I am too lazy today for anything more than a bit of simple Duran Duran worship.
How about bowing down to my first ever Duran Duran T-shirt, now a holy relic among my memorabilia? There are age spots of all kinds on this thing, kinda like an old woman who spent too much of her time in the sun.
But I don't care! I also don't care that it had those ugly sports jersey sleeves that were so popular during the late 70s and early 80s. I just remember the awesome feeling I had when I bought that sucker while in middle school at the mall T-Shirt shop in, I think, 1983.
I can't believe I don't yet have it enclosed in a fancy 80's themed reliquary so it can recieve its appropriate worship. Maybe then one day someone, some archaeologist or something, in the future will dig it up and learn all about the culture, ideas, folkways, and eyeliner use of OUR era - the eighties!
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Aqua eyeliner, naturally!
We had a DD obsessed friend in middle school. She covered every available inch of her binder (not the trapper keeper, although those were kick-ass) with DD pictures, stickers, Teen Beat articles...it was smothered in Duran Duran. Not that it's such a bad thing, though!
I was even worse than that. I practiced WRITING like Nick Rhodes. I learned to fake his autograph and actually adopted his strange writing style in my schoolwork.
My notebooks had fake autographs of all the D2 members. That's when it was the worst for me as well, middle school. 82-83-early 84, somewhere in there. By the time I started high school I got a REAL boyfriend in my freshman year, and that was the beginning of a slow growth away from D2 - and although he did not look like John or Nick, my boyfriend did let me put eyeliner on him and take his picture once (poor thing, he really liked me!).
Hey, karen, in my blog last month about the first hour of MTV, there is a memorable Trapper Keeper commercial in there - I know you'll remember it.
OOh!I was in love with Simon!I listened for a whole year only the Arena album!And in a interview Simon said (or at list the translator..)that he had a "lucky" spider in his room..and me,who use to hate them..started to like them!It's incredible how teenager can be so easily impressed!
A group of my Duranie friends went to a hotel we knew they stayed in (for a concert). We then found the floor that they stayed in (they were already gone) and peeked in the rooms and then found the vending machines on the floor and touched every knob on the machine, just in case the D2 boys got the munchies and touched the same knobs. I'm not sure how long it was until we washed our hands.
Well, 80squeen, just wait - pretty soon I'll blog about how I kissed a friend's hand that had been burned by Nick's cigarette and then not been washed. So I could have had some of Nick's DNA on me. I beat you!
You know I did actually shake Nick's hand after a concert about 8 or 9 years ago (when did they play in New Orleans for the Electric Barbarella tour??) - did I ever tell you that??
You can't one up me, sister, even if you ARE the 80squeen ;-)
Oh, and I can't leave out the actual Nick autograph (a real one) gotten by aforementioned burned friend that I now still own. So definitely some DNA transfer happened there ;-)
That's just a teaser, one day when I'm feeling really duranish I'll tell these 'incredible' tales ;-)
I was DD obsessed in the 7th-9th grades. I made my own "I love JT" pins, cut out every occurrence of his name and photo in Tiger Beat. About 6 years ago, when I saw they were headlining at Great America, I grabbed my 80s friends and went to make Simon's day. Not exactly the same hysteria as when we were teens, but good memories :-)
oh my, capitolagirl, when i finally saw them in concert as an adult, it was like I was a kid all over again, it all came back - and right in front of my husband!
Oh, fellow duranies! Yes, they were my obsession for quite a while. I'm glad to see I'm not alone!
Hi!
I found you through Mom Bloggers Club.
Well, I've made it to the end of the first page here.
Great blog!!! So much fun!
~Ann
http://annagain66.blogspot.com/
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