"My Own Way," dog bites and motorcycles

My dad's been the lead guitarist in bands consistently since his teen years in the '60s. A few years back, he had a lead singer named Lee who was a very quiet individual outside of the band parameters. He was nice and he knew music (which wasn't bad for a lead singer). That October, my mom and I were attacked by a dog. It's a long story to tell, this dog bite story, and I think I'll leave it alone for the time being. However, we had plans prior to being attacked and, as the wounds were only on our hands and we really wanted to get out of the house, we kept up with most of our plans for the evening.

One of these aforementioned plans was to go and see my dad's band play at a bar on St. Pete beach. It was a nice, not too chilly day and we went, my sister, mom and I. We surprised the band members (who are always like family to us) and Daddy with the tale of the attack and presented them with our freshly bandaged hands. Everyone was shocked, of course, but we wanted them to continue and play to help us keep our minds off of the unfortunate incident, which they did quite well (as always; they are a really tight band). During one song, just to make me smile, Lee sang some off-kilter side lines from a Duran Duran song called "My Own Way," which is the second song on the "Rio" album. I was blown away and all smiles. No one else got it, but it made my day infinitely better.

The cool thing is that everyone in the band kinda laughed aside my absolute adoration for the music of Duran Duran...and yet Lee knew some strange little lines about streets that Simon LeBon sang in one very out-of-the-way song: "I'm on 45th between 6th & Broadway...between 6th & Broadway!" (Or something like that; it's kind of hard to understand what Monsieur LeBon's saying in those lines.)

I don't think I'll ever forget that little act, especially now that Lee has since been unable to continue as lead singer due to his having been in a terrible motorcycle accident that almost robbed him of his life a few years later. It was awful, but he almost didn't make it through the coma he was in. Of course, now we're just happy he's alive, but he is no longer the same person he once was and I most definitely don't think he'll ever remember those few lines he sang for me when I was having troubles of my own. I'll just have to remember on my end and be thankful.

...all because I was listening to the "Rio" album in the shower tonight.