When You’re Utterly Terrified Of Celebrities
I’ve been around for half a century (and six years) and besides thousands of boys bands and mixed bands, there have been little girls pop groups in the world that I have been aware of.
I knew the Dutch Dolly dots, The Bangles, The spice girls, Linda, Rose and Jessica and than there has been K3 since 1998.
K3 is one of Europe’s biggest acts and longest running girl band and have one of the most cheerful, most variety of skirts and real good rhythms ever.
The performing girls, who represent the triple K, are really able to turn little-psychological-normally-attached-to-an-iPad-cranky-brats into little joyful and less irritant or whiny dancing human creatures.
So if you have some time on your hands for yourself in the next decade or so. What do you care: forget about your English language for once; just like we have to put up and listen to English for ages, you should just listen to Dutch and Flemish music. And hear for yourself that it just doesn’t matter if you don’t literary understand what they are singing. You are just carried away along with these cute girls in their often exciting and enlivening magical and positive tunes.
In the past we have been privileged to interview the ‘old’ K3 multiple times on different occasions. Now it was time to see how the relatively ‘new’ girls are doing. And ‘new’ within the meaning of they replaced the ‘old’ K3 girls who have been the original group girls for 17 years and now are walking behind their walker all day and really couldn’t possibly move a single limb during a show singing or play backing for thousands of children anymore.
They are now practically middle-aged and like me this particular generation of mostly wise gals are being ignored and under estimated in life as in ‘rejected material’. Unjustified of course because 50+ human beings have more life experience than people who are 16 (well most of them anyway) and by now damn well know that you don’t mess with upcoming gray hair chicks. They now reached an age whereby they don’t back away from telling you straight in your face like it is. So if you’re not prepared yet to hear truth; just avoid them.
After two sleepless nights, not because of them but I probably do too much for my potention by always doing sixteen-multiple tasks in one; we headed for this big crowd with little earth new comers waiting for an earthly meet&greet with their favorite pop group.
I squeezed myself into the press cage, a little space the size of three hamsters and while I’m pressed against a pillar I took pictures of the K3 company and lots of tiny kids.
The huge press space I got myself was not for long because soon I got company by another journalist who almost threw me in the dead corpse department. Where I also spotted this awesome lunch lying around from the K3 official photographer who every now and then tried to feed himself. I saw this pitiful gnawed banana lying next to a couple of also half-eaten sandwiches discussing what the Bliep are we doing in the middle of diseased foodstuff.
And as I was trying to play photographer between dead pigs, dead cows and dead feathered things, the photographer next to me got bossed around by the strict K3 stuff because every time the opper-photographer-chief wanted to take a picture, apparently he got in his camera view which ruined the photos and since the whole meet and greet was supposed to go in a hurry because there were an estimated 3000 (300) kids which let me almost fall in the non vegetarian meat a couple of times he had to adjust himself otherwise he would be removed.
After a couple of reprimands the journalist in question (and me also) understood that the upper-picture-taker-smurf used a wide angle lens. But I was not really impressed that such advanced trunks also could photograph the old nose picking grandma’s and their grown up children who stood aside (exactly on the spot of that wide angle).
But as a veteran red carpet photographer me on my part did my work in the obedient mode which for me was very hard to do because you know if there are strict rules and behaviour expectations involved I have this huge tendency to act vice versa which occasionally can be obnoxious for other people.
The girls of the famous group sat on their white couch where they received mostly little girls who probably all didn’t have a clue why their moms forced them to sit with these happy symbols who probably on their part had already seen so many kids that they have now become convinced not to take little pain in the necks ever because overfeeding is never a good thing.
That’s why one of the girls, who got saddled with a baby for a picture, has now nightmares for the time being about being up all night bottling babies and after an hour of night sleep had to do shows for thousands of kids which probably turned all out in this tremendous fiasco.
To turn this paragraph in a more positive tint: most of the girls were very excited to feel the fourth girl of their joyful group for 20 seconds. Now leaving them dreaming about a girls-group-singing-career one day instead of becoming cashier from which a lot of newcomers in this world don’t even know that that’s a real profession and career too and that without them you wouldn’t even eat at night.
Marthe who had been singing in the show choir at the previous (old) K3 since she had a very young age is the most down to earth and modest one of all. She’s totally cool and even posed on the background for a little boy who not did get a voucher for a meet and greet and gave him and the picture a thumbsup.
Those K3 girls had such a charismatic impact on all the present waiting in line toddlers and somewhat older little ones; that they scared some of them away hahaha. Some of them even did not want to be in the picture. Of course that were those who had been standing outside in the raining cold for 7 hours and now were deciding “you know what….. I don’t think I like them that much!”.
Then there were the little wannabe 4,5 and 6 year old future to be K3 girls who all wore this tiny well-known K3 rainbow dresses. Like this little girl on the picture who practically got pushed on stage because she most certainly didn’t want to go on picture with those creepy girls.
(Just interpreting her brain for you) She sat down like a stoic ostrich who rather wanted to hide herself under the couch. Or in the cold meats department. That’s where I was standing. Actually it was near the soup meat.
The K3 girls tried their very best to make the stoic girl laugh and feel comfortable. It didn’t work. At all. The small child dressed in K3 dress was the worst fan they ever met in their whole life I think and afterwards it caused this whole formation to split up (2021) because she couldn’t bear to obey to annoying miserable snotty kids. (I wrote this story a long time ago, but had been stuck in the forgotten-box, aka: I didn’t piss post for a long time.)
Then there are those tiny-pre-adult-girl-types who don’t get done talking ever. This particular one was raving and raving and K3 started to yawn (not really, but it makes this blog fun; in fact how can you listen to so many crap coming out of a little worms brain. I couldn’t and that’s why I never became a K3. Oh: and I couldn’t sing anyway) so they had to drag her from the couch.
Of course little boy brats also were screwed. They almost certainly got on stage involuntarily and because their moms wanted their sweetly boys on the picture with K3. While one boy got pushed by his mom on stage on the right side; he straightaway run off stage on the left side and got run after by a hysterical desperate mother.
Also the whole meet&greet was heavily disturbed by moms jabbering away, feeling helpless because they definitely couldn’t turn back time and be on stage as younger girls themselves. So now their six year old chaperonne daughters had to do the job while they were sobbing on the sideline.
Because of this they were risking and angry looking kid on stage, making the rest of the waiting kids scared because why is she looking so angry and am I going to be eaten by three girls the presence of the whole crowd and media. Well that’s how kids think anyway.
Furthermore the K3-girls were forced to admire the ugliest drawings on earth with a
vomit big smile: that’s not my opinion, but you could tell on their faces given by little girls with tiaras half over their eyes.
Ofcourse I forgot to take me a selfie; so then this is what you get if some drunk guy takes pictures of you while you are attempting to look really enthusiastic.
Fortunately afterwards while every disturbing mom and child had been eliminated; the entire supermarket personell and press could get photographed with the three
musketeers girls. Not so sure they felt comfortable with that, but hey whatelse do you do when you get paid a life salary from what ‘normal’ people have. You then even get on picture with a toilet bowl. I will not post the official picture because I didn’t buy it. I got my own picture made for free on which you can see me having the innocent-look. I may look well-behaved on photo; but I assure you I am not.
Then some absurd story with an older lady and a taxi happened afterwards which maybe will be covered in another blog. I said maybe.