this is my fourth time seeing them, the second time as the original 5. we were in the fifth row, and just like Psycho le Cemu in Orlando, and when my mother & I saw Duran Duran at the Tabernacle on the mini-tour, our seats were directly behind those who paid $500+ for supposedly VIP tickets. I say "supposedly" since all you get is a bag that you can get anywhere online if you look enough, a laminate, and a chance to meet the band. I find that different than the chance to meet Nine Inch Nails, since you don't have to pay $500 for it, just the regular ticket cost.
the opening band, Stimulator, wasn't terrible, but my mother hit it dead on when she said they looked like they all belonged on Dawson's Creek. amazingly, we found Wes a couple of rows behind us in the center-- WONDERFUL. we talked the entire intermission, and then after everything was over.
as for the actual performance-- I went in with no expectations, and came away a bit pleased, but not surprised. Simon didn't even know what state he was in ("hello, Virginia!"), but that's very Simon-y. John & Simon also wear very tight trousers. VERY tight. my eyes screamed. my point of view, having seen them before in various states of fame-- the only person who seemed to be really enjoying himself was John. Roger, Nick, & Andy had no expression... that's kind of typical, but to me it seemed they were bored. the only time Andy perked up was when his assigned roadie stuck a fresh cigarette into his face, & when he did his one or two short guitar solos. I've actually seen Nick laugh and smile (as much as he does) before, and he was so bleh. I know he doesn't want to sweat up his Armani suit, but really. his keyboard parts were distorted, which was a big letdown for me. (he did look amazing, sort of my vision of what heaven's population should look like, so that's okay.) Simon is just a ham, and so incredibly actor-y I never expect anything from him beyond that. I like to think John looked in my general direction and smiled, but he is so incredibly blind and definitely wasn't wearing his contacts. he is still the bass god.
and I am now able to pinpoint why I dislike the majority of this band's fan population-- they think everyone else, including people they call friends, to be competition in the great imaginary groupie race. I'm not including everyone, but the more vocal, drunken, catty ones who ruin it for people who just want to enjoy themselves are hideous ho bags who need to grow up from this 14 year old, high school jealously mentality. guess what? yes, I'm younger than you. I don't care. I don't want to have sex with any of them. a few of them could cook me dinner, but it ain't gonna happen. I have other things to fulfill me. this probably goes for every other semi-famous anyone I take an interest in. (I can hear Sheila laughing-- okay, exception being a certain undernourished drummer-- but even then, if I ever touched him I would probably just not stop laughing. I don't want to do anything.)
FRIENDS OF MINE
HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF
SOUND OF THUNDER
A VIEW TO A KILL
SAVE A PRAYER
GIRLS ON FILM
go ahead and tell me which song you see missing. *fist shake*
I know I made this sound like I had no fun when I really did. but still... girly sighs over the possibilities.
now I will de-funk & take a nap; the sun is tiring.
edit with photos (not mine): http://www.travelingmenagerie.com/duranpage/charlotte/ddcharlotte.htm