Crescendo

It was 8PM on a Wednesday night when my phone started to ring. We had just finished dinner and an episode of The 4400 and were settling in for the night. I missed the call but decided to dial back the unfamiliar number that showed up on the caller ID. It was my sister, who was celebrating her birthday that night. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I replied truthfully.

“Do you feel like seeing Duran Duran tonight at UNO?”

“Uh… yeah,” I replied. Twenty years ago, I really dug the band. I liked their sound and didn’t have the irrational aversion to them that I had to a lot of the flamboyant pretty boy bands at the time. They didn’t sound like anyone else and I loved that they had this little rock guitarist in Andy Taylor, inserting slabs of heavy distortion into their songs. I never got to see them live, though.

	DURAN DURAN July 13, 2005 - UNO Lakefront Arena New Orleans, LA story by Ritchie Champagne

“Let me tell you something about Duran Duran…”
It was 8PM on a Wednesday night when my phone started to ring. We had just finished dinner and an episode of The 4400 and were settling in for the night. I missed the call but decided to dial back the unfamiliar number that showed up on the caller ID. It was my sister, who was celebrating her birthday that night. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Nothing,” I replied truthfully. “Do you feel like seeing Duran Duran tonight at UNO?” “Uh… yeah,” I replied. Twenty years ago, I really dug the band. I liked their sound and didn’t have the irrational aversion to them that I had to a lot of the flamboyant pretty boy bands at the time. They didn’t sound like anyone else and I loved that they had this little rock guitarist in Andy Taylor, inserting slabs of heavy distortion into their songs. I never got to see them live, though.