Brock likes to point out my love of "male vocalists."
I do. I really love a male vocalist. And while I'd probably play it down in person, I fucking love boy bands. The entire notion of them is something I deeply appreciate. I am, I'm horrified to report, a connoisseur of the boy band.
My horrific musical taste is a given. I once got in a fight with a guy in Tower Records over Billy Joel, as he mocked my purchase of a "River of Dreams" cassette single. It gets even worse when you put 4-5 twenty-something men together, tell me they're teenagers, provide certain stereotypical "types" so there's one for everyone and put them in different variations on the same color-schemed outfit.
Make that happen and I'm yours forever.
My IM is blowing up, my phone is glowing with texts, I can even sense a change in the air. Why?
Backstreet Boys are performing at Pride.
As Brock pointed out, "This must be your dream come true."
No. No it's not. My dream come true would be New Kids on the Block.
If not them, N'Sync.
If not them, Take That.
And finally, the trashy, slighty ghetto version of all of the above, Backstreet.
That being said, I will move heaven and earth to get on that stage with Nick Carter, who shares with Brock and me (among other things) our birthday. Honestly, how hard can it be? My excyclopedic knowledge of boy bands deserves this...