Duran Duran A night with my 1st man


So at the age of 13, my girlfriends and I sat in the cafeteria we talked about our dreams.  I wanted to marry Simon, my best friend Jodi  want to marry Nick,  for Judy and Karen it was John.  No there were not boys in our middle school.  They were the members of Duran Duran.. and no we never called them with their last names. We were on a first name basis.. after all we were going to marry them. .  We dreamed hope and believed that the members of Duran Duran were to be ours. (insert 13 year old doe eyed stare)

We read every Tiger Beat and Pop magazine that had Duran Duran pictures plastered across the cover.  Scotch taping “our mans” pictures to our bedroom walls.  We purchased ever DD album even the Europeans ones keeping them in plastic sleeves to protect the dreamy faces on the covers.

During the 8th grade winter break,  I went to NYC and took pictures in front  of Trump Towers because that is where Duran Duran lived when in NYC (or least thats what TigerBeat said).  I will also never forget my Mother’s face when we ran up a phone bill calling NYC to try to look for them,  pretending we  were a  British press agent, just so we could feel close to them.(in a non-stalkerish 13 year old crush way)   Aha… to be young and in love with a celebrity singer.

This Monday night… I got to be 13 again.  I went to see Duran Duran with fellow  ” Duranie”  Hillary(and Simon fan too boot) with Duran Social.   Prior to going to the concert, I posted it on facebook I was going to the concert.   A high school friend Marc comment that it was one of the best concerts he ever saw and he has been to over 60.  Marc was right Duran Duran rocked it.

It was surreal,  we were 4 rows from the stage. (squeal)  When Duran Duran came on stage and my knees buckled with excitement.  Simon (and the band) was electric and kept me on my feet  the entire time. The crowd stood and danced the for 2+ hours.  The audience was amazing filled with middle aged duranies… I felt like I had arrived with “my people”.

I have to say all the members all looked good. But for me it was Simon.. When he-  moved  Hillary and I  squealed followed by  howls ,  it was AWESOME. I am still smiling about it. Yes John , Rodger and Nick looked wonderful as well.  Now, back to Simon.. his 40 year bod .. can shake it.. (insert my dreamy 8th grade look).  I think he got hotter with age.  (sorry to my husband)

They played  all our favorite songs Rio, Reflex, Save a prayer, 1984, Wildboys,  and more.  The concert was the true essence of a great concert; they played the songs  you know and sprinkled with the new songs.    I was really amazed Simon (my man) sang for 2+ hours keeping the intensity up the entire time.

Duran Duran is touring for the next few months if you are near a venue I recommend  check them out it is well worth the funds. Hillary is already mentioning a road trip from Philly to Atlantic City  next week to see them at the shore!

If you don’t live near a city where the Wild Boys are visiting; Check out  Duran Social / Mightybell experiencel to catch up with other Duranies throughout the world.

I apologize that this post was bias towards Simon LeBon.. but it is Simon (insert squeal again.)

Disclosure:  I received the tickets form Duran Social / Mightybell experience in exchange for this post.  The opinions written in this post are completely of my own.

4 thoughts on “Duran Duran A night with my 1st man”

  1. Wow– that was us too. I was going to marry John though and my friend was going to marry Nick. I think we may have run by Trump Towers. A family member almost ruined my life when she tried to tell me that MTV (she worked with them or knew a lot of people at MTV at the time) actually created Duran Duran as a band so they would be successful. I don’t think I ever liked her again after that.

    1. Nancy- I never hear that they were a created band but I was in Duran Duran Bliss world. It is so funny that we were lusting after men in there late 20’s in out preteens. Now a days you are wash if you dont start at 17. thanks for stopping by.

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