Sherman set the Wayback machine for the late 1980's. There an enterprising soul named Maurice Starr brings together five whiter than white heartthrob teens, and dresses them up in the hippest fashions of the day. The wholesome, no threatening looks of the two Cory's, combined with the sanitary and vanilla musical stylings of bubblegum rock. Yes ladies and gentlemen, The New Kids on the Block, were born.
Now among my circle of friends, the New Kids were viciously insulted and deprecated, as only the schoolyard can manage. We used to joke about what the hell are they going to call themselves in 20 years? Of course we all believed that in 20 years they'd be trash sold in the back of the bargain bins of the local Sam Goody, or kept on the shelves at the local public library as historical record.
Back to the present. What should I see when I go thumbing through the entertainment section of the news but the following:
http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Music/04/03/people.newkids.ap/index.htmlThat's right. The boys are reuniting to record a new album. And even as the bile rises in the back of my throat, those memories I stored away are all flooding back. The wheels of immature insults are turning again, just waiting to see if Donnie, Jordan, Jonathan, Joey, and Danny, can still pull off the dance moves. Let the cries of "Keep your day job!" begin!
Ok vitriol over. For those former fans, grats.
