To know me is to know that the inner 13-year-old British teenage girl who is way mature for her age inside my head screams every time I see or hear The Saturdays. Mollie, Vanessa, Rochelle, Una and Frankie (me, inside story) may be what has been described as a manufactured girl-group but whatever they’re selling, I’m buying. Even at a 43-young man in America, I HEART THE SATURDAYS. Learn more about them here http://thesaturdays.co.uk.
From their gorgeousness, slow-motion walks in videos, to long legs and the right stylist, and the right amount of come-hither that doesn’t offend parents of impressionable young girls, The Saturdays are today’s well-calculated answer to young girls’ dreams and gay mens’ need of living vicariously through fierce women in control, strong and wanted. I had my good blokes (hard to pull that off with my southern accent) Jeff and Jonnie to have a tour shirt from their Headlines Tour in the UK. I have copies of their 5-part docu-series called What Happens On Tour, Stays On Tour. I own every piece of music from (this will be hard to narrow down) “Missing You,” “Notorious,” “Issues,” “Ego,” “Puppet,” “Work,” “Wordshaker,” et al. (I could go on “Forever is Over”)
There’s no easy way to wrap up this fan worship other than to just do it, for now. Check out the link below. Sample their music and fall in love with it like I have. “Put your boots on, Baby, get work, work.”