You Don’t Dance? Apparently We Do!

I started this blog while sitting at Rendezvous Bar at the Agua Caliente Casino with some of my favorite Duranies so it might not be the best written ever.  It was our last night in the city and I was and still am filled with lots of emotions.  I know that people are probably interested in a review of the Agua Caliente show but I want to reflect on some other aspects of the shows and touring instead.  I will say this, though.  Friday night’s show at Berkeley was probably technically better for all the reasons I mentioned in yesterday’s blog, including all of the interactions and energy.  That said, yesterday, it was our last show.  It was a longer show.  It was a show that included both White Lines (thanks for getting us once again, LeBon!) and Save a Prayer as well as Wild Boys.  There was also a very high hug between John and Simon after What Are the Chances.  More importantly for me and Rhonda, we had front row center at a venue that allows you to put your arms right on the stage.  That changes everything.  Everything.  It increases the intensity by about 10,000.

As long-time readers probably know, we first had front row in Biloxi in 2012 after waiting all day long in the general admission line.  I absolutely sucked at being front row that night.  I was too overwhelmed to interact or give real feedback to the band.  I desperately wanted a do over but that didn’t happen until this tour.  At Berkeley, we had front row right. This was a perfect taster for me.  The stage was high and I wasn’t really near my favorite (John).  I could get used to it and get comfortable.  Last night, though, we were front row center.  I was literally right by Simon.  I had to be ready and I was.  There was no standing there, being stunned.  No, I asked them to bring it so I had to bring it, too!

I sang, screamed and danced like I haven’t in years.  I’m surprised I still have a voice.  For once, I wasn’t hiding my love for the band.  No, I was showing it openly and wished for the band to see it and feel it.   There were moments that I felt like they knew that I was there, supporting, giving love and more whether it was a brief glance or a quick smile from one of the guys.  I am like everyone, though, in that it is never enough.  I wished to shake John’s hand or tell Simon how great he was or request a coveted item like a setlist or a guitar pick.  Yet, I did none of the above.  I’m not good with being assertive like that, especially when others near me are trying for the same things I am and, in some cases, are willing to step on others to do so.  For example, last night, I was hoping to stand there for a few minutes longer after the show to soak it all in, to process, but I soon found myself literally being smushed in a painful way between two people trying for the setlist that had been taped down on stage for Simon.  No, in those moments, I back down.  Nothing is that important to treat others around me disrespectfully.  That said, someday, I have to hope that karma will work to my advantage.

Now, as I sit here, preparing to leave, I find myself rather introspective.  Was this tour worth the work to get here?  Was it worth the hassle?  Did it provide me with the fun and the break that I so desperately needed?  I had to work really hard to get to do this tour and to be ready to go.  As this tour winds down, I have to say that it was worth it.  Did it live up to every hope?  Did every dream get made?  Absolutely not, but, many did.  I had the most amazing seats for all three shows, for example!   More importantly,  I had a kick ass time with a bunch of great Duranies and friends!  I saw three fabulous shows.  Heck, I even managed to find a way, I think, to tolerate, to appreciate Danceophobia!  How, you wonder?  Simple.  Watch John during it.  His enthusiasm and dancing  make it fun!

Will the return to reality hurt?  Extremely.  I might, once again, question my decision to go then.  Yet, I know that I could look back to this blog and even the blogs prior to today’s to remember that it was worth it.  The Berkeley show and  last night’s show made all of the driving worth it, for example.  Being front row made it all the more special.  These shows and this tour reminded me of the fun, the friendship and the pure escape that comes with the territory.  Isn’t that what it is all about?!  It is for me.

-A

 

3 thoughts on “You Don’t Dance? Apparently We Do!”

  1. Wow, it just sounds fantastic! May the memories you’ve added to your collection sustain you through your return to real life! x

  2. Sounds like you had an excellent time! Thanks for sharing. Would love to see some pictures if you guys took any.

    PS. I hear you on the whole getting smushed from people trying for “coveted” items. Would I like a “coveted” item? Sure. But I am not going to trample someone else in the process, or let common sense and good manners go out the window trying to get one. Never understood that. It can be interesting watching how other people react though! That might be some serious grist for a fandom blog post right there! 😉

    1. We took few concert pictures as we just really enjoyed the show. That said, I am sure that we will be posting some pictures from our tour. 🙂

      This tour was the worst I have seen in a long time about trying to get “coveted” items like set lists. I get wanting it but I don’t get being rude. -A

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