. I’m just going to sit with that thought for a while.  Do you remember this show?

-R