Wednesday, May 18, 2011
You had to know this post was coming.
I could wax on forever about the meaning Duran Duran has in my life. A few will understand, some will laugh, and most will not understand.
Here's a brief background. In 6th grade, Doria Fan introduced me to The Fab Five. Doria was this cool, Asian chick who had a big sister with a life and access to music. I want to say that all it took was Doria wearing a Duran Duran button in Mr. Hough's class that was enough to get the ball rolling in my pop music head. I've never been the same.
Yeah, so the boys of Birmingham look good. I'll agree that's what initially hooked me. During my formative, horny teen years, I collected dozens of Bop, Teen Beat, and Japanese glossy magazines filled with articles and pics of John, Nick, Simon, Roger, and Andy. John Taylor's looks cemented the type of man I will forever be drawn to; square jaw, high cheekbones. Some of this reckless spending on teen fluff paid off. Recently, I sold a $5.95 collecter's edition book for over $50 on eBay.
Here's the kicker and something so many people like to dismiss; Duran's music. This band is more than pretty faces. They are musicians.
Over the last 30 years (the single Planet Earth was released in February 1981) Duran has crafted some serious beauty . If you go back and listen to The Chauffeur, or Friends of Mine, they still sound relevant and fresh. And the guys wrote this stuff when the oldest member was 20. While there is something slightly adolescent about songs filled with girls, one-night-stands and animals running through a rainforest (Rio, Save a Prayer, Hungry Like the Woof), Simon's lyrics are pure poetry. John plays a wicked loss bass with grooves that are disco-like and ethereal, and I believe Nick Rhodes is an absolute magician on synthesizers. To me, he is the heart of the band.
I had many years where I wasn't a faithful follower as things like newborns and jobs ocupied my every waking thought. And I will also tell you this; there have been some albums that were awful. Unfortunately, like anyone or anything getting older, the band tried to stay relevant and hook a new audience. That doesn't work when you completely change your initial sound and the new audience is wanting a pop star Justin Bieber's age.
This past March, a winner emerged from the band. After teaming up with famed producer Mark Ronson, Duran release All You Need Is Now. The album is a return to their roots, with catchy hooks, soaring choruses, and old-school Simon Le Bon layered vocals. I loved it immediately. I found tickets to a London show and with Scot's blessing, started planning an England trip.
When I told people we were going to London to see Duran Duran, many tried to dampen my enthusiasm.
"London, great! But for Duran Duran? 'giggle, giggle' Wait, you're serious? "
I get the dismissal, and then I don't. I liken it to the supermodel suspected of not having brains. In other words, just because they look good doesn't mean they don't sound good. Have they listened to their new stuff? Maybe these people just don't like the band. To each his own.
But to make fun of me is to take away part of my history. It's been with me since I was 11 years old. I simply adore Duran Duran, their music and the special place it's had in my life. My own mother thinks the whole shebang with going to London to see them is crazy. She's actually asked me if " I'm going to get over it" and told Scot she" feel sorry for him." Good Lord! I'm so misunderstood. I don't want to shag the boys (much) and aren't about to leave my happy home to be a groupie. I just feel blessed to be able to recapture a beloved part of my youth and carry it with me into my 40's.
P.S. The tour was supposed to kick-off on Monday. The first two dates have been postponed as Simon Le Bon has laryngitis. Drat! Rats! Crap! We are still going, cancelled show or not.
Posted by toni at 1:46 PM