Also a couple of weeks ago, Keri and I went to the Backstreet Boys concert. It was originally supposed to be at the Zoo, but it was moved to the Huntington Center downtown to accomodate the Backstreet Boys’ stage/set. DJ Pauly D opened the show, and it was ridiculous to see him “spin” in Ohio. Here in the flyover states, there are very few people who do any fist pumping. At some point, Keri said, “I should have watched some youtube videos about fist pumping…what am I doing???” while I laughed and laughed.
After DJ Pauly D was done hyping the crowd up, we were kind of bored by Jesse McCartney. I recognized one or two of his songs, but mostly I just wished for that portion to be over.
Finally, it was time for Backstreet Boys! Hooray! A small sampling of what Beatlemania was like! CONSTANT SCREECHING!
This isn’t that great a picture, but as you look at it, I want you to remember that the oldest of these dudes is 41. And he’s dancing around with a ridiculous hat on:
At some point, they talked about how they’re not going to be able to dance like they do forever. They sloooooowed it way down and played some instruments. Also, for age reference, please consult Nick Carter’s tattoos:
Here’s a picture of Kerbear and me:
I was a little skeptical about this concert…I was more of an N*Sync fan than a BSB fan. Backstreet Boys are good singers, and they really play to their fans of weirdly-distributed ages. Good on them for being around for 20 years and still making all us ladies scream (I myself was a little hoarse and very much deaf and happy on the way home).