I’ve mentioned several times here that Duran Duran is my favorite band of all time. A couple of years ago, I saw them in concert for the first time ever. It was better than I could have imagined. My friend Amy and I had third-row seats on John Taylor’s side of the stage, the band was awesome, etc.
But it wasn’t enough. We wanted to go again! So when more concert dates were announced and one was within four hours’ driving distance, Amy and I decided to take a road trip. We got third-row seats again (!) on John Taylor’s side of the stage.
The concert was set for August 28 (the day after my birthday), and we got the tickets in April. So we four fun months to plan and anticipate our road trip.
Then … horrors! A few days before the concert, keyboardist Nick Rhodes got sick. First one concert was canceled, then another. At 10 p.m. on my birthday, I read the Facebook message saying that our concert was canceled. I was heartbroken. I cried. Dare I say it – I was disappointed. I posted as much on Facebook and Twitter, even using the word “disappointed … “
… and was scolded by other fans! It wasn’t Nick’s fault, they said, and his health should come first. People had no right to say they were disappointed.
Well, duh. Of course the band’s health comes first. I wasn’t angry that the concerts were canceled. Obviously I wanted Nick to get better. But I was hideously disappointed that the concert was canceled. Not angry – just disappointed.
Anyone else find that – the idea that one can’t be disappointed without being angry – rather absurd?