Post by ©DURANMANIA Board Team on Oct 23, 2004 5:37:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Duran as in DURABLE... [/glow]
by © 2004 The Washington Post Company
Duran as in Durable... With 'Astronaut,' the '80s Band Recharges!
By Sean Daly
Washington Post Staff Writer
Saturday, October 23, 2004; Page C01
Duran Duran.....in 1984.......and in 2004
They screamed and giggled and patted their chests in oh-my swoons: as if those posters of Duran Duran still brightened their bedroom walls, as if their dreams of marrying Simon or Nick or Roger or Andy or John (especially you, John) had never been broken, as if they weren't now in their thirties and the Fab Five weren't in their forties and life hadn't gotten so complicated since "Hungry Like the Wolf" first hit the airwaves.
The five original members of Duran Duran -- the definitive '80s band, the too-cool dandies of the MTV revolution -- are back together for the first time in two decades, and that, apparently, is something to shout about. Five hundred fans were lucky enough to score passes to the band's album signing at the Virgin Megastore in Times Square this month. But more, many more than 500 showed up to sneak a peek at the pop princes and to try to put a dent in the space-time continuum.
Tickets went on sale at 9 on the morning of the appearance; they were gone just a few minutes later. A line snaked around a city block and through the store, giddy women dressed to thrill in tight skirts and shirts, plus a few awkward men (sigh: still awkward after all these years) clutching fan magazines.
Even television crews and photographers pushed and shoved for a sweet spot in front of a table on the store's basement floor where the British quintet would sign copies of its reliably slick new disc, "Astronaut," the first studio album recorded all-together-now since 1983's "Seven and the Ragged Tiger."
"This is bigger than the Beatles," one photog said after catching an elbow in the gut.
Well, not quite. But still, who expected this rabid turnout for a band that did its best work in the Reagan years? Whose youthful beauty was just as important as its danceable pop? Who, at the very height of fame, gradually disbanded into various fragments because of squabbling and ego-tripping and major fame overload?
Well, maybe Louis and Maria Montalvo expected this. The 33-year-old New Yorkers met in Mexico 12 years ago and courted over Duran Duran. Out of loyalty, they were here at 6 a.m. to get passes for the 6 p.m. event.
"I'll be nervous when I meet them," said Louis, clutching a copy of the 1984 live album "Arena."
"I'm already nervous," said Maria, clutching the couple's sleeping 3-year-old daughter, Arcadia, who was named after a Duran Duran offshoot featuring Simon LeBon, Nick Rhodes and Roger Taylor.
("Better than calling your kid Power Station, I suppose," Andy Taylor will laugh the next day, referring to the band he and John Taylor formed with Robert Palmer in '85, when Duran Duran claimed it was just taking "a break.")
Behind a black curtain, in a VIP area, the band was incredibly calm and still incredibly gorgeous (if a tad thicker, wrinklier). Tall, roguish lead singer LeBon, 45, crunched on crudites. Keyboardist Rhodes, 42, was getting an extra ring of eyeliner around his fantastic peepers. Rugged drummer Roger Taylor, 44, and smart-aleck guitarist Andy Taylor, 43 -- the only members whose hair wasn't unfailingly frosted -- were having a laugh. And bassist John Taylor, 44, was being told how devastatingly hot he was. (As any Duran fan will gladly tell you, none of the Taylors are related.)
"Nah, it's not the looks that's important," John replied with a smirk. "It's what's inside."
by © 2004 The Washington Post Company
Duran as in Durable... With 'Astronaut,' the '80s Band Recharges!
By Sean Daly
Washington Post Staff Writer
Saturday, October 23, 2004; Page C01
Duran Duran.....in 1984.......and in 2004
They screamed and giggled and patted their chests in oh-my swoons: as if those posters of Duran Duran still brightened their bedroom walls, as if their dreams of marrying Simon or Nick or Roger or Andy or John (especially you, John) had never been broken, as if they weren't now in their thirties and the Fab Five weren't in their forties and life hadn't gotten so complicated since "Hungry Like the Wolf" first hit the airwaves.
The five original members of Duran Duran -- the definitive '80s band, the too-cool dandies of the MTV revolution -- are back together for the first time in two decades, and that, apparently, is something to shout about. Five hundred fans were lucky enough to score passes to the band's album signing at the Virgin Megastore in Times Square this month. But more, many more than 500 showed up to sneak a peek at the pop princes and to try to put a dent in the space-time continuum.
Tickets went on sale at 9 on the morning of the appearance; they were gone just a few minutes later. A line snaked around a city block and through the store, giddy women dressed to thrill in tight skirts and shirts, plus a few awkward men (sigh: still awkward after all these years) clutching fan magazines.
Even television crews and photographers pushed and shoved for a sweet spot in front of a table on the store's basement floor where the British quintet would sign copies of its reliably slick new disc, "Astronaut," the first studio album recorded all-together-now since 1983's "Seven and the Ragged Tiger."
"This is bigger than the Beatles," one photog said after catching an elbow in the gut.
Well, not quite. But still, who expected this rabid turnout for a band that did its best work in the Reagan years? Whose youthful beauty was just as important as its danceable pop? Who, at the very height of fame, gradually disbanded into various fragments because of squabbling and ego-tripping and major fame overload?
Well, maybe Louis and Maria Montalvo expected this. The 33-year-old New Yorkers met in Mexico 12 years ago and courted over Duran Duran. Out of loyalty, they were here at 6 a.m. to get passes for the 6 p.m. event.
"I'll be nervous when I meet them," said Louis, clutching a copy of the 1984 live album "Arena."
"I'm already nervous," said Maria, clutching the couple's sleeping 3-year-old daughter, Arcadia, who was named after a Duran Duran offshoot featuring Simon LeBon, Nick Rhodes and Roger Taylor.
("Better than calling your kid Power Station, I suppose," Andy Taylor will laugh the next day, referring to the band he and John Taylor formed with Robert Palmer in '85, when Duran Duran claimed it was just taking "a break.")
Behind a black curtain, in a VIP area, the band was incredibly calm and still incredibly gorgeous (if a tad thicker, wrinklier). Tall, roguish lead singer LeBon, 45, crunched on crudites. Keyboardist Rhodes, 42, was getting an extra ring of eyeliner around his fantastic peepers. Rugged drummer Roger Taylor, 44, and smart-aleck guitarist Andy Taylor, 43 -- the only members whose hair wasn't unfailingly frosted -- were having a laugh. And bassist John Taylor, 44, was being told how devastatingly hot he was. (As any Duran fan will gladly tell you, none of the Taylors are related.)
"Nah, it's not the looks that's important," John replied with a smirk. "It's what's inside."