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An Open Letter to Duran Duran

Dear Duran Duran--

It's not you, it's me.

Honestly, it is. This has nothing to do with my feelings about your career choices or your musical direction. It's true that Red Carpet Massacre isn't in my top five (my top five being Rio, Duran Duran (the debut iteration), Pop Trash, Medazzaland and Liberty, which I think says plenty about my relationship with you right there) but I've always felt that any time you put out an album that I wasn't 100% in love with, all I'd have to do was wait and you'd do something completely different by the next one.

I truly wish you the best in whatever you choose to do. I've simply decided that it is no longer my concern.

Yes, of course, I know in the grand scheme of things it never was. But in the smaller scale of things, I'd made it my concern. I circulated petitions and flyers back in the days of Liberty. I put up promotional posters when Duran Duran (the Wedding Album iteration) came out. I organized an assault on MTV's Total Request Live when Pop Trash came out. I phoned radio stations asking for each single. I wrote an angry letter to Entertainment Weekly when they spoke slightingly of the fanbase.

And I travelled from city to city as you toured, catching as many shows as I could possibly manage to see. In zebra stripe, no less.

I don't regret a moment of it. Understand that. I am very glad that I did what I did while I had the chance. But I'm also clear-eyed enough to remember that during that time in my life when I was having those wild adventures, I was also in therapy and taking antidepressants. The highs were blissful, but the lows weren't so hot.

I've been through some intense transitions in my life since that time. I won't detail them, except to say that I'm ultimately in a better place than I was all those years ago. I'm out of therapy, off of the antidepressants, living in a home that I own and working a job that sustains me. I'm in the process of rewriting my first proper novel and I'm striving towards several other goals, including that of getting my clothing shop in Second Life properly stocked up and turning a profit.

In short, I have things to devote my time and energy to that are more important to me than how your album is doing, whether or not Sony is going to drop you or when I'll get to see you again. I saw you play in Atlanta, and enjoyed the show immensely. I played the game of lets-wait-in-the-hotel-lobby after the show because my friends were there and I wanted to see them. But I've decided that the game is no longer worth playing. I've met you enough times, really, and there's not much more for me to say in a fleeting between-autographs moment.

Yeah, I know, it's not as if you'll really notice the difference. Warren was the only one who bothered to learn my name, anyway. But, like I said, this isn't about you, it's about me.

When I've become a hip and famous writer, do feel free to look me up and say hello. I'll be happy to talk to you as equals, but I'm no longer interested in chasing after you as your devotee.

Best wishes,



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May. 24th, 2008 02:52 pm (UTC)
Nicely done. I don't know if they will ever read it but I thought you put your thoughts in a nice flow here.

I know what both the group and the fan family meant to you and still means to you.

Now explain this second life venture?
May. 24th, 2008 02:53 pm (UTC)
::pats cushion on sofa next to me::

Here, baby. I've been waiting for you.
May. 24th, 2008 03:39 pm (UTC)
It's about time. :)


I will always, always, always cherish my memories of our mad adventures, but it's time for new ones.
May. 24th, 2008 07:52 pm (UTC)
awww! I feel like we are part of a sisterhood!
May. 25th, 2008 03:27 am (UTC)
Awww, I feel like I could have written this myself. *hug*
May. 27th, 2008 01:44 am (UTC)
That was a much sweeter letter than the many unpublished ones I wrote over the years. :) It's a whole 'nother world out here. They were actually playing here in LA recently and I *didn't even know*. And better yet, it didn't bother me that I didn't even know! Whoopie!

*hugs* And, yes. Warren probably still would call you by name if he saw you on the street. He's just cool like that.
Jun. 26th, 2008 07:22 am (UTC)
Well, you know I can relate. The last album I bought myself was The Wedding Album. Everything after that, including solo album stuff, was generously provided to me.

Without my dear Durantards / Chixen keeping me in the loop (sometimes against my better instincts), I would have lost touch with what the band was up to after The Wedding Album. As it was, the traveling and side trips with Chixen were often more fun than any Duran-related activities planned.

Heck, without Tiger List, I'd have lost interest after Liberty. I met the band for the first time, and it felt like "OK, cool, that was enough for me," but the Tigers were also hella fun.

Without a roommate in college who was crazy about them, I's have stopped at Seven. As it was, we both got sick, I drew funny cartoons, and we watched videos. It was fun.

And without my best friend in high school having a crush on either Nick or John (can't remember), I would have stopped after the first album (and a handful of 12" B-sides). The Version with To The Shore is what I bought in, what, 79 or 80?...and it is still my fave.

In truth, I've been more or less indifferent for years. It's the friends I made that mattered, and I always enjoy a good live concert.

I'm by nature a serial obsessive. By all rights, my interest in the band should have died shortly after Rio was released. I've learned not to indulge my obsessions too much financially now that I'm a big girl. After all, there will be something else occupying my mind and time sooner than later. Might as well not get stuck with a bunch of stuff collecting dust.

It's not that I stop liking the obsessions, I just run out of spare time to devote to them when I move on to something else. I don't stop having an interest in them, I just find a way to adapt that interest into the Big List Of Interests in my mind.

Sometimes when I run into old friends, they remind me of old interests I haven't thought about in years. I never regret or disown those interests, but it is rare that I am still as enthusiastic and up-to-date now as I was then.
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