Despite my reluctance to get out in the world, on certain occasions I am dragged out for one reason or the other and last night was one of those nights. If I had it my way, I would never go to any other concert than Duran Duran, but there are specific instances when I'll make an exception. As a birthday present to my mother, my sister got us tickets to see my mother's "Duran Duran"...Barry Manilow. I'm not embarrassed to say that this isn't the first time I've seen Barry (for the sake of my mother) but, if I'm really honest, I really don't mind seeing him either because he does put on a good show and it really is the music of my childhood. There comes a time in everyone's life when they discover that, not only is their parents music not as sucky as they once thought, but that some of it is really good.
I didn't take a camera, I just had my phone, so the pictures are crappy (because Barry does love his spotlights), but here are a few highlights and yes, we were THAT frickin close...I could have done without that because the first two rows comes with a certain caliber of fan that is just plain scary:
Overall, it was still a great night, but I couldn't help thinking through the entire show how I'd KILL to be that close to Duran! This is as close as I've ever gotten to MY boys: