When I first starting putting together my Life List, I pondered adding “See a Backstreet Boys concert” to it. I added it, then I took it off again, then added it, then removed it, and repeated the process a few more times.
In the end, I left it off. I wasn’t totally convinced I wanted to see the band with just four members anyway, and besides, going to gigs isn’t really my thing.
I went to one, once, a long, long while ago, hated almost every second of it, and swore I wouldn’t do it again. It’s the usual thing: too loud, too many people, not enough personal space, much better to wait for a video and watch at home. It wasn’t even a particularly big gig that I went to, some kind of university student union type thing. I just couldn’t handle it.
Of course, now, I am older and wiser and generally a more capable human being.
And the Backstreet Boys have five members.
And they’re being supported by All Saints.
So yea, I’m going to see them next year, which means I can a) put it back on the Life List and b) spend, oh, only the next few months freaking out about it.