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I Still (Heart) NKOTB

Here is my long overdue report on the NKOTB concert last Wednesday. I wanted to wait until I had ample time to do the post justice. Let me start by saying that the boys did not disappoint.  I was disappointed, however, when I got to the Bradley Center and noticed signs on the door that small cameras would be allowed inside. I did not bring my camera, as the “no camera” policy was clearly stated on the ticket. Trust me, this post would have been amazing if you were able to view photographic evidence of some of the things that I saw.

Since I reluctantly got rid of all my NKOTB paraphernalia several years back, I was unable to bust out my 1991 concert t-shirt or any of my buttons. For many women at the concert, this was not the case. There was something oddly hilarious but slightly desperate about 30-year-old women walking around in a t-shirt that fit them when they were twelve, with 14-year-old Joey McIntyre plastered on the front staring longingly with his baby blues.

Then there were the groups of women that actually had t-shirts designed and printed for the occasion. They had slogans like “NKOTB 4-Ev-R” and “Boston Babes.” These women went all out and were ready to re-live the glorious moments of the past.

But t-shirts were just the beginning. I couldn’t believe some of the stuff that people actually saved. Of course there were a lot of buttons, both the small one-inch and the jumbo six-inch variety. I saw one group that had brought their NKOTB dolls. Think Mattel dolls, like a barbie doll. I felt a pang of jealousy, as I never had the dolls as a child.

Then there were the girls that just flat-out dressed 80’s style. Neon tights, crimped hair, scrunchies, mini skirts. These girls were really having fun with it. Like I said, had I brought my camera, it would have been awesome.

We found our seats and I could tell that my poor husband was already in for more than he bargained for. He would say in the end that the whole experience was so much worse than he ever could have imagined. So I will say it here, he was a trooper and I still owe him big. There were 2 opening acts, the first of which I could have done completely without. The main opening act was Natasha Bettingfield, and once she started, I realized that I vaguely knew a few of her songs. She put on a decent performance, but everyone was anxious to get on with it.

Soon after that, it was time. The stage was set up with a huge monitor in the background. Words started to appear, and it said something like “15 Years Ago, they left the stage…Now the BLOCK is back!” Then five figures were slowly lifted on a platform to the top of the stage and the Bradly Center lost its mind. Women my age screaming like they were ten, in an instant transported back to their childhood, where all that mattered was one day marrying Donny or having Jordan sing only to you.

They performed all of their old hits along with some new songs (which I could have done without). They did their signature synchronized dance moves. Jordan even did the famous open white shirt blowing in the wind machine as he sang, exactly as he had done on this very stage 17 years ago.

I think that is what was so great about the whole thing. Seeing them perform last week, I realized that they are not amazing singers, and certainly not amazing dancers. But they are good performers and they know how to please their audience. The ladies were there for a night out with their girlfriends, an evening to cut loose and remember the good old days. I would be lying if I said I didn’t get into some of the songs. I sang along and I even screamed. I couldn’t help it, I am a sucker for nostalgia.



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Flashback to November 11, 1991

I was newly 11 years old. My friend Kelly and I had been preparing for this moment for weeks. We made poster-board signs that read “I HEART Donny” and “I HEART Jordan” in big Crayola letters. We did our hair and put on our jean jackets. Mine was completely covered in buttons. It was the coolest. I wish I could share a picture of this, but I don’t even know where to dig one up.

We got in the car and my dad drove us to the Bradley Center. We found our nosebleed seats amidst a sea of giddy pre-teens. We could hardly contain ourselves. My dad put in his earplugs and the concert started. The screaming was deafening. NKOTB took the stage and we lost it. We held our signs high, proclaiming our love for Jordan, Joey,  Donny,  Danny,  and Jon.

At one point during the concert Donny sat on the edge of the stage as he was singing, and he pointed towards the upper deck. I was forever convinced that he saw my sign and was pointing directly to me (in nearly the very last row). We had a connection, of that I was sure. It was the best night of my little 11-year-old life.

So 17 years later it comes full circle. I came home last night from the So You Think You Can Dance Live Tour (a whole different story not really worth talking about) to find that my husband had scored free tickets for  the NKOTB concert tonight. Because he loves me, he will also accompany me to the show. (How many of you ladies can say your husband would do that?) I would be lying if I said I wasn’t totally excited. If only I had saved my 1991 concert tour t-shirt, you bet your ass I would be sporting it tonight. Stay tuned for my full review tomorrow. Right now I need to go find my jean jacket and tease my bangs.

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