The Tenth One - The Academy, NYC 12 February, 1993 - Performance #2

At the beginning of the second encore, I went outside and joined Kim on line. We had to wait about another hour before they let us go in. Once we were in, Kim took my jacket from me.

“I’ll check this for you, now get up there!” and she pushed me toward the front of the stage.

“Aren’t you coming with me?”

“Nah, I’ll check the jackets and I’ll hang out by the bar. I don’t like crowds”

“Are you sure, you don’t mind?”

“No, now get up there before some bitch takes your spot!”

She laughed and pushed me forward. I laughed and then I ran. When I got up front there were only two people in front of me. One of the girls was named Brandi, and she never stopped talking. She drove me nuts.

“Oh my God, there she is!” 

“Who…who’s here?” I asked.

“John’s wife, that’s her…up there”

She pointed to Amanda DeCadenet in the balcony. Amanda was wearing a really pretty burgundy colored, ruffled shirt.

“Oooh, I like her shirt!” I said,

Brandi rolled her eyes at me.

“Oh, she thinks she’s so special. John has the same shirt in black. He’s wearing it tonight. She’s only wearing that shirt so everyone will know who she is”

“Well, wouldn’t you?” I asked her. She rolled her eyes again. This girl was being so petty and jealous, and she was really irritating me.

“And look how fat she is!”

I looked up at the pretty blonde lady in the balcony. She was not fat.

“Ok, now you’re just being ridiculous”

The Marquee

Simon and Warren

Yup, he was THAT close.

John and Nick

He was so close, I could smell the sweat on him. 

The Man who stole metallic leopard pants.

*LeSigh* I wish I could remember what he was saying.

ticket stub from performance #2

 That quieted her down for a little while, but sure enough about ten minutes later she started prattling on again. She babbled on and on about nothing I was really interested in. She told me all about this fanzine she had, and how dedicated she was to Duran Duran. It was her general attitude that bugged me. She acted like she was better than everyone else, and I had started to tune her out.

“Did you hear about Simon’s accident?”

That got my attention and I was finally interested in something she had to say.

“No! What happened?”

“Simon had a crash on his motorcycle, and he slid off his bike and into a telephone pole. His nuts were all swollen”

I shuddered at the thought of it.

“Yikes, that musta hurt”About ten minutes later Duran Duran came back on. For the rest of the night all I could think about was Simon’s swollen testicles. I couldn't help it. Also, because of where I was standing, his crotch was pretty much right in my face the whole night.

It was awesome.

The show was so cool. With the acoustic arrangements, and the strings that were added, even the older songs sounded new. ‘The Wedding Album’ had not been released yet, and when I first heard ‘Come Undone’ I actually got goose bumps. It sounded so great!

For ‘Save a Prayer’ Simon brought out a stool to sit on, and his legs were spread wide open, right in front of me.

It was awesome.

If only that *cursing* monitor wasn't in the way *LeSigh*

At the end of the show, I met up with Kim again, and we took the train back to Northport. By the time I pulled into Kim’s driveway, it was around four in the morning.

Duran Duran came back to New York that summer and played at Jones Beach, but I didn’t go. I wouldn’t see them again for six years, and by that time, everything was different.

Again.