Girls have been having crushes on singers forever. Probably back in Elizabethan times, girls-in-waiting were swooning over those guys in tights who play the little round ukelele looking things, throwing their pantaloons on the stage.
I loved Frank Sinatra, I still love Frank Sinatra. I discovered Frank when I was around 15 and saw “Young at Heart” on the late movie, before there was cable. Frank was 65 when I found him but I still thought he was the coolest thing ever.
Always keep in mind that I seldom research the facts of my assertions.
I believe Frank was one of the very first teen idols. I believe the word Bobbysoxers was coined to describe the mobs of teenage girls that followed him around back in the 1940s. As we all know and must accept, Frank was the greatest ever. He was also an accomplished actor (3 Oscars). It’s Sinatra’s world, we just live in it.
Then there was Elvis. Elvis on the Ed Sullivan show, Elvis going into the army, Elvis in the movies, Elvis anywhere…caused women young and old to lose their minds. Sadly Elvis, passed away in 1977 at the age of 42, while I was camping.
Then came the British Invasion and the Beatles. That was in the 60s and the world was a little unhinged anyway.
Teeny bopperism was never lost on me. I had my personal favorites starting with Bob on Sesame Street but I don’t think he counts as more than a Toddler Idol.
I was most deeply involved with Shaun Cassidy, younger half-brother of David Cassidy, aka Keith Partridge. I loved Shaun Cassidy. When I was 12, the Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries debuted on TV and I always wanted it to be a Hardy Boys week so I could see my one true love in the form of Joe Hardy. I loved Shaun so much I bet my childhood bestie, Julie, $50 that I would marry him. Shaun has married a few times and has something like 7 kids but he did not marry me nor did I bear any of those children. Jules, I think I did pay you the $50 but let me know if I still owe you.
Following Shaun, I loved Andy Gibb. In 1978, I would often perform “Shadow Dancing” for my dog, Rags, when the song came on my radio before I went to bed at night. Rags really enjoyed my lip synching and elaborate choreography. Andy died in 1980 at the age of 30. I wore black for a week. Not kidding.
This brings us to The Voice. In case you have missed it, The Voice is a singing talent show. It is hosted by Carson Daly and the coaches are Adam Levine (Love), CeeLo Green (love), Blake Shelton (LOve), and Christina Aguilera (not love). Annie and Brigid and I watch it and do the usual: cheer on our favorites, cry for the sad stories, mock Christina Aguilera for dressing like a 13-year-old and always sporting a boobalanche. I’m not posting a photo, just Google it.
We watch The Voice on On Demand instead of watching it when it is originally broadcast so we can skip the commercials and I actually don’t even know when it’s on. Last night we watched the most recent episode. There was guest star on the show.
Justin Bieber was on the The Voice.
OHHHHH!!!! MYYYYYYYY!!! GAAAAHHHHHHHHDDDDD!!!!!!
JUSTIN BIEBER IS ON THE VOICE!!!!
Justin Bieber is a child, I don’t know how old he is but he looks like one of the New Kids on the Block and sings like Donny Osmond. Oi! I forgot my love for Donny Osmond! I also loved Donny when he made his comeback in the late 80s, very hot.
Anyway, Justin Bieber was on The Voice. He didn’t sing. He was simply on the show. Introduced a little clip of his new video….not the whole video, mind you but clip of a video.
Annie and Brigid got frantic just knowing they were going to see Justin and Justin would be speaking.
Brigid broke out into a sweat and Annie shouted, “Lady Boner!”
Lady Boner. My daughter said Lady Boner.
I miss the BobbySoxers.