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Aaron Carter: Boston Avalon
Nick Backstreet's lil' brother drives the tots crazy in Boston
So here comes the cocksure self-proclaimed 'Little Prince Of Pop', flared silver pants and a sleeveless, studded leather top, with more high-energy action than a little girl could fit into a Hello Kitty journal. Carter doesn't bother with balladry, opting instead to bust out song after up-tempo
song, every other one having the word "party" in it. He strides through 'Tell Me What You Want', busts a beat box breakdown, and bounces through 'Shake It'. Nevertheless, for all the shrillness and handmade "Aaron rulez" signs, the half-pints act as if they might as well be watching TV.
The manufactured, hey-hey-we're-The-Monkees-marketed-world of MTV pop culture is a spoon-fed one and the screaming fits are as dead on cue as most of Carter's dance moves. Aaron finishes a song, they scream. Aaron asks if everyone is having a good time, they scream. For the rest of the time, they just sit there, just about slipping off mom's shoulders, all gap-mouthed and blank stared, with some occasional hands-over-ears action.
No worries though. Carter's voice may not have dropped yet, but he is a veteran. So, once he's got the girls screaming, he's on to their mothers, dropping funkytown flashbacks in the form of a revved-up 'Iko Iko' and candy-flossin' version of Bow Wow Wow's 'I Want Candy'. This isn't just kid's stuff. Carter means - hell, he is - business, dancing through the volley of forehead-level flung flowers with a stage grin. Primadonna popstars could learn something here.
To top it all off, Carter slam-dunks the funk in Five's faces with the Fresh Prince-does-"I think I can beat Mike Tyson"-esque 'That's How I Beat Shaq'.
Oops. It doesn't take too many of his one-handed cartwheels to realize that
Aaron Carter only has one trick. Sure, he may have all his strings attached, but boy, he's swinging from them. In four years he'll be
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