Flipping through television stations the other day in the hopes of finding something good to watch, I came across a movie starring Mark Wahlberg. Ahhh, Mark Wahlberg, or Marky-Mark as most women in our 30’s first came to know him as. He hates to be called that nowadays. Placing myself in his shoes, I suppose I would hate to have people referring to me as Chrissy-Chris. Hmm, well actually it might have a nice ring to it after I think about it! As a teenager, I was a big fan of Marky-Mark the singer, the Calvin Klein model, and the younger brother of New Kids on the Block’s Donnie Wahlberg. I was an even bigger fan of New Kids on the Block but I’ll save that for a future post.
The first concert Alicia and I attended with one another was Marky-Mark and the Funky Bunch in the early 90’s. My parents dropped us off in front of the Music Hall a good hour before the concert was supposed to start. Our bangs were teased, our hair curled and our jean legs rolled up tightly. Standing in line with hundreds of teenage girls brimming with contained hysteria was infectious. Minutes ticked by achingly slow as we waited for the doors to open. Three girls who were a couple grades behind us in High School pulled out a boom box, cranked up the volume and began performing a choreographed dance routine to “Good Vibrations” in front of the doors. In today’s day and age, it would have probably been the start of a flash mob. Back then, we thought they were showing off. We didn’t get to see the whole dance, cause we heard a bunch of screams behind us as a tour bus drove by. Was it Marky-Mark in that tour bus? We’ll never know but whoever was inside it was trailed down the block by a mad stampede of screaming girls.
Once inside the Music Hall, we bought soda’s, found our seats and did some people watching while we were waiting for the concert to begin. All of a sudden the lights turned off, the stage lit up and the announcer proclaimed, “Are you READY?” AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Yes, Yes! We’re ready!!!! The screams were deafening, never letting up the entire concert. Marky-Mark ran around the stage with his Calvin’s peeking out the top of his pants. The beginning of what would over the coming years become a horrible trend among male youths. Year by year the pants hanging lower and lower and lower. Is that trend over now? Have the pants been pulled up yet? Ok, sorry. I wandered a bit off track there.
At the time of his concert he only had a few songs out, so it only lasted about an hour which was our only real disappointment. We left the concert hall and stood on the sidewalk waiting along with everyone else for our ride to pick us up. Our ears were ringing, our voices screamed away into oblivion, and we had big, goofy smiles on our faces. We had a blast! It’s too bad that I can’t seem to find a single photo of it to share here. (Psst, guess what? I found pictures! See below! ~A) So how about a little taste of Marky-Mark and the Funky Bunch to tide you over. Enjoy!
Well my friend, I remember that concert very vividly!! I will admit that you always seem to remember SO many more details than I ever do. (They say that having children will do that to your memory, but I think it’s more that you are more detail oriented than I am!) Anyhow, that concert was an eye-opening experience for me.
I believe this was my first concert ever. Chrissy had been to so many more concerts than I did, so I felt a little bit inferior in this category. She always seemed to be so worldly to me. She was always a few steps ahead of me on experiences, as I was so timid and shy (hard to believe it, I know) and I always appreciated that she would bring me into these new situations and let me do them with her. So, having never been to a concert, standing outside waiting for it to start was pure excitement for me all on its own! Ha ha.
As you said Chrissy, Marky-Mark came rushing out and you could feel the electricity in the air. I swear I felt every ounce of every girl’s excitement rush through my body! I was filled with pure excitement! I will also never forget something he did during the concert. It was simply shocking to me. SHOCKING! At one point, he walked onto the stage wearing this big, white, fluffy bath robe. I was so naive and was not comprehending what was going on. WHAM! Down goes the robe! There stood Marky-Mark in nothing but his boxers. Oh MY WORD! I couldn’t even hear myself scream because of the deafening roar of the room. This was my first exposure to the sexual side of music industry and it completely caught me off guard! (I was used to listening to music from the Bee Gees and Neil Diamond for crying out loud!) I will say that this was no pornographic display. He was just wearing very big boxers. But he was a fine specimen of a well-toned young man so just showing off his abs like he did threw every young girl into a frenzy. Sigh.
That night was an exciting experience for us both I’d say and I was happy that I got to share it with you girl! We had a lot of fun and I am happy we got to see Marky-Mark running around with his shirt off. Oh, and that we got to hear his music too! 😉 LOL