The 80's were like a bright pastel beacon of over indulgence. We wore too much make up, we used to much hair spray (sorry about that ozone guys!) and we couldn't layer enough clothing on our bodies at one time. No wonder the lycra micro-miniskirt came out of the 90's. We were over compensating. We were trying to cool off after all those leg warmers and over sized tee's.
I can't wait till the concert in March. I am kind'a obsessing about it. Fairly embarrassing for a 31 year old woman. I barely mention my love of all things Duran and big hair metal bands to others. People look at you like you are some kind of social pariah. They just can't believe it. Not until they see that big hair picture that is. Ahhhh, then it all starts to make sense.
Like they never thought John Taylor was so genetically pleasing that they would love to have their way with them. Please - even straight men were freaked out by how pretty he was. And he was pretty. Not in a feminine way mind you. Well, maybe a bit. When a fellow is that into his hair, make-up and fashion - it's a bit girlie. But put the boy in a suit, that square jaw, sexy crinkly eyes. It was all yummy.
Then the cocaine happened. Not even I could support them anymore. The crazy MTV concert in the red suit, where he was so wrecked he was nearly falling off the stage. Very, very sad. I was so disappointed. My boyfriend at the time (Now husband) felt sooooo entirely vindicated. He just looked at me so smugly, as if to say "That's what all the fuss is about?!". Ah John. After all I had endured sticking by you and the band. Bravely admitting my love for everything D2. Flogging request and request and poem and Limerick to the Radio station to gain airplay in my town. Befriending dirty, lecherous DJ's, just to get the favour of keeping the boys on the top 10 at 10, or 6 at 6.
Seriously. After the MTV incident - even I knew they were falling apart at the seams. I also knew that my beloved 80's had passed me by. Sniff.
So here we are, in the 2k's. The original band is back together. THE ORIGINAL BAND!!! They are fairly, so far as I can determine, sober. Straight enough to perform I believe. AND. I.AM.GOING.TO.THEIR.SHOW. YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
I AM SOOOOO VERY EXCITED!!!
You don't understand what this means to me. They came once when I was 15 or so. Back then they had this nasty habit of playing Edmonton and never coming to Calgary. I begged my Mom to let me travel to Edmonton with my girlfriend on the Greyhound. I outlined an itinery, I gathered prices and a plan for funds. We would go to the concert and take the bus back home to our city at midnight. It would all be good. I could be trusted. After all I was raising her and my brother and sister. But no. She would not budge. After all the crap she got up to, and I don't mean as a teenager either. She stood firm. I must have been too enthusiastic. She must have known that there really would have been no stopping me if I got there. I was obsessed, and pretty used to getting my way with everyone. Never one to take no for an answer. Determined. I didn't tell her, but I was going to do whatever it took to meet the band. I didn't have to tell her. She had heard the rantings and a myriad of perverse things come out of me. It just wasn't going to happen, no matter of pristine behaviour on my behalf could make it happen. And I didn't have the internet back then. Had I, I would have sent email after email demanding they come to my city.
But man did I mope over it. and I believed until the saddest day of my life (the day of the concert) that some miracle was going to happen. I kept insisting that they were going to surprise me. Ugh, believe me, I was a complete pain in the ass about it. Nothing like a hormonal teenage girl to drive you completely batty. I promised my first born, but it didn't work. Nothing worked.
Now, I finally have my chance.
I'm so going. And I called Mom. I told her she can't stop me. I was adamant. This time - it's all going down.
I am so pumped that I'm going to buy the Tee, the hat, the bandanna, the keychain, the waterbottle, the mousepad, the earrings, the jacket, the thong, the coffee cup and even the apron if they have it. If it's not nailed down, I'm buying it. After all, you don't get many chances to have an do-over on your teenage days. And bonus - this time round I can drink too!
Hahaha. Like that would have stopped the Tequila Queen at 15. I think NOT.
And the only person I had to promise to sleep with for the experience is Big J. >^..^<
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