Happy Birthday to #johntaylor of @duranduran!!! 🎂JT was my first big musician #crush back when I was in Jr High. I first saw his band play in #1984 while I was living in MA for a short stint. Back then I used to collect everything I could find on him and the band, and not only did I join their official fan club, but I created my fan club & #fanzine called #DuraniesUnite , which I kept working on even after I’d grown up a bit and got into my local LA & OC punk scene. 📝Saw them again in the early 90’s and had a blast. Decades passed and then I saw DD again in 2011 at a warmup show for Coachella, which was amazing and reinvigorated my #fandom . Saw them again in 2012 and THEN... my childhood dream finally came true and I met John at a #booksigning for his fab memoir #inthepleasuregroove . 😍 I recall, too, grown women sighing, “I didn’t know you could TOUCH HIM!?” after seeing me shake his hand over the table. Lol. I was stoked that the band posted a couple pix of us on their Facebook page. ❤️ I was going thru a rough patch atm so meeting my old idol was extra special, even if it was just for a moment at a busy pr event. JT had helped get me thru some rough times as a weird lonely kid, too. His bass playing is amazing and everything about him has always been so sexy. He’s the 🐐 #rockstar#80smusic#bassist#duranduran#heartthrob 👉🏼PS I drew that illustration of John on the cover of my #zine
(TW: suicidal thoughts, depressive themes) Today is the 58th birthday of one of my biggest childhood heroes, #johntaylor of #duranduran . I don't talk much about him these days, but he (and Duran) were really 'there' for me through some of the darkest days of my life (and are a big part of why I'm alive today, tbh) and for that he/they will always be seared deep in my heart.
Anyway, this has been my favorite pic of John for the longest time (since I was a teen in the late 80s). Maybe I've just always been drawn to the melancholy, isolation, or even introverted feel of it. Or even how it feels like a small piece of an interesting story lost to time in the cracks in the road beneath him. Either way, I honestly could just stare at it for ages, just ruminating on what it all means...and how it makes me feel (which is many things: interest, camaraderie, empathy, curiosity, etc etc)
And even now with the recent suicide of another hero of mine (Bourdain), after days of contemplating my own long flirtations with depression and death/suicide since I was just a young child, way back to when I held that knife to my chest at just 8 years old, wanting to die before I'd ever even lived, my thoughts are drawn back toward John and pictures like this and how even though I now know more of how he was fighting many demons of his *own*, he nevertheless -- albeit unknowingly -- still helped me fight against mine back when I needed him most. And I will always-always-always wish him the absolute best for that. *** (I didn't think my brewing battling-depression-in-my-life post was going to have a John Taylor/Duran Duran bent when it finally emerged, but the heart is a strange thing sometimes. Thanks to anyone who read any of that. It just sort of all came out unplanned.) #ramblingagain#andoversharing#runonsentencesofdoom#myhero#somuchgratitude#itshardtoputintowords#youjusthadtobethere#heartfamily#virginialiberatore#duranduranworld#duranie