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to duran or not to duran* 

[While cleaning my saved mails yesterday, chanced upon this one. It was written on Dec 5 to some of my colleagues, asking for opinions on whether I should make my way to Singapore for the concert. A bit of nostalgia. Nice. ]

Morning people,

My dilemma for this week, and I foresee this will continue till next week too...is whether I should Duran or not. (Gee...get a life Anjali!)

Short consultations with 3 close guy friends resulted in an earlier decision to not Duran, but to spend them durian instead as consultation fees.


"Please lah...Duran Duran??? You must be out of your stinking mind! Why wanna spend money on a bunch of hasbeens. The only fishing reason they're doin this concert is that they're broke and are sponging on idiotic retards like you to do some charity for them."

"Oh, lastly, a word of advice from me - please keep this news about you going to the Duran concert to yourself. There's no need to broadcast you're a hasbeen too."

"Have some dignity, Anjali...don't go!"

"Eh, I went to their concert lah back in uk. Simon can't sing live lah. No energy at all. Don't want to see u hurt yourself, babeh...Spend me some durian and I can show you a good time. Heh heh heh"

But then today, I visited the Moby website. And guess what? Moby went to see Duran! Moby, the great singer. Moby, who is definitely not a has-been. Moby, the one who won grammies. Moby, who is not a whale. Moby, aiya you get my drift lah.

So, shall i heed the advice from 3 lovable dirtbags, or should I listen to Moby?

People, help me out here. I need to keep my sanity to be able to continue my stay till January. Tolong lah adinda yang didamba kekeliruan...oh, inikah dunia? Terlalu keliru. Pusing dibuatnya...

Hey, what if I tell people I went to see Duran with Moby.
Err, maybe not.


And Ben replied:

Duran Duran it is. The Fab 5 of the 80s. The ensemble who pioneered the revolution of music videos and forever set the mark for musical and visual artistry. The Band that inspired millions of wannabes who wanted to dress, look and be like Duran Duran. They were the best, destined to grace the halls of legendary artistes like the Beatles, Rolling Stones and the phenomenal ABBA. So, why die without ever having seen them live? Will life be meaningless and unlived without ever witnessing one terrific Duran Duran concert. The answer is Yes. Surely Yes.

In my immortal words (hopefully) : Indignity is the suffering of one who is viewed as ignorant and lives insulated from elements that shaped the world.

How else is one a whole person if he has seen so little? If he has not seen Duran Duran, he forever falls short of a historical event that revolutionised music when time truly mattered. Now, that is truly pitiful. So what dignity does he really have? None. Absolutely None.

Duran on!

August 18, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 12:57 pm