I’ve spent the better part of a year practically living in music venues in the city of Dallas – it is largely a part of my job – but also something I love to do. Music is my air, and as I live I shall continue to breathe, so naturally, I do attend plenty of live shows that I don’t write about, for the sake of my own personal enjoyment.
This is what I had set out to do last night at the American Airlines Center for NKOTBSB. I bought my own ticket and was looking forward to a night with my girlfriends. I wasn’t planning on covering this concert so much as I was planning on reliving my days as a fifth grader, when, in my mary jane shoes and oversized head bows, I listened to the Backstreet Boys on tape (yes, tape).
I didn’t book a photographer to come with me, my personal point-and-shoot was recently stolen and the only photo I have from the event is an unfit, pixelated, grainy-looking blue and purple image taken with my cellular device. So, dear reader, you will have to rely on my words.
(Update 6.30.11 Our friends at the Observer came prepared with a camera.)
I didn’t even have a notebook with me, so I’m typing out the 30 text messages I sent to myself over the course of the evening.
Despite my attempts to leave this concert documented only in the vaults of my memory bank, for the sake of my generation, this concert deserves a review. (more…)