It has been a weekend!
I think this is Tuesday… I’m late, and I missed blogging yesterday. Driving by car from here to Vegas takes six hours, and it is not fun. No seriously, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
I’m going to try to catch-up from when we last left you (readers), and then do a weekend summation. I believe I’m fairly coherent after finally getting a full-night’s sleep. Let’s hope for the best, and prepare for the worst, as I like to say.
Nothing to hang on
So, the last blog was on Sunday, but that was before our final meet-up and the show. Lots to cover here, and without Amanda, well…you’ve all got to be hoping my memory is intact.
It’s not, so let’s just get that out of the way right now. Your expectations (and especially yours, Amanda), need to be very low.
*Four paragraphs just to get to this point. Wow. You all may need refreshments along with a brief intermission before this is over. Good luck!
More than she will hope for
On Sunday, Amanda and I took a walk in what felt like 350-degree heat to visit our friends Jeff and Jason (one host of the Duran Duran fan party at the Chandelier Bar on Saturday) at their pop-up DD collector shop. As we trudged through the dry desert heat, I told Amanda that I would not be purchasing, and that I hoped they didn’t mind. She replied that we were there in support, and that it was the right thing to do for friends. I figured we’d just talk a lot. I mean, who doesn’t want to talk music?!?
We walked in, and I immediately announced that I’d be purchasing the two tapestries they had available, and that I was looking to see what else I wanted. I ended up with two other books on my stack. Hey, those were for RESEARCH. Amanda bought two other books as well.
So it turns out that I do have a Duran Duran problem. My husband might have been right about that, but I’m not telling him. God, no.
Looking back she sees the pattern
After that, we went to visit our other friend Jason (I know a lot of people named Jason these days, but this one guest blogs for us on occasion!) who manages operations at the Hard Rock Cafe across the street. We were graciously given the “Daily Duranie” discount, had great food, and saw some Duran Duran videos. Who says we don’t have connections???
By that time, we had to get back to the Cosmo and get ready. Our final meet-up was that night. I felt like a dead-battery that needed a jump. We got ready and went down to the Clique.
Happy when her heart is jumping
Sadly, we’re going to need a new meeting place should the band ever play at The Cosmopolitan again. (actually, I’m kind of hoping we’re done with shows at The Cosmo and Vegas for a little while…) While they were super kind to us in December and February, in football season it is torturous, loud, and quite frankly – not music fan friendly. It *is* a sports bar, so I get it, but the environment was just far louder this time than last. No matter, our guests were good sports (no pun intended), and we made the best of it!
There’s always this panic that goes through me during the first 20-30 minutes of a meet-up. Will anyone show? Even though this time, we weren’t doing anything formal – just drinks – Amanda and I didn’t want to be at that big table are by ourselves. Thankfully, those fears were laid to rest pretty quickly. We filled the table, the area around the table, and even the table in back of us! It made me happy to see people mingling, meeting others, and hopefully even making new friends. Hey, it happened that way for Amanda and I, so why not others?
All too quickly, we were headed to the Cosmo. Funny thing about that – Amanda and I nearly got lost along the way. I always get turned around in that hotel, and this night was no exception. I started making comments about how Duran Duran may need to send out a search party for us. (“Um, Daily Duranie is missing and has sent out SOS messages…. Can anyone go find them?”) We crack ourselves up. Tears were streaming down my face as we rounded a corner and saw the massive line waiting to get in through security. Apparently, we weren’t lost at all. Go figure. Yes, we’re idiots. This is fine.
So…about that show. I don’t want to just rehash the whole thing with a blow-by-blow account. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone else about to see them, yet I do want to comment on a few things.
- I love the way the band has changed up their set, and continues to do so. The show didn’t feel quite so completely choreographed, and I prefer not knowing what is going to happen next. It makes every single show feel fresh, and honestly – the band themselves look like they are having ONE HELL of a great time on that stage. I want to be a part of that! Oh wait, I was…along with everyone else in the audience!! Having a basic framework of a set, but then being able to interchange the songs within makes all of the difference. I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT. Even now, I sit here thinking that I should have just sprang for the extra shows and gone, because I can’t imagine what I might miss out on. In my head, that is exactly what you want your audience to be thinking about, too.
- On that night, I heard Anyone Out There, Planet Earth, The Chauffeur, Sunrise (I may have actually cursed out loud when that started up because it was so unexpected and I love it!)/New Moon on Monday, Astronaut (and I’m sure I’m forgetting some)…it was fantastic. Every song was a surprise, and there was no room to be disappointed. I surely wasn’t!
- I wanted to make another comment about Anyone Out There. Simon’s performance of this song was extraordinary. He sounded so incredible, it sends chills up and down my spine just thinking about it. What’s more, I think he knows how great he sounds – his smile was 50 yards wide, and that just made it all that much more special to hear. I loved it beyond measure.
- Thank you for playing Planet Earth. That’s Amanda’s very favorite song, and she was overjoyed to see it performed again. I think she was on Cloud Nine after that.
- Nicholas Rhodes…what are we going to do with you?!? Oh, the smugness. The grins. The laughter. Sure, we saw you laugh after we ducked at just the precise moment for “White Lines”. Yes, our backs were drenched, and we enjoyed the interaction!
- The show was over so fast (they always are no matter how long the band plays), but we had such a great time! We still feel really lucky whenever the timing and universe gets together so that we’re able to see shows together, and this past weekend was no exception.
Overall, the weekend was fun. It is always just a little more “extra” for the Vegas show weekends. Think about it – the fans and the band, gathered together for an extended period. It is a recipe for disaster.
I was ready to find a quiet corner and talk about our writing project, which we did in the wee hours. We could see a large group of fans on the other side of the bar, but Amanda and I decided to go for a little more solitude and peace. Turns out, we weren’t the only two people wanting a little more breathing room – but we weren’t there to stalk or do the “fangirl” thing, so we left Dom and his friend to themselves after he waved hello. Amanda and I managed to talk through a little more of the work we’ve got ahead. I’m excited about the potential with this one!
Our meet-ups went very well. Going into the weekend, Amanda and I had agreed that since there seems to be many more people wanting to plan these parties, that we probably won’t do more of them after this. At the time, we felt like we’d had a good run, but that if it takes drama to just do the same thing we’ve always done – that we’ll graciously bow out and let others have a go at it. For us, the intention wasn’t a popularity contest, or for the band to acknowledge the parties. We hosted them for fun and friendship. If something was going to get in the way of that, then it was taking away from the original intent. That’s not what we want.
So, our plan was just to host whomever showed up this weekend, and just to quietly let the pre-show meet-ups go. After all, she and I could still go to a bar for pre-show drinks, and tweet it out to whomever is in the area without it being a big announcement or planned event.
Choose another road
That was before we met Jason Frye. As I mentioned earlier, he is the person who hosted the large meet-up in February, and also co-hosted the one this past weekend. At the time we planned ours, Jason immediately reached out to us, and explained he’d also put one together for the same day, but earlier and at a different bar. He enthusiastically agreed that we could have both without a problem, which was the knowledge Amanda and I carried with us for the past several months, and into the weekend.
We met Jason on Saturday, and I want to make sure he knows that we think he is wonderful in every single way. He is warm, welcoming, inclusive, and very enthusiastic about this band. In short, we’re lucky to call him a real friend. Expect to see more Daily Duranie pre-show meet-ups in the future, and don’t be surprised if you see us working directly with Jason (and Jeff too!) for whatever might be coming in 2020.
Trying to be strong enough
In just a few days, we will be celebrating our ninth anniversary (or birthday) for Daily Duranie. I never, ever thought I’d still be blogging. Thinking about it dumbfounds me. How on earth do we come up with new things to say every day?? We just do it. This site is almost like an additional appendage at this point. It is part of my day, and I don’t think I could easily stop. Duran Duran and Daily Duranie occupy the same sort of space in my heart.
It isn’t always easy. I’ve found that when I persevere through the not-so-fun times, the validation is on just the other side. This weekend proved that point over and over. I get a lot out of writing this blog. Much of it on a deeply personal level, and most of the time – I’m quiet about it. These types of weekends though give me the more tangible moments. Big hugs from friends. Laughing until I cry. Listening to someone sharing their big fan story. Seeing someone get emotional over our blog. Hearing someone tell me that they can attribute many of their friends to going to one of our events. That stuff is priceless to me.
Maybe I am not explaining it well. I don’t work for a living. Sadly, not even our website ads pay off that much! Cooking, cleaning, taking kids to wherever…feeding my zoo… that is what I do. Much of it doesn’t come with “atta-girl” moments. There’s not really a Friday paycheck, for that matter. I collect all of that “pay” when I go to these events, or when someone emails us to tell us how much they adore something we’ve done. A lot of my validation comes from the subtle and not so subtle thank-you’s, and I can’t tell you how much that means to me as a person. Forget Daily Duranie, or even being a Duran Duran fan – hearing that something I did actually matters to someone else – blows me away. So I tuck all of that into my heart for reflection on the days when I need it most. Thank YOU for reading.