My obsessive fascination is in your imagination
Last night Jodi and I found ourselves at an Indian casino in San Diego. Let me say this - we were the only ones under 60. Who didn't have walkers. Or require oxygen. You know the demographic is different when the public restrooms have syringe depositories on the wall.
Also - the smoking. Wow. It was hard to believe we were in California. Jodi pointed out that you can smoke as much you want because there were no rules on an Indian reservation. I asked her if we should kill a man but instead we just ate casino club sandwiches.
But why were we there? To see Duran Duran of course. Duran Duran were the pioneers of visualizing music+videos. Love them or hate them, they made videos more like filmmaking, paving the way for the medium as it is today. And they were pretty easy on the eyes. I remember watching their videos before MTV became a staple in everyone's homes. Yikes.
I have to say, it was a great show. And thankfully the audience was in their 30s - I guess the octogenarians decided they were better off with slots and insulin. The highlight when they changed and did a whole set of electronica versions of their more obscure songs, even doing a short cover version of "Warm Leatherette." Talk about obscure. Synth and keyboards, oh how I love thee.
The downside - the show was OUTSIDE. And let me tell you, freezing cold weather was an understatement. It was horrible. I couldn't feel my toes. Not to mention that we were deep in the San Diego countryside and wow was the cow stench intense. This is why I live in the city.
It was a pretty fantastic show. They played LOTS of old school songs, which is always what you want to hear as a fan. John Taylor's parting words? "I hope no one gets influenza, g'nite." Truer words were never spoken, John Taylor.