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I tried to post this story as a comment on the Hanson myspace page, but they screen comments and I don't think mine will get by because it talks about drunken debauchary and the shocker.
Once upon a time there were two little girls who loved music, and their names were Sascha and Jasmine. The two little girls grew up; it was a long and painful process. But along the way, they collected things. After all, things you’ve loved you’re allowed to keep. And so they kept music-all sorts of it-rock and rap and punk and hardcore and jazz and blues and opera and musicals and indie and any other kind of music they heard in their short adult lives (except country. They hated country.)
But that is not the story here. There story here is where those two little girls ended up one November day, in a Cleveland restaurant, waiting for what else, but music. The House of Blues is an interesting spectacle. The stage is lined with statues and sculptures that represent different religions and cultures. And the audience is filled with…DRUNK TEENAGE GIRLS!! Sascha and Jasmine were a little helled out when some of the girls began passing out repeatedly or throwing up in the middle of a crowd full of people. But honestly, after collecting a 20 year old repertoire of rock and roll, how freaked out can you get at a concert. And so, Sascha and Jasmine simply stuck it out until Hanson came out.
Hanson was a band that the girls had aquired years ago, 8 perhaps, but music-good music at least-is a rather timeless phenomenon. The girls sang their didn’ts and they danced their dids. They laughed their joys and had fun. And then, in one glorious moment, they caught the eye of the drummer. And in that moment they threw up the Shocker. The drummer giggled, and so did they. So they collected that moment, and went home and slept, and awoke to collect yet another day.