Also, since its after midnight and who the heck knows if Im going to have time to Love, February tomorrow I’m doing the next one now.
THE BACKSTREET BOYS
You guys. I don’t really have words for how much I love The Backstreet Boys.
I remember where I was the first time I heard their music.
I was absolutely in love/obsessed with this boy in my middle school. He was SO CUTE. And some days he was so nice to me. Other days he was so mean to me. My dad would pick me up from school and I would lean my head against the window and just…breathe…trying to understand all of those complex emotions (what was so complex about it I LOVED HIM WHY DIDNT HE LOVE ME?!) and then one day in the Fall of ’97 a song came on that hit me right in the feels.
Quit playin’ games with my heart
Before you tear us apart (my heart)
Quit playin’ games with my heart
I should’ve known from the start
You know you got to stop (from my heart)
You’re tearing us apart (my heart)
Quit playin’ games with my heart
I sat in my dads car long after we made it home. I was waiting until the radio djs would tell me who they were. The Backstreet Boys.
I come from a family that LOVES music. When I was a kid my parents would go and buy new cds every two weeks. They introduced me to tons of great music. This was the first time that I had discovered a music group on my own. I remember bursting into my older brothers room and asking him every single thing he knew about them. He said that they didnt exist. I lived on the MTV channel, waiting for the music video.
The year was 1996 and I was 13 years old.
I have been a BSB fan over half my life. I’ve lived more years as a BSB fan than years NOT a BSB fan.
I still love them.
I still listen to them often.
They were one of my top 5 artists listened to according to Spotify last year.
I have NEVER seen them in concert. I’ve just never had the money.
They are surrounding me this summer. They are coming to three cities near me this summer. But there’s also this thing where you can buy a package and you can meet them. Like…Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh you guys. I COULD BE IN THE SAME PLACE BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS ALEXANDER JAMES MCLEAN
One day I’ll write an entire essay about how much they mean to me. Their perseverance in the face of adversity. Getting up every time they fall and fail (so publicly). The mistakes. The ridicule. All of it taught me that if they can face it–what it is for the moment, than so can I. I love, admire and respect them and their wives and the lives that they are carving out for themselves. I love and admire and respect their immense talent. I love them. They are my faves. They are my boys. I love them and I am so grateful for their presence in my life.
KtBSPA
Love, February

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