Sunday, 17th December.
This is Planet Earth
The wait was over. Sunday 17th December - Duran Duran LIVE at
But first of all I needed a hair cut - the mop hadn't been
chopped since mid-October. My hair was huge. So I trundled round
to the Dawes Road Palace, and Mo opened up the Chop Shop.
"I'm a founding member of the Chop Shop," said Mo proudly.
One number 1 later I returned to fun-filled Mirabel Road where
The Couple were watching tv. They were a bit taken aback at my
hair, but I figure that's a good thing.
"I'm off to a concert tonight!" I said, hoping to start a
conversation with my livewire flatmates.
"Oh," said Brendan, "who are you seeing?"
"Umm, guess!" I really am trying my best to brighten up the place.
"Well you have pretty weird taste in music, so I wouldn't know what
to guess." said Mr Capital FM.
"Are they still alive?" I resisted the urge to thump Brendan.
Sensing that my attempt at a lively conversation had failed
miserably, I finished getting ready and left the house.
When I arrived at Wembley the support band was playing.
They were like the B-52's, but not as good. (Somebody went under a
dock, and there he saw a rock. It wasn't a rock. It was a rock
lobster!) Two highlights of their set: a Violent Femmes cover and
the end of their set.
The crowd: the concert was sold-out, and I was one of the
youngest people there. And at the risk of stating the bloody
obvious, I'm not as young as I used to be.
The band walked out onto stage, proving that either Duran Duran aren't
dead, or scientists have somehow managed to re-animate their
corpses. (Can you imagine a group of scientists discover that they
can bring people back to life, who should they revive first?
Einstein? Walt Disney? Richard Nixon? No, they choose Duran
Duran! Wise choice.)
There was no doubt about it: the majority of the crowd were there
to hear all Duran Duran's old stuff. And they obliged, although
for some unknown reason they failed to play The Reflex. Hey break
my heart fellas, why don't ya! But in the middle of the set they
played Ordinary World, which was pretty amazing.
I was the only person in my immediate vicinity that knew any
of the new Duran Duran stuff. Hmm.
At one point Simon Le Bon attempted the old "jump off the drum
riser" stunt, but let me tell you it ain't 1984 anymore! Nah, he
gets about alright for an old geezer.
It was raining as I emerged into the darkness.
Only came outside to watch the night fall with the rain...