Barbara Farragher

Barbara Farragher

Remembering My Teen Idols Fandom

My daughter Annie was in deep planning mode when she visited us over the weekend. She was preparing for this week’s Madison Square Garden (MSG) show of Niall Horan, the Irish-born member of One Direction who is touring behind his excellent new album, appropriately titled “The Show.” His songs were played in a continuous loop throughout the house so that the words to every song were memorized. Outfit choices were texted back and forth between her friends to consider. When Harry Styles, Niall’s bandmate in 1D, played MSG on October 31 and called the show “Harry-ween,” Annie and her friends spent weeks on costume selection. “They're acting as though they had a backstage pass instead of nosebleed seats,” my husband said dismissively. In my opinion, he wanted a ticket. He knows almost all of the words to Harry’s ‘Fine Line’ album. “Um, didn’t you go to the KISS show in full white face the last time they came around and walked around the city all night with the clown makeup on?” I not-so-subtly reminded him. A few years back Mike and I dressed up as “French Kiss” (Kiss makeup, berets, and carried French baguettes!) at one of the notorious WJRZ Halloween parties. ALSO SEE: Moves Like Jagger: Seeing The Rolling Stones Live My Time Loving Teen Idols That got me thinking about the frothy worship I had for the teen idols in my day, and how I’d scour places like Screaming Mimi’s thrift shop near NYU to mimic the latest looks worn by Madonna and Cyndi Lauper, who also shopped there. Who could forget the oversized white t-shirt with the “CHOOSE LIFE” in all-black caps I made when George Michael came to town? Here is a picture from my yearbook of me in my Cyndi Lauper phase. I’m very thankful to numerous classmates who scoured the yearbook to email me this photo. I double-dog-dare-you to post an oldie but goodie of you at a concert from way back when! MORE FROM BARBARA

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