The New Kids were my first live show—I’d been to professional theatre productions before then, but never a professional concert…so they’re pretty much what started it all. I saw them in the third grade at the VBCC in Huntsville with my friend Keri Beth, our moms, and Keri Beth’s little sister nineteen years ago. That’s right…NINETEEN YEARS AGO.
Here’s a quick glimpse into my last nineteen years:
1990: See NKOTB in Huntsville.
1992: Move to Prattville.
1995: Start junior high school and all the stuff that comes with that: youth group, awkwardness, angst.
1996: Brother gets married. Start high school and all the stuff that comes with that: good friends, “bad” friends, general mischief.
1998: Get driver’s license. Move to Lexington. Start first job.
2000: Graduate high school. Move to Prattville. Move to Birmingham. Start college, new job. Vote in presidential election.
2001: More general mischief. More jobs, coincidentally. Begin the Better Than Ezra phase.
2004: Turn into a super-crazy extrovert. Friends graduate from college. Travel with summer job. Vote in presidential election. I graduate from college. New jobs. End of the BTE phase, more or less; realize I’ve seen them 14 times in three years.
2005: Move to Nashville. Unemployment. Merriment, not-so-coincidentally. Went to ridiculous amount of shows to have been unemployed for a month and a half. New job. Revert back to introvertedness.
2006: Buy house.
2007: Quit job. Get new job.
2008: Get laid off. Get new job. Vote in presidential election. Turn 27. Awesome. Only saw three shows all year.
2009: See NKOTB in the Nash’.
To take a phrase I learned from Nathan Westerfield and modify it, my life to this point is a sandwich with New Kids on the Block bread. And I’m okay with that.