I still remember sitting in Mrs. Garvey's English class passing notes with Jennifer Prude about our beloved Duran Duran. She loved Nick Rhodes and I favored the drummer, Roger Taylor. This meant we could easily be friends since there would be no fighting over our respective but clearly out of our jailbait league men. We believed this despite living in El Paso, Texas and not having even a slim chance of meeting them in person let alone going to a concert.
Nonetheless, from age 11 to 15 my bedroom walls were plastered with Duran Duran posters I bought at Spencers or got out of Tigerbeat with a maniacal devotion that makes Squeaky Frome look like a slacker. Sure the occasional OMD and Howard Jones was mixed in but Duran Duran was the clear favorite even after the departure of my beloved Roger. By the way, when he was arrested for marijuana possession Jennifer and I felt very strongly that his new wife was the culprit. We were certain this kind of thing would never happen under our watch.
As time passed my Duran Duran t-shirts gave way to vintage clothes, black hair and once I could wear make-up my signature red lipstick. I fancied myself some kind of new wavey-goth gal and Duran Duran took a backseat to Depeche Mode, The Cure, The B-52s and Love and Rockets. But I never forgot my first true musical love.
Even though I am now in my mid-30s, a Duran Duran tune will get me up our of my seat dancing and singing. I may be older, a little chubbier (thank g-d not wrinklier) but I am still essentially the same little giggly nerd I was back then. So I am beyond excited to FINALLY be seeing Duran Duran in concert!
Today I'll finally be listening to all my faves, including their new single Skindiver,in person. It is 12 year old Bonnie's dream come true! And while I am already married and certainly not looking for a new hubby, I am still making sure I look cute just in case. Roger should really know what he missed out on.