And she wonders how she ever got here as she goes under again...
Girls on Film: 25 years Later. Girls on Film.
We saw Duran Duran on Wednesday night. I give the experience a big fat, "Meh!"
We saw them back in 2004. It was the first show in the US on their reunion tour, and it was the first concert ever at Agganis Arena. The place was pulsating with energy and excitement. Simon was gracious and genuinely thrilled to be there. He was vibrating with disbelief that he was 45 years old and still got to be a rockstar. He put on a show for all he was worth, flying about the stage and singing every hit I loved from the '80's. The did a couple songs off of their new album. But they knew what we were there for. They opened with Union of the Snake and sang every favorite song they had and the audience was screaming all the lyrics along with them. The Arena was packed. Simon told amusing anecdotes about what they'd been doing for the last 10 years. And he just seemed so grateful for the life he was leading. They showed this wonderful Anime to Careless Memories where Duran Duran fought Godzilla.
Four years later the Ego returned. They opened with FIVE songs off their new techno album. Boring, Sidney. Boring. The arena was half empty. It's an awkward space for a proscenium stage. It's long and skinny and if you sit on the side, you have to keep your neck turned to see the stage. And they're too far away to see any details. Plus there was no screen. I suppose the guys are almost 50 and John Taylor has morphed from pretty boy to Keith Richards over the last 20 years, so I guess they decided to forgo the screen. But it was annoying watching these pupped sized performers bopping around without the giant screens to see them close up.
And the LeBon ego was back with a vengeance. All his gracious banter was gone. He could care less that we shelled out more than $50 a ticket to hear The Chauffer (which they didn't play). I can't blame them for wanting to break out of their old body of work. Who would want to only play songs from 25 years ago? But at this stage of the game, that's what all the 30 and 40 year old women in the audience were after. And the audience was pretty much composed of 30 and 40 year old women.
So, I probably won't go see them again. It's too bad. But I still love them and I always will. When we're old people, living in Florida, we'll probably go down to the pavilion on the beach and dance to Duran Duran and the Beastie Boys until our knees give out and then we'll just rock softly in our wheelchairs to the music of our youth...
We saw Duran Duran on Wednesday night. I give the experience a big fat, "Meh!"
We saw them back in 2004. It was the first show in the US on their reunion tour, and it was the first concert ever at Agganis Arena. The place was pulsating with energy and excitement. Simon was gracious and genuinely thrilled to be there. He was vibrating with disbelief that he was 45 years old and still got to be a rockstar. He put on a show for all he was worth, flying about the stage and singing every hit I loved from the '80's. The did a couple songs off of their new album. But they knew what we were there for. They opened with Union of the Snake and sang every favorite song they had and the audience was screaming all the lyrics along with them. The Arena was packed. Simon told amusing anecdotes about what they'd been doing for the last 10 years. And he just seemed so grateful for the life he was leading. They showed this wonderful Anime to Careless Memories where Duran Duran fought Godzilla.
Four years later the Ego returned. They opened with FIVE songs off their new techno album. Boring, Sidney. Boring. The arena was half empty. It's an awkward space for a proscenium stage. It's long and skinny and if you sit on the side, you have to keep your neck turned to see the stage. And they're too far away to see any details. Plus there was no screen. I suppose the guys are almost 50 and John Taylor has morphed from pretty boy to Keith Richards over the last 20 years, so I guess they decided to forgo the screen. But it was annoying watching these pupped sized performers bopping around without the giant screens to see them close up.
And the LeBon ego was back with a vengeance. All his gracious banter was gone. He could care less that we shelled out more than $50 a ticket to hear The Chauffer (which they didn't play). I can't blame them for wanting to break out of their old body of work. Who would want to only play songs from 25 years ago? But at this stage of the game, that's what all the 30 and 40 year old women in the audience were after. And the audience was pretty much composed of 30 and 40 year old women.
So, I probably won't go see them again. It's too bad. But I still love them and I always will. When we're old people, living in Florida, we'll probably go down to the pavilion on the beach and dance to Duran Duran and the Beastie Boys until our knees give out and then we'll just rock softly in our wheelchairs to the music of our youth...
Here they are in their current Andy-Taylor-Less incarnation. JT is looking rather old and ghoulish.
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