Tiffany. At the Wildcat Lounge, Sunday, August 27.
Reviewed by Sarah Hammill
We’ve come a long way since 1987. The Iran-Contra affair, the Jim Bakker debacle, and the WWF were all over the news back then. It was also the year that little-known pop singer Tiffany released her first album, Tiffany. I, for one, was a fan, or as much of a fan as one could be at the age of 5. Dressed in coordinating spandex pants and clip-on dangly earnings, my cousin and I would blast the album, jumping wildly on her parents’ bed.
A few years later, the album’s big hit “I Think We’re Alone Now” still held a sort of magic spell over me. I knew all the words by heart and it began to form a sort of fantasy soundtrack in my head. In those days, I was in love with Zack Morris from Saved by the Bell and I remember lying on my bed, envisioning Zack and me rolling around in the forest, with the beating of our hearts as the only sound. I don’t know that I knew exactly what that meant, but it sounded good to me.
So when I caught wind of the Tiffany concert at Wildcat, it was more nostalgia than anything that drew me to the show. Fortunately for Tiffany, ’80s fashion is back, making her black-and-white striped shirt, inches-high hair pouf, and mismatched pumps almost en vogue.
The show kicked off with “Should’ve Been Me,” the first of a string of finely rendered ’80s hits. Tiffany’s voice is as good as it ever was, though the most remarkable aspect was the performance itself. Tiffany took the tiny stage with grace and poise, especially considering the larger venues she was accustomed to back in the day. She sang her hits like she still loved them, making eye contact with nearly every fan in the audience, and doing her best to grab each hand thrust her way. She let us in on a few secrets — she loves Avril Lavigne and considers herself a rocker at heart — and while the crowd sang along to “I Saw Him Standing There,” I did too, still rocking my dangly earrings, and with my real-life version of Zack Morris by my side.