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I waited for 25 years
or so to be front row, center at a concert—and,
lucky me, it was a Duran Duran concert. The date
was 11/30 and the venue was 4th and B in San Diego
where Duran Duran was wrapping their North American
78-03 tour. I had VIP tickets scored from being
part of the Duran Duran fan club. The floor “seats”
were actually general admission—so, I spent three
hours standing—but who cares when you’re seeing
a show of a lifetime. I was just to Simon’s left,
so my view of Nick was the best it could be (well,
maybe if I was actually standing on the stage in
front of his keyboards…). About half-way through
their set, I looked over at Nick and was surprised
to see him looking at me. A few seconds go by and
he smiles without looking away. I smile back. He
nods. I nod. In the middle of this awesome concert,
Nick and I connect as if no one else is in on the
secret. The concert went on and I enjoyed each person
tremendously. They were all so into the energy and
magic of their last show in the US. After their
second song of the encore (“Rio”), they came forward
on the stage for their bows. Nick reached down to
shake the hands of people around me. I just look
up almost lost in the hands of the people climbing
on my back to get to him. Then he stops, bends down
a little, looks me right in the eyes, puts his hand
up for a little finger wave, and mouths “good night”
to me. I finger wave back and say “thank you”. He
walks off stage and I’m smiling at the encounter.
I’m still smiling as I write this now. What a night
to remember! I may be 38 now, but for a brief moment
last night, I was filled with all the giddiness
and dreams of my youth when I first admired this
little band from Birmingham.
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