The Britney Spears concert last night was oh-so wonderful.
I think it’s no mystery that I have an unashamed love for life’s guilty pleasures. Fatty food, teeny-bop music and Lifetime movies I will admit to consuming without embarrassment. It occurred to me last night I have now seen Pussycat Dolls’ lead singer Nicole Scherzinger twice in concert- the time before opening for N*Sync as a part of Eden’s Crush, a musical group seldom remembered for their inception in the original Making the Band series, and subsequent album that Allison and I purchased and listened to back when I was in middle school. These are not truths I should readily admit, but yes, I have seen her before.
I guess for me there really is no distinction between what is cool and what is socially seedy. I’ve been to a variety of genres of concert- emo-staple DCFC, hemp-wearing Dave Matthews, screamo The Used. Pat Green. Billy Idol. Amy Grant.
They’re all the same. People act the same at all of them. To me, the truly deplorable thing is not admitting to liking something social undesirable or washed up, but refusing to admit you do to conform to a social standard that will change quicker than your tastes.
My lack of sleep is making me lose focus here, but I guess my point is that Britney was awesome. Regardless of what you think or how you feel or what direction you believe music is turning, that was one hell of a show.
And I pity the fool who refuses to give such guilty pleasures a chance.
Okay, sleep needed, note to self- never, ever, ever reference Mr. T again….