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omg [i’m] back again

If you were here before this turned into a weight loss/accountability blog, you’d know that I used to talk about things that I was passionate about, like Harry Styles and The Mindy Project. I also used to talk about things I did or events I attended. And when those things combined, you know I was on here for sure letting you know all about it.

I hate that opening paragraph and am too lazy to change it. Basically, I went to a Backstreet Boys concert almost two weeks ago and I want to talk about it. Cool? Great.

I’ve been a Backstreet fan since the mid-90’s. Despite my mom’s attempts at camping out at The Wiz for tickets, my first concert of theirs was in 2009 at Hammerstein Ballroom. I saw them again when they toured with New Kids on the Block in 2011. Since then, Nick had gotten clean, AJ stayed clean, Kevin came back, and they released a movie and two albums. I needed to see them again so when tickets went on sale for this most recent tour, you know I was on it.

I bought the tickets in November and obsessed about them until I got to my seat. I keep telling myself it’s quirks like this that make me endearing but I’m beginning to think, “hm. maybe not”.

I recruited my cousins to come with me since they too certainly enjoy a Backstreet Boys concert.

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Our seats, you know, the ones I obsessed over for 9 months, we’re actually pretty good. That being said, I should note two things. One – the acoustics at the Barclays Center absolutely suck. Two – the seats were good for your eyes but not you camera. The zoom function is just not where it should be in 2019.

So, how was the show, Martina? Acoustics aside, it was amazing. When they came out, I screamed so hard and so loud, I pulled something. I felt a sharp pain run up and down my right side and in that moment I thought, “if this is how I go, I’m OK with it.” If that didn’t make me feel every second of 32 years old, I’m not sure what will.

This was my first real, Kevin’s back, Nick’s sober, no collaborations, OG Backstreet Boys concert. The shitty acoustics (yep, I’m bringing it up again)at times made Nick sound like Mickey Mouse. The last time he was that squeaky, they were just hitting it big in Europe and I was trying to figure out how to get on a Nickelodeon game show. If you’ve seen their movie, you’d know that Brian is having some vocal chord issues. You heard them and you knew when the other guys picked up the slack, but he powered through. Personally, I’ve been in denial about his situation since the movie came out, so again, I’ll just blame the acoustics.

See what I mean about the zoom? I was hoping to get clearer pictures of their faces, especially since this is my first Kevin concert. I should have ran down to the bottom of our section, but I was so in the moment, I didn’t even think of it. Well, I did but I hate not being at my seat in situations like this because I feel like I’m going to get in trouble and I don’t want to do anything that would possibly ruin my night. Ridiculous, I know but anything can happen and boy band fans be crazy. I know because I’m one of them.

They opened with Everyone, which pretty much set the theme for the night. Instead of doing full songs from their newest album, DNA, they did snippets, which I personally appreciated. In between each snippet, one or two of the guys would come out to talk to us and they kept thanking us for sticking around for 26 years.

You need two things to be successful in this business – great music and great fans. We have both. It’s that easy. Great music, great fans.


They did two of their new songs in a row so we took that opportunity to sit down. Then Shape of My Heart came on and I completely lost my shit. SoMH is not a clurb jam by any means. It’s not a dance bop, but its one of my favorites and once I heard Brian start with “Baybay, please try to forgive may…” I jumped up and started flailing “we have to get up! stand up! WE HAVE…WE HAVE TO GET UP!” I yelled to my cousins through short breaths. I was 30 seconds away from a meltdown. But, like a good meltdown…? If that makes sense.

They played 32 songs plus 2 for an encore. Songs 18- 30 were the classics. They said they were going to bring it back to the 90’s and boy did they. Kevin’s trench coat and all. In case you were wondering, they look amazing. I’m a Brian girl, but I have to say, AJ killed it. He looked great in every outfit.

Being a fan for so long, I have my favorite songs and my favorite parts of songs but the one thing that makes me smile every time is AJ’s scream at the beginning of Larger than Life. I needed to get it on video. This is where I would usually admit that I cut the camera off too soon or I was trying to be in the moment for once, but not this time! I got it!

If you know me, my next statement shouldn’t come as a surprise, but I brought a regular point and shoot circa 2010 camera with me. Phones are good, but cameras are (usually) better. I wanted to bring my Nikon mirror less camera because it would give quality results but I was nervous because the venue’s rules specifically state no cameras with detachable lenses. Personally, I think they mean professional, heavy duty cameras. In the scheme of things, I guess my little mirror less camera could be considered professional, I guess, but since I know I’m not one, I don’t see it that way. I DIGRESS. I was a little self-conscience because I knew I was one of the only, if not THE only guest in attendance who thought their phone wasn’t enough. I was even more self-conscience when the guy across the aisle started doing a double take when he saw it. Then again, when, after 75+ pictures between my phone and the camera, I realized I should use the flash. See what I mean about me not being a professional? Anyway, although the flash didn’t make a tremendous difference, it made enough of one that I was pissed I didn’t use it sooner.

As one with a flair for the dramatics, I have to say – looking through these pictures and videos for the 100th time, I get emotional each time. I just love these boys. Maybe it’s the nostalgia. Maybe it’s my 10 year old brain in my 32 year old body. Maybe it’s that we’ve both aged like fine wine and good cheese (them more than me). I’ve been to 3 of their concerts in 3 incarnations of the group and they just keep getting better.

Until next time, boys.

Love you, mean it.

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