Yesterday, as I watched the snow falling, I graded, hoping to get caught up. (No, I did not include a typo in that first sentence. It snowed here yesterday. Yes, it is almost May.) I wanted to finish my grading for a couple of reasons. Progress reports are due on Wednesday. More importantly than that, I wanted to be able to watch the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony without feeling guilty.
There is something special about seeing Duran Duran on TV and there always has been. I remember as a kid getting so excited to see the band on TV. Before we had a VCR, I had to just hope that whatever they were on I would be able to see it. It had to be before my bedtime (gosh I was so young!) but also when I didn’t have to fight my siblings and the parents for the family TV. This was always a struggle but when I was successful, there was nothing better. One appearance from childhood that sticks out is this one from the Bob Hope Birthday Special:
From what I remember, I won the TV (we only had one in color with cable) because my grandma was there and she liked Bob Hope. In fact, she would have taken the time to retell the story for the 10th time or more about seeing Bob Hope perform in person decades earlier.
Sometimes, I didn’t know about a TV appearance but was lucky enough to catch it by changing the channels. Here are two that worked out that way:
Of course, there were times that I knew that Duran was going to be on TV but I couldn’t watch. I felt like someone was trying to torture me when this happened as a kid. Why were my parents so mean, I wondered. The biggest example of this was Live Aid in July 1985. My family was in the process of moving and on that Saturday we were to drive to our new house to drop off some needed items for my dad who was staying there during the week. I have a very clear memory of me begging my mom to let me stay with my best friend as she folded sheets that were going to the new house. No matter how many reasons I gave for needing to stay, she wasn’t having it. No, my help would be needed. Great…That said, we returned home in the evening and I managed to get back in time to see both Power Station and Duran! Even though I didn’t miss any of it, I pouted the entire day and refused to join the family for the Chinese takeout.
Another example of a Duran appearance that I was not able to watch was As the Lights Go Down. In this case, it wasn’t because my parents had plans for me. No, it had to do with the fact that it was airing on Cinemax, a cable channel that we definitely did not have. So what did I do? I did what must have been done and I begged my cousins to record it for me. They agreed but when they returned the videotape, they had missed some songs. I was so annoyed but I knew that I didn’t have the right to be. After all, they had done me a favor. Imagine how excited I was when the concert was included in one of the Seven and the Ragged Tiger special reissued box sets. Now, the band has been releasing some of the songs from it on YouTube after this year’s RSD special vinyl released of it. Here are the tracks they have released so far:
On that note, I might spend a little bit more time today watching some good Duran Duran clips. After all, what gets better than that?!