If you happened to catch the Wiggles in Grand Prairie on Thursday, that crazy redhead, who was rockin out harder than any kid in the Crystal Centre, was me. I freely admit, I love the Wiggles. Gettin' down next to my two-year-old, with my baby on my hip, brought back memories of the good ole days. Picture it- Brisbane, 2000, Saturday morning, two enthusiastic girls flanking me on the couch. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but I had been informed that I just had to watch the Wiggles. There they were. Murray, Gregg, Anthony and Jeff. Four grown men singing silly songs and carrying a cardboard cut out of a car. That was back in the days (now, don't let your kids read this) when Anthony secretly played Captain Feather Sword. (Ever wonder why the man on "The Polk-a-dot Door" disappeared when Polkaroo came around?) Anyway, back on track ... I was hooked. Now I am 31 and I have to admit, I have been a fan for eight years. Only problem is, I don't wiggle anymore. Now, I just jiggle.
I was sad that Gregg was absent from the tour, but his replacement, Sam, did a great job. My daughter is pretty hard to fool (she's almost 5, you know), and Gregg is her favourite, but she didn't seem to know the difference. Not that the Wiggles were trying to pull a fast one. They did introduce the new man in yellow, by his name and mentioned it a few times throughout the evening. I was happy to see that same over-enthusiastic blond boy (he's actually grown up now) grinning like your prom date meeting your parents, and twitching his head like he were headed for a night at the Roxbury. He gets an A+ for effort, from me. The whole cast seemed to genuinely enjoy themselves, and it was infectious. I was blown away by Anthony's athleticism. He leapt across the stage like a frog, hitting heights only seen before by inspector gadget on his go-go gadget legs.
The set was brilliant (the largest bouncy castle I've ever seen), the music was quite a bit more enjoyable than those heavy metal concerts I used to attend (the crowd was a lot more friendly, too), and the pace was just right. Just when I expected a preschool riot to erupt, they dimmed the lights and played "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". Amazing crowd control. Flashy sticks with Big Red Cars on the end replaced the Bick lighters of my concert going days. The kids were in awe. This show wasn't sappy like a "Barney" episode, though. No, just like all great kids entertainment, the fun was two tiered, and there was a lot to keep the big ones entertained (I loved the Beatles spoof).
If the "Pop Goes the Wiggles" tour comes to your town, be sure to hop in your Big Red Car (or whatever it is you drive) and head on down to the show. You'll be glad you did. Don't forget a rose for Dorothy and a bone for Wags (I'd leave the fish for Henry at home). If you haven't got a child, don't worry. In the mayhem, no one will ever notice. There'll be kids running wild everywhere. You'll feel inspired. I plan on throwing out my Pilates DVDs and popping in the Wiggles. If I point my fingers and do the twist enough times, I'm sure it won't be long before I quit jiggling and start wiggling.
I was sad that Gregg was absent from the tour, but his replacement, Sam, did a great job. My daughter is pretty hard to fool (she's almost 5, you know), and Gregg is her favourite, but she didn't seem to know the difference. Not that the Wiggles were trying to pull a fast one. They did introduce the new man in yellow, by his name and mentioned it a few times throughout the evening. I was happy to see that same over-enthusiastic blond boy (he's actually grown up now) grinning like your prom date meeting your parents, and twitching his head like he were headed for a night at the Roxbury. He gets an A+ for effort, from me. The whole cast seemed to genuinely enjoy themselves, and it was infectious. I was blown away by Anthony's athleticism. He leapt across the stage like a frog, hitting heights only seen before by inspector gadget on his go-go gadget legs.
The set was brilliant (the largest bouncy castle I've ever seen), the music was quite a bit more enjoyable than those heavy metal concerts I used to attend (the crowd was a lot more friendly, too), and the pace was just right. Just when I expected a preschool riot to erupt, they dimmed the lights and played "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". Amazing crowd control. Flashy sticks with Big Red Cars on the end replaced the Bick lighters of my concert going days. The kids were in awe. This show wasn't sappy like a "Barney" episode, though. No, just like all great kids entertainment, the fun was two tiered, and there was a lot to keep the big ones entertained (I loved the Beatles spoof).
If the "Pop Goes the Wiggles" tour comes to your town, be sure to hop in your Big Red Car (or whatever it is you drive) and head on down to the show. You'll be glad you did. Don't forget a rose for Dorothy and a bone for Wags (I'd leave the fish for Henry at home). If you haven't got a child, don't worry. In the mayhem, no one will ever notice. There'll be kids running wild everywhere. You'll feel inspired. I plan on throwing out my Pilates DVDs and popping in the Wiggles. If I point my fingers and do the twist enough times, I'm sure it won't be long before I quit jiggling and start wiggling.
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