Flash back to the late 90’s, I was begging my mom to take me to Kids R Us so I could get the newest band tee with my favorite 5 boys in the whole world. My room was transformed from being influenced by Barbie to Backstreet, quicker then you can say “I want it that way.” My mom lovingly referred to them as the “Backdoor boys.” I wasn’t allowed to watch “Quit Playing Games With My Hear” because Howie showed too much skin, and I had to refrain myself from singing along to “am I sexual?” because 12 year-olds don’t say things like that.
Fast forward to 2005, when “Incomplete” came on the radio. I was in a car having what would be my final argument with my then boyfriend. I had just lost my cousin, and I was celebrating the 1 year anniversary of my moms death. To say I was an emotional wreck was an understatement. Then, like voices from angels I heard some familiar voices coming through the radio waves singing a lyric that I’ll never forget, “I don’t want to make you face this world alone.” Needless to say I broke down. I had lost my best friend, my cousin who was always my brother from another mother, and my mother. But I still had my boys.
After the loss of my cousin I knew I had to make a dramatic change in my life. I needed to start new. Thus, my new direction in life took me to a little place called “Club Libby Lu.” A store best known for doing makeover’s for little girls. Also known as a teeny boppers haven, both for customers and associates.
One night, a Nick Carter song came on while I was cleaning the back style studio when both me and my fellow associate Katie K., exclaimed at the same exact time, “I love this song!” I kid you not the following words were uttered in sync. “Are you a Nick Carter fan? Omg me too! Did you read the Heart and Soul of Nick Carter? Omg ME TOO!” The following conversation was centered on the subject of us being emotionally distraught in 7th grade at the thought of our beloved teen heart throb spending any amount of time on a mattress found in the garbage, and the fact that we take pride in knowing he was born in the same hospital as Lucille Ball. I had found my BFF of the CLL of the DTD soul mate. She’s still my partner in pursuing Backstreet Boy related adventures.
Has Brian Littrel honked at you after a taping of George Lopez? Nope? He’s honked at us! My dad says we were probably in his way, but no we were the only ones on the road and completely out of his way. We’re just that lucky!
About 3 years ago, I conquered my fear of flying because the Backstreet Boys were performing an intimate acoustic performance in Napa, California. Too far to drive, but only an hour flight away. Did me and my bff show up to LAX in our shirts purchased from Toys R Us, nearly a decade before, ummm yes! As a Backstreet fan you keep the Backstreet Pride Alive at all times.
An hour flight, a killer outfit, and a 45 minute drive in pouring Northern California rain later, me and my BFF were up close and personal to our boys. After the performance, the time we had been waiting for since we were 10 finally arrived. We met the Backstreet Boys, and yes it was just as magical and just as amazing as I had always hoped and dreamed it would be. Everything was well with the world when I was in the arms of Nick Carter.
Today, the Backstreet Boys released their newest LP “In a World Like This.” And I love it! Their albums, like years ago when I needed to be reassured all was well with the world, always come when I don’t realize I need them most.
While listening to this album I immediately feel as though I should be relaxing with a glass of wine, pondering life and reflecting on how lucky and how blessed I really am.
Their music has changed. They have more control since they’re working off their own label. It’s more mature. Did we really expect them to be singing Backstreet’s back forever? I love that they have always evolved with their audience. And I love that I can always count on them to come back.
But in their defense, with the exception of Kevin Richardson, they never left. And if you think other wise, you’re not a true fan.