Picture it: eastern North Carolina, 1988. I’m eleven years old and enjoying the local radio station’s Hot 9 at 9 as I thumb through my new copy of TigerBeat. My stuffed animals are carefully arranged on my bed as I lie down and look up at my glossy poster of Kirk Cameron.
And then…it happens. A song comes on the radio and in just 4 minutes and 23 seconds I am hooked for life. The song? “Please Don’t Go Girl” I soon learn that the band is a group of young boys from Boston: Jordan. Joe. Jonathan. Donnie. Danny. New Kids on the Block. It’s love at first listen!
My mother then made my entire childhood by taking me to see them in concert. Twice. Because I have the world’s best mother. She also let me call their 1-900 line three times. Word. (Check out Joe’s cordless phone–love it!)
But it was all over too quickly. The group broke up and went their separate ways. I won’t lie. There were some tears shed (even though by that time I was deep into grunge music). There were attempts to get them back together but it never materialized. I kept up with their individual careers. I adored Jordan’s solo albums. I squealed with excitement when Donnie appeared in The Sixth Sense. And then Jordan was on the Surreal Life and Joe was on Broadway. I loved seeing them but I dreamed of the day when my beloved boy band would reunite.
Fast forward twenty years to 2008. I’m a grown married woman with two children, a mortgage, a car payment and a full time job. And I hear a rumor: the Kids are getting back together. Really? Dare I believe it? I’ve been waiting TWENTY years to hear those words. Could it really be true?
And lo and behold, the boys–well, men–appear on The Today Show and announce a reunion tour! Life. Made.
So then Steph and I went to see them again in Richmond in 2009 for the Full Service tour. Our seats were absolutely amazing–about fifteen rows back. I took my oldest daughter (her first concert) and secretly my youngest daughter (who was a mere fetus in my womb).
Great seats, terrible camera!
A few years went by. The Kids tour with Backstreet Boys (and I sadly had to miss that show because: money). And then they announced The Package tour with 98 Degrees and Boyz II Men in 2013. I took my middle daughter.
Jordan–my favorite, always and forever.
Smiles for days.
It just gets better and better every time I see them. I know people don’t understand my obsession with these men. Unless you’re a Blockhead you probably just don’t get it. I’m just thankful for a husband who
understands tolerates it (and who hands over his car keys AND gives me $100 to spend on myself at the concert!) and doesn’t complain when I tell him I’m going to see them . . . again.