Any Dream Will Do!

My inner eight-year old was in HEAVEN tonight. And, to be fair, thirty-four year old me had one hell of a good time? Why, you ask? WELL tonight I went to see Jason Donovan in concert, at Birmingham Symphony Hall. I had pretty shitty seats, to be honest, way up in the nosebleeds BUT having said that, I had a pretty unrestricted view and being a symphony hall the acoustics were fantastic.

I was very nervous before going. I was going on my own, to a venue I didn’t know and to see an artist I’d never seen before. I also think I’ve got very spoiled by going to these little gigs where I know everyone because completely different feel. I got adopted by this couple who were there for their anniversary and we just got talking, as you do and when I was saying how the first record I ever got was Jason, she stopped and blinked and was all ‘how old are you?’. She was in her 50s!

The support act were SHITE. I suppose the best thing about being so far up/back is no pretending to like a crap support. Some X-Factor reject Rnb acappella girl group. Who couldn’t decide what key to sing in. Or what tune to follow. Or what dance routine to do.
I never knew Purple Rain could sound so BAD!

Jason pretty much exploded onto stage and it was amazing. He looks SO much like his dad and while, no, he doesn’t have the best singing voice he knows how to use it and to work the crowd. It was a Ten Good Reasons/Greatest Hits gig and I genuinely knew every word to every song. And HOW the hell is Ten Good Reasons 25 years old? It was in two halves with an intermission in the middle – how civilized! The first half was Greatest Hits and then the second half was Ten Good Reasons. And you should have heard the place ERUPT to the opening of Too Many Broken Hearts. I will admit to some tears of squee and joy at a couple of places.

Me and the couple next to me were singing loudly and badly all the way through and on our feet and dancing. It was exhausting and fantastic and AMAZING!

Any Dream Will Do

81FIRdPFciL._SL1500_ When I was but a wee llama, I was madly in love with Jason Donovan. You know, back when he looked like this. Oh be still my pre-teen beating heart! The tousled blond hair, the brown eyes, the perfect smile, the tan… ♥

I adored him as Scott Robinson in Neighbours and my little heart was broken when Scott married Charlene. There were tears. I remember it well.

I loved his music too. I had all the singles on 7″ and all his albums on tape. I’m not sure I should even be admitting this but I can still sing along wordperfect to songs like Too Many Broken Hearts or Especially For You (I’d forgiven him for marrying Kylie at that point!), or When You Come Back To Me. My parents even took me up to London to see him playing Joseph in the West End, which started a whole new love.
I still have a ridiculous amount of love for that musical and have seen it many many times. ALL THE LOVE.

Then, of course, it all came crashing down with the drugs and he disappeared into obscurity, once again breaking my tween heart. The pain, the agony! *cries*

I also have no idea why I’m writing a blog post about my late 80s/early 90s love for an Australian soap/popstar. I have however discovered he does an All 80’s Show on Heart FM on a Sunday night so I might have to look into that.

And sure, the drugs and all really aged him badly but he’s still a good looking guy and I also can’t help but think how much he looks like his dad!

I’m now going to be really pathetic and wander over to Spotify or iTunes and see if I can’t find me some ‘classic’ Jason to listen to!