Osmond-mania All Over Again?
Okay. I live in Utah, so of course we all grew up with the Osmonds. But I grew up in Las Vegas…and I still grew up with the Osmonds.
Donny’s was the only poster I had on my bedroom wall. (Because I thought I had to because all of my friends did.) One of my close friends insisted she was best friends with the family (which I believed at the time). Looking back on it, I think Sharon had probably just memorized every detail she could find from Teen Beat Magazine.
One of my friend’s dad worked at Caesar’s Palace, so in 1974 when the Osmonds were booked there, we all got to go for free. And we got a really good table up front. Instead of serving “Shirley Temples” they served “Donny Osmonds.” And it was Marie’s premiere of “Paper Roses,” which was kind of cool. And when we were invited backstage to meet the Osmonds, me and one other person said, “no thanks.” Why in the hell did I do that? Instead I sat and watched as my friend tied the cherry stems from her “Donny Osmonds” into knots with her tongue.
Thanks to last night’s PBS special on the Osmond 50th Anniversary (which sucked), I just took a little jaunt down memory lane. And believe me, it is a really long lane.
Filed under: Life Lessons, Mormon, Miscellany, Normalcy
I could see myself passing on a chance to meet a celebrity. It would just be one of those artificial conversations where they are trying to be nice to a fan, but they don’t really care about you, and you unnaturally know too much about them because of their fame. It’s too off-balanced of a dynamic for me.
I was never a fan of Michael Jackson, despite everyone freaking out about him in the 80’s.
He always kind of made me gag.
Although the Thriller dance WAS cool.