Dead skunks stink less than that post.
Why? I was trying too hard, man. I was thinking too much of my audience and not enough about what I wanted to say. I was thinking, oh, let me write something warm and meaningful and full of sentiment, something dripping w/ pathos that will move my readers. Let me write something good.
I was trying to justify using this space as the forum to write about what was in essence a kick-ass concert. Because I did have something to say. I should have just come out and said it. If I could, I would do it completely different. For example, in an email to a friend this morning, I wrote this: I feel like I've been up all night partying, and in a sense I was, just w/out all the bad stuff. High on love, as they say. If you want to go to a concert to see the best musicians and the best music performed to perfection, go see Brian Wilson perform Smile of Pet Sounds. If you want to have *fun* however, go see Duran Duran. This is not to say that Duran lacks musicianship or good music. Brian Wilson is to be appreciated by sitting back and entering the musical experience. Duran Duran is to be experienced by getting on your feet, dancing, singing, screaming, the whole nine yards. I don't know how anyone can sit through a Duran Duran concert and not move.
Better, yes? I wasn't thinking about which words to choose, etc. It was just conversation. It was honest. Not that last night's post wasn't honest. It was a forced honesty, though.
Incidentally, if you want to read a good blog, go to http://www.duranduran.com/main.html and read the band blogs. It's really fascinating to see the daily life of a pop star-musician who's been around as long as they have, writing about performing in places I could only dream of visiting: Jakarta, Korea, Hong Kong, Costa Rica, etc. They're very detailed (good writers, those guys...) and fun, and fandom really is a phenomena when you have such a one-sided intimacy w/ someone who doesn't know you exist. I mean, there I was waving my hands in the air all night last night, and it occurred to me that I was waving to them. A kind of "hey, I'm back here!" so that they can squint and go, "is that Elisa back there? Wasn't she in New York last time?"
My point being that sometimes ignoring your audience produces better writing. If you want to read an excellent article about this, go to JSTOR (or Google Scholar, maybe) and find Peter Elbow's "Closing My Eyes as I Speak: An Argument for Ignoring Audience" (hence my cribbed title).
In the meantime, I'm going to go to my other blog, the secret one, and write a blog entry about the concert that would make John Taylor proud. If only.