Saturday, July 9, 2011

I get lost in your eyes And I feel my spirits rise

Those are Debbie Gibson lyrics by the way. 150 points to the people who knew that.

I was talking to BooBooKitty the other night and both of us agreed that should someone from work hand us two tickets to see Debbie Gibson and Tiffany (they will be performing together mid-august at our casino) we would actually go. The chances of them giving out tickets this year is slim to none. Last year they gave tickets to us employees to certain shows. All we had to do was wait in line for 2 hours to get them. How awesome is that? Really not that much since all the great shit was not available. They gave us tickets to the shows that sold the least amount of tickets hoping to boost their revenue by beer they assume us off duty employees would purchase.

Anyway, back to the D-bop and Tiffster sorta, it got me thinking about my music identity crisis as a teenager. Early on (pre-high school) I pretty much listened to whatever my mom liked. Sad but true. Not that she was totally controlling or anything but somewhere along the line she convinced me that Yes, if I listen to that pop music at bedtime I will never fall asleep and that easy listening is the way to go. Can you say Brainwashing at it's Best?

I have to admit the sounds of Roger Whittaker's The Last Farewell did indeed put me to sleep.

and for that matter Rock Me Amadeus made me wanna sing along to words I didn't understand but faked it very convincingly (not so much.)


You can see where this is going right? I liked Rock Me Amadeus for the love of Pete! What does this have to do with the two pop princesses? Well, I liked them too. Mostly I liked Debbie better because she actually wrote her own songs and Tiffany just hung out at malls a lot.

I wasn't so obsessed with Debbie that I hung posters on my bedroom walls of her or anything...that space was taken up by The New Kids on The Block...but I did own this....
Oh YEAH! Don't be hatin'. Actually I think I still have my bottle sitting in a box somewhere in the attic. I bet it's still as terrific as it was 20 years ago. What with "a mildly sweet but innocent trial of the flirty power of perfumes" how could it not?

So absolutely I'm thinking about that concert. I probably wouldn't be the only 38 year old there singing along to Shake Your Love.


I still maintain that Debbie ( I just can't bring myself to call her Deborah!) is very talented. She was the youngest person to ever write, perform and produce a song that went to #1 (Foolish Beat just in case you wanted to know.) She really hasn't had a lot of success that can be heard on the radio in the last decade but she has been making a name for herself in theater playing parts like Belle from Beauty and the Beast and Eponine in Les Miserables. I am truly mortified that she was in the movie Mega Shark versus Giant Octopus though....Really D? What doesn't surprise me is that Lorenzo Lamas was her co-star.


So, I guess I still adore Debbie Gibson.

Tiffany on the other hand....She certainly grew a set of knockers and wasn't shy about using them.....

2 comments:

  1. I had Electric Youth perfume! I was obsessed with Debbie Gibson. I made up so many dance routines to her songs Every once in a while I still bust out the moves and embarrass my kids. I was never a Tiffany fan. She dated my future husband, Jonathan Knight. Who turned out to be gay. I sure know how to pick 'em! Thanks for the post, it brought me down memory lane.

    --monica

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  2. Ok, I was in love with Jon too. While everyone else was oooooing and ahhhhing over Jordan I lusted after Jonathan. I had no idea he was gay though. Oh well, I tend to collect gay men in my posse. As one of my gays says "You're not a FagHag. You're a FruitFly. We're the fruits....get it?" LOL

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