Volume 93, Issue 4

Wednesday, May 28, 1999


ARTS AND ENTERTAINMENT

And let the festivals begin...

Larger venues shouldn't shade smaller summer concerts

Is that nostalgia or is it musical leftovers I smell?

Front Line comes into its own

Comedians pen self-help book, without the help

Top Dogg without a bone

Is that nostalgia or is it musical leftovers I smell?







For me, most summers are best recollected through the memorable songs I relentlessly played over and over, while the events occurring over those warm months blend together into a blurred collage.

Music greatly lends itself to nostalgic reflections and the new albums coming out this summer fit right into this pattern, for the amount of has-beens and never-weres reinventing themselves for another shot at the auditory brass ring remains frightening.

Hop in my Jules Verne-esque time machine and set the clock for the summer of 1990. Every girl in my class had an obsessive crush on various members of the New Kids on the Block and every boy in my grade knew the only way to bridge the gender gap was by playing NKOTB tapes at our boy/girl parties. "Step By Step" was the song of the day and every guy, against his own better judgement, tried to emulate Jordan Knight's rubber-legged running man dance whenever the situation allowed.

Love them or hate them, the New Kids were a part of our younger years. So, the reappearance of two NKOTB members into the modern pop scene has got to bring back memories of Reebok Pump shoes, Vuarnet shirts and shitty pop music.

Falsettos Jordan Knight and Joey McIntyre are back on the radio, hoping for an end to the vicious anti-New Kids backlash that forced them into hiding for the last few years. Knight's self-titled effort, Jordan Knight, is among us as is McIntyre's Stay The Same, proving the maxim about those forgetting the past being doomed to repeat it.

And how about the summer of 1991. Those of us wanting to taste a small piece of the Seattle-based grunge scene instead found ourselves curtailed by an 11 p.m. curfew and the narrow window of shorts season in Canada. We then settled for overplay of "Pocket Full of Kryptonite" by those adorably alternative flashes in the pan, the Spin Doctors. Who among us would throw stones at the sensitive lyricists who painstakingly crafted such a ballad as "Two Princes?" Take heart, Spin Doctor fans, for the artists have once again thrown on their cardigans and tied their woolen bonnets to put forth a new album. Here Comes the Bride will bring back memories of bad judgement and poor musical taste.

George Michael. Def Leppard. All-4-One. Motley Crue. The list of old artists taking out a fresh canvas and beginning anew is truly staggering. Like it or not, their songs from summers past will spawn some hideously painful recollections, leading listeners to ponder how much they like their leftovers reheated.


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