On this Valentines Day, I would like to pay tribute to a band that shaped my Tween and Teen years....
So Maybe I’m really lame, but every time I hear a backstreet boy song (like now) I get an odd retarded smile that spreads across my face like some sort of infectious disease.
Makes me go back to the days when it was okay that I would bust out the folding chairs and practice the dance moves to “As Long As You Love Me.” But rest assured I do not do that anymore, but that could be because I don’t have a folding chair... Yea, that’s the reason!
I love the innocence of youth, how a band can rule your world and create the best bonds ever. My friends from Junior High school shared the backstreet boy bond with me even if we were ridiculed by other kids. In fact, this bond didn’t stop in Junior high, some of us carried it into high school and we still weren’t afraid to show our Backstreet Pride, and I can honestly tell you right now I am still, at the age of 22, not afraid to show my backstreet pride.
I love their CD’s, (even if I look back now and think, ‘wow, those lyrics are such cheese!’) I love what they did for me as a band, I loved that I could invent pretend worlds in my head where I was marrying a member of the band and I love that it reconnected me with a friend I thought I might have lost.
The Backstreet Boys were my Beatles – because yes, the Beatles were a boy band, regardless of what you might think, and the Beatles were epic.
3 comments:
so true, I still have the stories we wrote...what were we thinking? But those were good times, :) Laura
Yea, but those were DEFINATLY some good times....
Awkward, but good.
Well written article.
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