This weekend, I'm completely geeking out. I know this confession will come as a huge surprise to absolutely everyone no one. Friday: John Taylor So......Read More
By Request: My Duran Duran Photos
The other day, I told you about my Duran Duran problem. Today, I bring you photos from the momentous day when I met Mr. John Taylor.
It was sometime in the early ’90s in San Francisco. Dave and I waited for four hours in the blustery shadows of skyscrapers in downtown SF. I was reading a hard cover of Jaws by Peter Benchley while we waited—a word nerd to the last.
We finally FINALLY FINALLY got inside.
There’s Duran Duran!
I only had eyes for John Taylor. But I was too shy to actually look at him, so I smiled at Dave instead… totally missing the fact that John Taylor was looking. right. at. me.
I finally stopped being a chicken and dared to look at him. But then HE was looking at Dave.
Then he tickled my ear, and right before I died of happiness, I smiled at the camera.
It tickled a lot!
And that’s the story of when baby me met John Taylor: new romantic, bass player, pop star, and ear tickler extraordinaire.