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New Kids On the Block’s New Video Takes Us On the Best Nostalgic Joy Ride, EVER

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Hi, my name is Jenny and yon’ about 1990 I had New Kids on the Block posters in my room, wore a GIANT New Kids button on my jean jacket, and wore my Debbie Gibson hat and Electric Youth perfume ALL. DAY. LONG. And I am not one bit ashamed to admit! I turned 13 in 1990 and it was the BEST decade to be a teen!

That’s why the New Kids’ new VID (see what I did there) that just dropped March 1 made my 90s-loving heart go pitter pat. The song, called “Boys in the Band” is a history of boy bands and features some of our FAVES—from Lance Bass to Debbie Gibson to Bell Biv Devoe.

It’s a love song, from one boy band to ALL the others. The New Kids on the Block poke fun at themselves (they open the video dressed as elderly men!) while paying homage to those that came before and after them, and it. is. AWESOME! And SO MUCH FUN!

Please, don’t go girl . . . before you check it out!

Was that fun OR WHAT?? I love the way they include alllll the different decades and types of boy bands. I totally LOVED the trip down memory lane. And how great does Debbie Gibson look? DANG! DEBBIE, what’s your skin care routine, babe? I need it!

I may or may not have tickets to the New Kids tour featuring Debbie G and Tiffany this coming May. OK, I totally do) and now I’m more excited for it than EVER! Thanks for the super-fun trip down memory lane, New Kids! See ya on tour!

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Jenny Rapson is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and a freelance writer and editor. You can find her at her blog, Mommin' It Up, or follow her on Twitter.

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