Duran Duran

Last night I attended the sold-out Duran Duran show in Louisville with my DD-fanatic friend, Kim. (And a big thanks to her dad for getting us such awesome seats) I was 7 years old way back in 1982 when Hungry Like the Wolf and Rio dominated the airwaves and MTV. I was mesmerized by the videos; of these beautiful men gallivanting across the screen. I was drawn to John Taylor, the model-perfect bassist, and I was surprised last night how much his bass licks were ground into my memory. I have vivid memories of heading out to Cave Run Lake in the huge station wagon we had with The Reflex on the radio on a hot summer day. I'll never forget the video of Wild Boys or my 45 of the song with all of them posing just so on the sleeve (which I still have). John had the looks, Simon had the swagger, and Nick was mysterious under his blond hair and eyeliner. Over 20 years later, John still has the looks, even in a kilt, Simon hasn't lost his swagger, and Nick is still mysterious. They've aged remarkably well for men in their 40's; still hot, still fit, and still melting the hearts of girls who are now in their 30's and 40's.

They played all the hits and the much-loved gems that didn't make it to the airwaves. They played some new songs off their latest album, Astronaut, and they were as funky and fun as those released 20 years ago. It was a great night, and even though I'm having vocal troubles at times today, and am dead tired, it was all worth it. Their songs took me through my childhood, and I'll always smile when I hear them.