Duran Duran

My guitar was purple, green, black, and pink. I can’t remember what Sarah’s looked like, but both our guitars were made out of pieces of scrap wood we nailed together, with Crayola designs. We’d flip our heads upside down, spray as much aqua net on our hair as possible, then blow dry. The microphone was my bedpost and the audience was Cabbage Patch Kids, my band posters, and our reflections in the mirror. We’d start off with “Rio” (of course), followed by “Save a Prayer”, “Girls on Film,” and finally “Hungry Like the Wolf.” We rocked. Everyone who grew up during the ‘80s has a Duran Duran memory. Some may be a little too vivid—like getting kicked out of Merriweather Post Pavilion for scaling a wall and grabbing Simon’s package while he was in that weird harness thing hanging over the crowd. Get ready to belt out “Do do do do do do,” because the boys are back. Oh and yes, Simon and Nick are still foxy. WaMu Theater, 800 Occidental Ave. S., 628-0888, www.wamutheater.com. $50-$80. 8 p.m. ‘LIL SCOOP

Wed., April 30, 8 p.m., 2008

 
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