I normally do not allow guest bloggers, but one of my colleagues, A Beautiful Disaster, is a huge fan of New Kids on the Block (“NKOTB”) and wanted to share her review of their Friday night concert with the blogging world. While I am not a NKOTB fan, I decided I should not stand in the way of them pursuing their musical dreams. So, without further ado, take it away A Beautiful Disaster:
Hi, everyone. I want to share the best night of my life with you. It was a cool Friday night; more like Indian summer than mid-November. I was a bit flummoxed that instead of playing the Broomfield Arts Center, NKOTB would actually be playing in the adjacent corn field. But I was not going to let anything ruin this experience. In fact, an outdoor concert on a nice November night may be even a more perfect place to see them. Heck, who I am kidding. I would see them anywhere, anytime. Thoughts raced through my head. What songs would they play? Would they still be tight (note: I do not mean their music and singing; I mean their butts)? Was Donnie able to stem the hair loss by joining the Hair Club for Men? Would Marky Mark make a surprise appearance? How about Jenny from the Block (J-Lo) so that they could have a dance-off to determine who ruled the Block? Is the Block literally a block or a figurative representation of our consciousness? I popped a Xanax to stop these racing thoughts. As soon as I did I regretted it because it may diminish my concert experience, so I downed three cans of Red Bull.
The first opening act is The Osmonds. I was momentarily psyched until I realized it was not the original Osmonds but their third cousins. Then the next act arrives; it is The Partridge Family on their reunion tour. But wait, where is David Cassidy or Susan Dey? How about Shirley Jones? What, no Reuben?!!! We do get a juiced Danny Bonaduce doing an extended riff from Chinese Democracy. I was really impressed until I saw he was just playing Guitar Hero on stage. And the two young ones are there – I always forget their names. All I know is that those were some of the best tambourine solos I ever heard.
Finally NKOTB!!!! Here they come! The stage goes black. Ooops, that was just me; I fainted with excitement. They open with all their hits. That takes five minutes. Then they play all the other stuff from their albums; that takes three hours. But the ten of us in the corn field are not complaining. The band looks great, but it is hard to tell as there is no lighting in the corn field and the stalks keeping swaying in the wind obscuring the band. The last song is a ballad and we all raise our lighters. Oh, no!!!! One lighter sets a corn stalk on fire. Now it is a full blown maize blaze. One of the flames engulfs the few remaining hairs on Donnie’s scalp. Tragedy!!! I better run before I get engulfed. That is it for now. Catch them on their tour if you can.
Hi, everyone. I want to share the best night of my life with you. It was a cool Friday night; more like Indian summer than mid-November. I was a bit flummoxed that instead of playing the Broomfield Arts Center, NKOTB would actually be playing in the adjacent corn field. But I was not going to let anything ruin this experience. In fact, an outdoor concert on a nice November night may be even a more perfect place to see them. Heck, who I am kidding. I would see them anywhere, anytime. Thoughts raced through my head. What songs would they play? Would they still be tight (note: I do not mean their music and singing; I mean their butts)? Was Donnie able to stem the hair loss by joining the Hair Club for Men? Would Marky Mark make a surprise appearance? How about Jenny from the Block (J-Lo) so that they could have a dance-off to determine who ruled the Block? Is the Block literally a block or a figurative representation of our consciousness? I popped a Xanax to stop these racing thoughts. As soon as I did I regretted it because it may diminish my concert experience, so I downed three cans of Red Bull.
The first opening act is The Osmonds. I was momentarily psyched until I realized it was not the original Osmonds but their third cousins. Then the next act arrives; it is The Partridge Family on their reunion tour. But wait, where is David Cassidy or Susan Dey? How about Shirley Jones? What, no Reuben?!!! We do get a juiced Danny Bonaduce doing an extended riff from Chinese Democracy. I was really impressed until I saw he was just playing Guitar Hero on stage. And the two young ones are there – I always forget their names. All I know is that those were some of the best tambourine solos I ever heard.
Finally NKOTB!!!! Here they come! The stage goes black. Ooops, that was just me; I fainted with excitement. They open with all their hits. That takes five minutes. Then they play all the other stuff from their albums; that takes three hours. But the ten of us in the corn field are not complaining. The band looks great, but it is hard to tell as there is no lighting in the corn field and the stalks keeping swaying in the wind obscuring the band. The last song is a ballad and we all raise our lighters. Oh, no!!!! One lighter sets a corn stalk on fire. Now it is a full blown maize blaze. One of the flames engulfs the few remaining hairs on Donnie’s scalp. Tragedy!!! I better run before I get engulfed. That is it for now. Catch them on their tour if you can.
Your music critic,
A Beautiful Disaster
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