I have a confession to make. I love getting free stuff. Specifically, I am a sucker for free tickets. Cinema previews, BBC audiences, and, in particular, music concerts.
So, imagine my glee when I get an email alert last Thursday for gig tickets for the weekend. A chance to let down my hair after a pretty tough week at work, and spend some quality time with my daughter in one foul swoop – result!
OK, initial excitement over, now who are the tickets for?
Who on earth are they? Reading further down I found my answer
New Kids On The Block, and the Backstreet Boys
Now I know I said I like free stuff but I do have my standards. Did I really want to spend an evening of my life listening to 80′s/90′s boy-band pop? I thought about it for all of about, oh, two seconds. The answer of course was a resounding yes. It was free, and it was music.
Confession #2, I actually used to really like the Backstreet Boys. Wasn’t a super-fan or anything, no posters on my wall. In fact I didn’t and still don’t know their names and I’m not exactly sure which of the original five members wasn’t in the foursome performing in the comeback concert. But, undoubtedly they have recorded some great, pop, love songs and they sing pretty well.
With 4 tickets in my possession, I just needed to find 2 other people crazy enough to want to see middle-aged men prance around the stage singing a cheese-fest of 20-year old hits.
With less than 24 hours notice, this was actually easier than I thought it would be. My old gig-going comrades didn’t need to be asked twice. We spent the evening reminiscing about some of the concerts we had seen there way back – Justin Timberlake, Christina Aguilera, Destinys Child, Beyonce, to name but a few.
The evening was much fun. Seats weren’t too bad and the show was actually very good. Better still was the atmosphere. No one knows how to have a good time like those of us who are old enough to remember NKOTBSB the first time round, which was 25 and 19 yrs ago respectively. Really? That long ago! There’s something very interesting about the changing lifestyles of us thirty, forty, fifty, sixty+ women, which affords retired boy-banders a second chance at fame and fortune. And I for one am all in favour.
Highlight of the night for me, apart from singing ‘I want it that Way’ at the top of my voice, was the moment when 4 ladies were invited onto the stage to be serenaded. One of the lucky ladies had a small toddler with her, who promptly started to cry as soon as the band started singing. The irony was that the serenade song was “I’ll never break your heart, I’ll never make you cry!”