Reliving My College Days
Apparently I agreed to go to a Duran Duran concert with Matt. He tells me I agreed because Chic would be opening and I wanted to see them. I have no recollection of this conversation but there I was at this concert.
A Duran Duran concert crowd is made up mostly of Gen Xers, which I am perplexed to report are now middle-aged and sharing in the nostalgia tour phenomenon with the rest of us geezers. I remember Duran Duran from the beginning of MTV but after the first two songs I lost interest in them and, frankly, in MTV. This meant that I was not familiar with any of the music. Watching people go crazy for songs that you don’t know is kind of weird.
But I did know Chic because they were part of my college youth. When “The Freak” came out, we danced in freak lines, boy-girl-boy-girl rubbing up against each other. The young boys loved it, of course, and we thought it was great fun to tease them with a lewd dance. Television crews taped the lines of dancing, drinking teens and the reporters opined about how it was the end of Western civilization as we know it. If only they could see the future and the even worse lewd dancing that goes on today. Maybe there has always been lewd dancing and the times when it did not exist, I am talking to you Victorian Era, was an anomaly.
But I digress. So there is Niles Rodgers, the only living member of Chic, going through his hits. We Are Family, Good Times, Freak Out, Let’s Dance, honestly, the list goes on and on. He has written dozens of hits. The man has got to have a very large fortune. Just the Pittsburgh Pirates playing “We Are Family” must keep him in a pretty mansion. So that was all very enjoyable.
Then Duran Duran came on. I knew three songs and that was it. Not a memory came to mind but Matt loved it so I guess that is something. Sometimes spouses have to do things like that, indulge a loved one.