In November, Duran Duran had been playing in concert on Broadway, until this Saturday when a Union Strike began, affecting most Broadway productions. With 3 remaining concerts canceled and in discussions to be moved to a different venue, this fortunately did not distrupt my concerts on November 3rd or 9th, nor did it interrupt my foaming at the mouth when I took a couple of days waiting in the cold to take some photos. If you'd like to read the full myspace blog of some of my pathetic fan encounters, you'd best just read a few of these Nick and Simon related excerpts-
When the group showed up early one night-"Literally, only a couple minutes passed, a car drove up and Simon Le Bon gets out of it. My friend may have had the camera, I can't say I remember, but I was interested in an autograph. Quite quickly he stood at the curb, yet opposite to where I was standing. Someone else asked him to look up to take his photo, he did so and then proceeded to enter walk closer to the front of the doors. Unfortunately, I wasn't loud enough to get his attention to stop, "Simon...er...Simon" then security escorted him inside. "Oh well...better luck next time," I thought. Before I could collect my thoughts to figure out how the hell I was going to tell my friend that she missed Simon entering,"About meeting Nick-My BS conversation was directed towards show complements. I wished him well for the evenings performance as he looked down to sign my program and placed the marker flat on the playbill and moved to the next assembly line patron. At this point he is still standing near me and I am doing a juggling act to sway the opened tip of the
marker way from rolling down into the autograph and quickly compose myself. As Nick wasn't speaking with the fan, I tried to think of some small talk.
Me: "I liked the electro set..."
Nick: "Yeah..there are a lot of good....-charlie browns teacher"
with not much else to say, i come up with this nugget...
*I like Showroom Dummies and...er(*thinks warm leatherette doesn't spit it out*)
Positively, I did manage to have this wacky Simon Le Bon encounter the next night amist 50,000 people squishing me into a metal baracade: "Simon shows up next in a long brown, coat and I'll I can remember is thinking I need to get my playbill signed, screw my camera. What feels like 30 pairs of hands next to me are stretched out waving stuff for Simon to sign and there were a couple playbills in the mix. I have my playbill stretched out and I'm struggling to get the cap off of it.
Me(In my paparatzi debut):"SimonSimon, sign my program, IN RED, IN RED"
I don't know what got over me, i wasn't yelling but being a pain in the ass...but he obliged instead of leaving as he was going to. (My friend Stacy made my day when she later told me she had gotten a photo of his back and Myself in the photo).
I think I thanked Simon and then I told him I "Loved Him" *Smacks Self again*""
Pop stars...is there anything they won't make me do to look stupid?
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