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    It's time to separate the men from the Boys

    Post by Gianna S. on Mon 10 Nov 2008, 8:24 pm

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    It's time to separate the men from the Boys

    November 10, 2008

    Graham Rockingham


    The Hamilton Spectator


    If I try hard, I can picture the Backstreet Boys in a lot of places,
    like on TV reality shows or in court suing their ex-manager, or in some
    swank L.A. night club throwing a lip lock on Paris Hilton.
    But
    I’ve never really envisioned them all hot and sweaty in a boxing ring
    (I’m sure some of you have different fantasies than I). But that’s
    where the boys were last night for the opening song of their concert at
    Copps Coliseum.
    Yup, a boxing ring. With satiny robes and
    padded gloves, the “boys” bounced off the ropes, ducked, dodged, bobbed
    and weaved, faked jabs and upper cuts while singing one of their
    biggest hits, Larger Than Life.
    We can only hypothesize why.
    It would have made sense as an excuse for them to bare their chests —
    the screaming women (or should I say ‘girls’ to be polite) would have
    loved it. But the Boys — or should I say ‘men’ to be more accurate —
    were wearing T-shirts under the robes. Not a chest hair was visible,
    barely a tattoo.
    So perhaps it had something to do with the
    song’s lyrics — “every time we’re down, you can make it right.” Get it?
    ‘Down, as in down on the mat? Not down for the count.
    Or
    maybe they just wanted to toy with the pugilistic cliches — “hitting”
    the stage, packing a “punch,” “fighting” their way back to the top.
    It’s the sort of stuff that publicists love.
    But I suppose
    we could put way too much thought into such things. So let’s put aside
    all the clichés and the ringside jokes. The opening number was probably
    the only questionable part of the evening.
    The four remaining
    Backstreet Boys — Kevin Richardson left the group in 2006 — put on a
    show that was pure joy for the fans. They did the dance just enough to
    bring back girlhood memories without overtaxing their bodies to an
    over-30 point of ridiculousness.
    The songs they sing — I Want
    It That Way and Unmistakable for example — are some of the better
    crafted pop songs of the last 15 years. But that only partially
    explains why they’ve sold more than 100 million records.
    They
    sing the songs very well. And when they stopped trying to be teenagers
    and perched themselves upon stools at the front of the stage for some
    serious harmonies, the talent really shone through, even through the
    screams of their adoring fans.
    It was nice to see the fans still with them. Not, of course, in the same numbers as before.
    Last
    night there was probably little more than 6,000 at Copps. The top tier
    of the arena was empty. Ten years ago, the Boys would have sold the
    entire place out in a flash.
    But those who made it to the show were still young enough to sport their own handmade “BSB” shirts.
    The mens’ rooms were empty and the beer lines were short, but the cooler stands did brisk business.
    The
    Backstreet Boys are not yet down for the count. They are four
    talented guys, each with a carefully nurtured persona. There’s Nick
    Carter, the hunk; A.J. McLean, the frustrated rocker (he was even
    wearing a Black Sabbath T-shirt); Brian Littrell, the sensitive guy;
    and Howie Dorough, a Latin lover in Backstreet clothing.
    Each fan can pick her (or his) favourite, pin a picture to the wall and dream.
    It’s a winning formula that stretches back to the early ’60s when Brian Epstein groomed four other young lads for success.
    Thank goodness he never put those four in a boxing ring.


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