I’m just a little excited that on Monday night, after 30 years of waiting, I am finally going to see Duran Duran in concert.  Whilst the days of believing I was going to marry John Taylor are long behind me, and my taste for pop has waned, my love for this band’s music is still strong.  I often wonder why this should be, and I don’t mean to single out Duran Duran.  They were my band, but it could be anything from one’s teen years, from a movie to a recipe your nan cooked up, to a place you went on holiday.

Is it a harking back to the days when life was all about 3 week crushes and what colour mascara to put on with your snow-washed jeans – the simple things?  Or something more profound?  Something that buries itself deep within your developing psyche and refuses to budge no matter how many grey hairs you have to cover later in life.  Does the thing that still moves you from your teen years take you to a safer place, a happier state?

The lyrics to many Duran Duran songs are slightly out there and that may be the big appeal to me –  as a writer now, I understand the appeal of a deep and meaningful string of words.  And maybe that explains why I still love to listen to their albums, especially the ones from the 1980s. It’s not just to embarrass my kids by singing the words (out of tune of course) whilst plugged into my iPod.  The words take me back to my youth, to the time before I had grown into myself, to the time when I found expressing my feelings exceptionally difficult (as do most teens).  I could bury myself in the music and think, yes, that’s it exactly!

So thanks to Simon Le Bon and the boys my journey from teen to adult passed pretty smoothly and on Monday I’ll finally be able to shout their words out at the top of my voice as life turns full circle!