I was already convinced that the coolest of girls had red hair, thanks to Pippi Longstocking. But then Tiffany exploded on the scene in 1987 with her monster hit, “I Think We’re Alone Now.” Tiffany was one of the first CDs I ever purchased and I listened to it on repeat for hours at a time. I even remember buying an acid washed denim jacket, just so I could look a little more like Tiffany, since my mom had strictly forbid me from dying my hair red.
Tiffany, of course, has a last name. It’s Darwish. And 24 years after her first mall tour, she is back on the road with her fellow ‘80s pop iconic, Deborah Gibson, whom she reconnected with while shooting the SyFy movie, Mega Python Vs. Gatoroid, available now on DVD. Only this time, Tiffany is not just a singer with a new album out—and yes, she does have a new one called Rose Tattoo—she’s also a wife and a mother of a 19-year-old. Yeah, that made me feel old, too.
After the jump, we sat down with Tiffany to talk about her tour, her new album, life, and her relationship to jean jackets these days. Keep reading »
Even if you are not quite talented enough to be their opening act, you are no doubt checking Ticketmaster obsessively to see when tickets for Debbie Gibson and Tiffany‘s “Journey Through The ’80s Tour” go on sale. Really—it’s our wildest ’80s neon and denim dream come true. But you don’t have to wait until the tour to see these two together. Last year, they starred in Syfy’s movie “Mega Python vs. Gatoroid.” Which conveniently was just released on DVD. You need to watch it because the fight scene is epic.
Dust off your bowler hat because Debbie Gibson—I mean Deborah—is going on tour with fellow ’80s icon, Tiffany. Deborah just posted this video calling fans to audition for a spot on the Journey Through the ’80s tour bus. To enter her Guitar Search, you have to upload video of you singing and playing one of her songs and tweet the link by July 9. Wait. Am I having deja vu? This is exactly like a reoccurring fantasy I had when I was eight. Only Facebook and Twitter and YouTube didn’t exist, so my discovery was destined to occur at the Scottsdale Mall while performing a set consisting of Debbie’s “Only In My Dreams” and Tiffany’s “Could’ve Been” accompanied by my karaoke machine. Keep reading »
“I have never been outed by anyone but myself! I did so almost twenty years ago. … I have lived my life very openly and have never hidden the fact that I am gay! Apparently the pre-requisite to being a gay public figure is to appear on the cover of a magazine with the caption ‘I am gay’. I apologize for not doing so if this is what was expected! My belief is that you live your life by example, and not by a caption on a magazine! If there ever has been any confusion about my sexuality, then you are someone that doesn’t even know me!”
—Jonathan Knight takes to NKOTB‘s blog to refute the rumor that Tiffany accidentally outed him on national television. Sorry to jump to conclusions, Tiff! [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
“[I dated] the quiet one, the shy one. He became gay later. I didn’t do it. I had issues with that. I was thinking maybe I did. Now looking back when we were dating, he was so much fun. We used to do facials together. He was so easy to talk to.”
—Tiffany dishes on her experience dating Jonathan Knight of NKOTB, and reveals that she thought she might have turned him gay. Only, while the webiverse has speculated about his sexuality, Jonathan has never made a public statement about which team he plays for. Oopsies, Tiffany. [PopEater] Keep reading »
My most cherished possession as a 7-year-old was my autographed cassette tape of Tiffany’s self-titled album. It read “Best of luck! Tiffany.” My dad knew someone at the local radio station who hooked it up. I slept with it under my pillow for days. Yeah, I was a strange child. I wonder what happened to that, by the way? I lost track of it when I turned 9. But I digress. The important thing for you to know is that there is a new documentary out called “I Think We’re Alone Now” about Tiffany and her “super fans. Read: obsessive stalkers. Looks like these peeps saved their autographed cassette tapes. In fact, they probably still sleep with them under their pillows. I need to see this, STAT. [NY Post] Keep reading »