New Kids on the Block.
Yes, I stand before you now, twenty long, long years later, and I proudly announce, that I was a full-fledged, die-hard fan. Yes, I was one of those screaming, tears-streaming-down-her-face, crazy girls at the concerts. Yes, I had a favorite, and my best friend had a favorite. (Mine was Donnie, hers was Joey- resident bad boy vs. quintessential boy-next-door.) Yes, I collected everything I could find about them- tapes, teen magazine articles, pictures, clothing, vhs recordings of their tv appearances. (All of these things sit somewhere in my parents' basement still to this day.) I was in one of the first official boy-band-flocks-of-sheep. I ate, slept, dreamt nothing but NKOTB. (Ah, even typing the acronym brings back memories...)
I apparently have been living under a rock in the past week in terms of mindless entertainment media, because it wasn't until lovely hubby showed me an excerpt in a People Magazine in the doctor's office yesterday that I found out...
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NKOTB are making a comeback.
Yup, you heard me right. New Kids on the Block are reuniting. They must have missed each other so. The time must be right for them to come together again to create new and fresh music. Or, they have very smart agents who realize that their original core group of fans has reached official adulthood (i.e. their 30's), are feeling nostalgic about their childhoods, have children of their own, and have some money to spend. Ah, smart guys.
Either way, I am actually excited. Their newly launched website is designed to get that old fan's heart pumping and the memories flooding back as they show footage of old shows and clips of media coverage announcing their reunion. If only the big kid were born a girl, I might actually have found myself in a year or so standing at a NKOTB concert with my own child at my side. Wow, that thought simultaneously thrills and terrifies me. Equal parts amazement and disgust. The logical part of me can't help but acknowledge the cheap business ploy this all can be construed as, but the inner-12-year-old is saying, "Shut-up, dude! Donnie could still be considered kinda cute!"
Will I be purchasing their new release? Strong probably.
Will I go to any shows if/when they announce a new tour? Nah.
Do I still, to this day remember Donnie Wahlberg's birthday? Yes, August 17, 1969.
Is that sorta pitiful? Absolutely.
Could any of that stuff gathering dust in my parents' basement be worth anything? That would be fantastic!
Am I honestly excited at the opportunity to recapture just a taste of my adolescent experience? You betcha.
Grab your bag and come along with me, this is going to be a fun stroll.
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note: I got all excited for naught. I apparently had four 'drafts' in my account, so this is in fact only my 96th official post. But, changing the title of the post didn't seem like the right thing to do. So, I'll just ashamedly announce my inattention to detail in this little italicized note. I guess I have three more posts to come up with something as monumental as this... what are the odds that I could lose 50 pounds in three posts worth of time? :)
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