It was a one sided love affair. I loved them, they had no idea who I was. As a teenager, that was frustrating yet par for the course of being a Duranie. It was actually par for the course of any one sided crush. Sigh.
I would lay in my bed, room decorated floor to ceiling with posters and articles of Duran Duran and I would picture what I would say to Simon, John, Nick, Roger and Andy, in the unlikely event that I actually met them. Reality is, I’d probably blush, stutter, maybe throw up on their shoes and make an all-around ass of myself. But, at least I could say that I met them and they threw me out of their dressing room, banning me from any other event they might be at.
Moot fantasy. Never happened. I’m thinking that maybe it’s better that way, eh?
Every single time Duran Duran came to Detroit to perform, I was there, whooping, screaming and flicking my Bic while swaying to Save A Prayer. I wasn’t one of those crying fans though, that always cracked me up. It still does.
I would always secretly hope that John or Simon would catch a glimpse of me in the audience and immediately fall in love with my great beauty and obvious fabulous personality. I was convinced that I would someday grow up to be Mrs. Simon LeBon or Mrs. John Taylor and have cute, chubby babies in their likeness. Imagine my surprise when they went on to marry women who weren’t me. Harumph.
As I grew out of teenagerness and into some semblance of adulthood, my love for the band never faltered. Nope, not a once. No one ever could try to convince me that there was any other band better than my wild boys. I maintain that to this day and I’m WAY into my adulthood. We won’t discuss how far in I am though, I’m a lady, we don’t disclose our true age. I’ll never be a day over 33.
When concert announcements are made that Duran Duran is going to be anywhere near the vicinity of Detroit, I try to see them. I’m like a Deadhead only, not. I guess one could call me a Duranhead. Minus the pot smoking. Because I don’t do that, not since I was 23. But if my kids ask, I’ve only done it a couple of times. Besides, my poison is wine and if I’m feeling frisky, a shot or two of tequila.
The other day, when I received an invitation to be part of the DuranSocial in Cleveland…the blogger outreach for the Duran Duran “All You Need Is Now” tour, I said HELL YEAH. It didn’t matter what I had going on that day, I was canceling and heading down to Ohio to see my favorite guys. It also makes no difference to me that the concert is on October 19th and I am also seeing them in Windsor, Ontario on October 22nd. The more, the merrier and besides, I’m a Duranhead, remember?
I WOULD go to every single concert, if I could. But I can’t. Maybe you could? Check out their tour schedule here to see if they are performing in your neck of the woods.
The coolest thing, well…maybe not THE coolest, but it’s pretty darn cool is…I pick up my tickets at the Will Call for BAND GUESTS. I’m a guest of my boys. Not that I’ll meet them. That privilege is reserved for winners of radio contests. Sucks. I’ll just have to live with the fact that I may never meet them and be happy that I get to see them in concert a million times.
In exchange for being a guest of the band, all I have to do is write this post (which, I’d do anyways), tweet and Facebook…which I’d do anyways. That’s how I roll. Hey, I guess this is my disclosure.
So, watch for my #duransocial status on Twitter and also, my blurry pictures on Facebook on October 19th and 22nd.
Also, watch the news, I’ll be the chick that got dragged off the stage while holding a vice-like grip on John and Simon. OK, not really.
p.s…another disclosure: dear duran duran, i’m not a stalker *crosses fingers*. i NEVER try to talk to you on twitter, only to be *sigh* ignored *stifles a giggle* and i would NEVER throw myself onto the stage because i’d probably break a rib.
p.p.s…simon and john, if by chance you read this…i’m rockdrool on twitter. you know, the chick that always throws her virtual black bra at you.
p.p.p.s…a little known fact about me. 1993-ish, my ex-husband (who was my fiancee at the time) took me to see duran duran at pine knob. simon came out into the audience and i touched him with my left hand. yes, i washed it. but, i got a cat a few days later and named him simon. see…i’m SO NOT a stalker. you’re welcome.
I’m so glad that they (or whoever) asked you to do this. You totally deserve it, and I know how happy it makes you. Blogging can be so cool sometimes.
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Christina S. says
They need to have you interview the band! Let’s start a petition. 😉
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Elizabeth Wheelock says
Ahh, Love Duran Duran!! Never seen them in concert though! I’m sure they put on a really good show; don’t they?! Have fun!!
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Jessica @FoundtheMarbles says
I have a friend who is just like that with Bon Jovi. It’s hysterical. Have fun at the concert!!
Mama Mary says
I still remember the night on Twitter when you were going on and on about JT and I piped but only because I thought you were talking about Justin Timberlake. It was then that I learned of your one-way love affair with John Taylor. : )
You’re gonna have such an amazing time! I can’t wait for your tweets. Also, Simon touched you???? Wha???
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That is so very cool! Have a blast 🙂
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