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Ok, so I know most of you have an unreasonable bias toward Hanson, but I just have to say how amazing they are.
I saw them in concert for the third tome yesterday, and it was, once again, the time of my life. Nothing ever makes me feel as good as seeing them live.
One of my friends was tearing into me saying that Hanson must be lame because everyone is happy at the concert and we all have this amazing sense of togetherness and comradery and we don't kick the shit out of each other, but I don't see a problem with feeling completely happy, accepted, and comfortable in your surroundings. Personally, I'd rather feel as amazing as I did last night than have a black eye. But whatever. Maybe I'm wrong for feeling good? I mean, apparently, you're supposed to be angry at a concert and feel it necessary to punch the person next to you instead of rejoicing together in seeing your favorite band or else the band is immediately awful. Who'da thunk it? Oh well. He can go fuck himself.
This same kid has been driving me nuts lately. Where once we were really close, lately he has been awful to me. While everyone else makes fun of Hanson, it's a joke, but with him everytime I mention it, he feels it necessary to make me feel like shit. It's quite excellant >.<
On the same note, I can respect it if you don't like them, but don't just assume they suck because they did "Mmmbop" in 1997. Note: they were 11, 13, and 16 when that song got big. They were 7, 10, and 13 when it was written. That's pretty good for people that young, and besides, what else did you expect? I mean, I'm confused at what else you would look for from CHILDREN. Use your logic, please. As time went on and they got older, they moved away from the sugary pop and away from the mainstream music industry. Obviously their music has grown and matured, just as they have, so don't immediately assume it's awful. And even if you don't like it, you have to admit they are immensely talented. They've been writing and performing their own music since they were 10, at least. That, my friends, I find to be impressive. Probably more impressive than a lot of bands that are popular recently. Or unpopular. Either way, I bet they have more talent than *you*.
That brings up another point. A lot of the people who bash them (including the guy I'm kind of pissed at) act as if they are just another mainstream pop band, so obviously they aren't allowed to even consider Hanson possibly having talent. Mainstream MUST equal bad. Thing is, they aren't that. They started their own indie label. They are doing everything for themselves. How many people can say that?
And to be able to make it as far as they have, to climb out of the muck that is the modern music industry, to successfully start their own indie label and promote it, to have their albums selling at the top of the indie charts and their shows sold out across the board, to not have fallen into oblivion like most 90s bands, to continue writing LOADS of great music, to go to Africa to both record and do activist work, to dedicate themselves to educating people about and funding the organizations for fighting AIDS, to sell products whose soul purpose is to fund AIDS research, to start their own organization about the state of the music industry, to write songs that actually have worldly meaning, to tour college campuses educating those most able to change the world, and to do this all while they are in their early to mid twenties...I believe respect is the least that they deserve. So climb off your pretentious high horse and shut the fuck up. Go ahead, dislike their music, but lay the fuck off, please.
Anyway, after that, I am free to relate to you the absurdities that will obviously occur when three rather spacey college students decide to trek 3 hours into PA to see Hanson.
Firstly, we had trouble even getting out of Elmira. That's a good sign, right? Sp...we're driving, eating junk food, listening to music, all that good stuff...and we come across a toll booth. We totally forgot that tolls, you know, exist....so we had to scrounge up $0.50 just in time for the toll. We saw someone who totally didn't pay the toll, just flew under the bar with the person in front of them. They're pretty lucky their car wasn't crushed. Anyway, we get to a SECOND toll, and we were stopped at it, looking for change, pissing off the people behind us, and we realized we could only pay with a dollar bill. But we were too far from the thing, so Andrew had to get out of the vehicle to put the money in. This took about 3 minutes, total, which is a pretty fucking long time at a toll. The best part about it was that Andrew was flipping out afterward :P
Next notable mention: On the highway, we saw a car that had "We Love Hanson" painted onto the window. Of course, our (my) natural reaction was to flip out and feel an instant companionship with these people...and yell at andrew to catch up. We quickly realized this person was driving 95. We were in a minivan and Andrew had never driven over 85...so that was an adventure. We caught up with them sooo many times...but eventually lost them. It was a tragic, tragic moment. I lost my best friends.
So eventually we get into Allentown, which was really cute at first...but then we got into the ghetto. We're at a stoplight and a hobo walks up to the window. Andrew musn't have realized what was going on at first, because he stupidly opened the window. This guy starts asking for money and Andrew (levelheaded as always) freaks out, screams no, and shuts the window. Scary thing about it was the guy started banging on the window afterward. Needless to say, we peeled away the second the light turned green.
Anyway, Allentown. All one way streets, which none of us small town kids are used to. We drove around forever trying to find a place to park since we didn't have enough change for the meters, and eventually we just parked and went on a mission for change. Until we found out we had just wasted our lives and the parking was free that day. >.<
We got in line, which was in a freaky little back alley, and waited for 2 HOURS until they opened the doors. I was fucking smart and wore chucks and only a sweatshirt. I was NOT happy. Plus, I had to pee REALLY bad. We got inside to find that they had seriously oversold the place for how many people could fit. We shoved our way as close to the front as we could get, so I could not pee...or really move at all. We met a really nice pair of sisters, though. Opening band blahblahblah. 2.5 hours later...HANSON OMG! It was amazing. I completely forgot about being uncomfortable and instead rejoiced in my very close company...dancing, screaming, singing...overall being a 12 year old fangirl. Today, I am quite sore. Fuck tall people, man. I spent the entire time on my tiptoes with my head craning, trying to get a good view of Taylor. WORTH IT, THOUGH. Afterward, I bought some stuff (although I was upset that they ran out of the calendar and shirt I wanted) and we got the fuck out of there. P.S. Zac has an AMAZING smile. Don't know how I'd never realized that before.
Here's where the fun starts. We get to the rotary (fucking weeeird one, btw) and go down the street that we assume is right...forgetting they are one way. Something just didn't seem right...there were headlights coming toward us. Then we noticed the One Way sign. Shit. someone had followed us, as well, but stupidly, when we pulled over, they continued to drive. We saw a cop and were wicked afraid he would pull us over, but since the other person kept going, he went after them. Andrew, once again, was flipping shit and Brandie and I had to calm him down before he would turn the fuck around :P
FINALLY, we're out of Allentown, and I have had to pee for a good 6 hours at this point. I couldn't even feel it anymore. About an hour into the trip we see a rest area, so obviousy we went there. We spent about 45 minutes there eating and peeing and calling some credit card company cuz some person's card was on the ground, and we take what we presume to be the correct exit. Because the all the exits in rest areas go on the same direction of the highway you came in on, right? Yeah, no. THIS particular one had TWO exits, one to the other side of the highway. So, we drove along for about a half hour...until we noticed a tunnel we had gone through already. We freak the fuck out. It was now 2:00 in the morning, and we had just regressed 30 minutes. And missed the little turnaround between lanes. And it was another 42 miles to the next exit. So what do we do? Naturally, we drive over the grass into the other side of the highway. Right there, we lost an hour of our trip. And had to go through a creepy ass tunnel for the 3rd time. We spent the rest of the time trying to keep each other awake. Eventually, Andrew started hallucinating. I'm pretty sure he's still flipping shit about everything.
We didn't get back til 5:00. I didn't fall asleep until 5:45. I got about 2 hours of sleep. I took a 3 hour nap. I'M TIRED. BUT I missed writing and told her the truth about why, so she still let me hand in my homework :)
Ok, to recap:
1) Got lost in Elmira
2) Had a car chase
3) Had to get out of the car at the toll after sitting there forever
4) Got assulted by a hobo
5) Didn't have to pay the fucking meters
6) Stood in the cold for 2 hours
7) Got squished in like sardines in the small ass venue
8) Fucking rocked out. Amazingly.
9) Went the wrong way on a one way
10) Stayed in a rest stop for far too long
11) Went in the WRONG DIRECTION and added an hour to our trip
12) Didn't get home until 5:00am
In conclusion, FUCK PENNSYLVANIA. Yay Hanson!
I saw them in concert for the third tome yesterday, and it was, once again, the time of my life. Nothing ever makes me feel as good as seeing them live.
One of my friends was tearing into me saying that Hanson must be lame because everyone is happy at the concert and we all have this amazing sense of togetherness and comradery and we don't kick the shit out of each other, but I don't see a problem with feeling completely happy, accepted, and comfortable in your surroundings. Personally, I'd rather feel as amazing as I did last night than have a black eye. But whatever. Maybe I'm wrong for feeling good? I mean, apparently, you're supposed to be angry at a concert and feel it necessary to punch the person next to you instead of rejoicing together in seeing your favorite band or else the band is immediately awful. Who'da thunk it? Oh well. He can go fuck himself.
This same kid has been driving me nuts lately. Where once we were really close, lately he has been awful to me. While everyone else makes fun of Hanson, it's a joke, but with him everytime I mention it, he feels it necessary to make me feel like shit. It's quite excellant >.<
On the same note, I can respect it if you don't like them, but don't just assume they suck because they did "Mmmbop" in 1997. Note: they were 11, 13, and 16 when that song got big. They were 7, 10, and 13 when it was written. That's pretty good for people that young, and besides, what else did you expect? I mean, I'm confused at what else you would look for from CHILDREN. Use your logic, please. As time went on and they got older, they moved away from the sugary pop and away from the mainstream music industry. Obviously their music has grown and matured, just as they have, so don't immediately assume it's awful. And even if you don't like it, you have to admit they are immensely talented. They've been writing and performing their own music since they were 10, at least. That, my friends, I find to be impressive. Probably more impressive than a lot of bands that are popular recently. Or unpopular. Either way, I bet they have more talent than *you*.
That brings up another point. A lot of the people who bash them (including the guy I'm kind of pissed at) act as if they are just another mainstream pop band, so obviously they aren't allowed to even consider Hanson possibly having talent. Mainstream MUST equal bad. Thing is, they aren't that. They started their own indie label. They are doing everything for themselves. How many people can say that?
And to be able to make it as far as they have, to climb out of the muck that is the modern music industry, to successfully start their own indie label and promote it, to have their albums selling at the top of the indie charts and their shows sold out across the board, to not have fallen into oblivion like most 90s bands, to continue writing LOADS of great music, to go to Africa to both record and do activist work, to dedicate themselves to educating people about and funding the organizations for fighting AIDS, to sell products whose soul purpose is to fund AIDS research, to start their own organization about the state of the music industry, to write songs that actually have worldly meaning, to tour college campuses educating those most able to change the world, and to do this all while they are in their early to mid twenties...I believe respect is the least that they deserve. So climb off your pretentious high horse and shut the fuck up. Go ahead, dislike their music, but lay the fuck off, please.
Anyway, after that, I am free to relate to you the absurdities that will obviously occur when three rather spacey college students decide to trek 3 hours into PA to see Hanson.
Firstly, we had trouble even getting out of Elmira. That's a good sign, right? Sp...we're driving, eating junk food, listening to music, all that good stuff...and we come across a toll booth. We totally forgot that tolls, you know, exist....so we had to scrounge up $0.50 just in time for the toll. We saw someone who totally didn't pay the toll, just flew under the bar with the person in front of them. They're pretty lucky their car wasn't crushed. Anyway, we get to a SECOND toll, and we were stopped at it, looking for change, pissing off the people behind us, and we realized we could only pay with a dollar bill. But we were too far from the thing, so Andrew had to get out of the vehicle to put the money in. This took about 3 minutes, total, which is a pretty fucking long time at a toll. The best part about it was that Andrew was flipping out afterward :P
Next notable mention: On the highway, we saw a car that had "We Love Hanson" painted onto the window. Of course, our (my) natural reaction was to flip out and feel an instant companionship with these people...and yell at andrew to catch up. We quickly realized this person was driving 95. We were in a minivan and Andrew had never driven over 85...so that was an adventure. We caught up with them sooo many times...but eventually lost them. It was a tragic, tragic moment. I lost my best friends.
So eventually we get into Allentown, which was really cute at first...but then we got into the ghetto. We're at a stoplight and a hobo walks up to the window. Andrew musn't have realized what was going on at first, because he stupidly opened the window. This guy starts asking for money and Andrew (levelheaded as always) freaks out, screams no, and shuts the window. Scary thing about it was the guy started banging on the window afterward. Needless to say, we peeled away the second the light turned green.
Anyway, Allentown. All one way streets, which none of us small town kids are used to. We drove around forever trying to find a place to park since we didn't have enough change for the meters, and eventually we just parked and went on a mission for change. Until we found out we had just wasted our lives and the parking was free that day. >.<
We got in line, which was in a freaky little back alley, and waited for 2 HOURS until they opened the doors. I was fucking smart and wore chucks and only a sweatshirt. I was NOT happy. Plus, I had to pee REALLY bad. We got inside to find that they had seriously oversold the place for how many people could fit. We shoved our way as close to the front as we could get, so I could not pee...or really move at all. We met a really nice pair of sisters, though. Opening band blahblahblah. 2.5 hours later...HANSON OMG! It was amazing. I completely forgot about being uncomfortable and instead rejoiced in my very close company...dancing, screaming, singing...overall being a 12 year old fangirl. Today, I am quite sore. Fuck tall people, man. I spent the entire time on my tiptoes with my head craning, trying to get a good view of Taylor. WORTH IT, THOUGH. Afterward, I bought some stuff (although I was upset that they ran out of the calendar and shirt I wanted) and we got the fuck out of there. P.S. Zac has an AMAZING smile. Don't know how I'd never realized that before.
Here's where the fun starts. We get to the rotary (fucking weeeird one, btw) and go down the street that we assume is right...forgetting they are one way. Something just didn't seem right...there were headlights coming toward us. Then we noticed the One Way sign. Shit. someone had followed us, as well, but stupidly, when we pulled over, they continued to drive. We saw a cop and were wicked afraid he would pull us over, but since the other person kept going, he went after them. Andrew, once again, was flipping shit and Brandie and I had to calm him down before he would turn the fuck around :P
FINALLY, we're out of Allentown, and I have had to pee for a good 6 hours at this point. I couldn't even feel it anymore. About an hour into the trip we see a rest area, so obviousy we went there. We spent about 45 minutes there eating and peeing and calling some credit card company cuz some person's card was on the ground, and we take what we presume to be the correct exit. Because the all the exits in rest areas go on the same direction of the highway you came in on, right? Yeah, no. THIS particular one had TWO exits, one to the other side of the highway. So, we drove along for about a half hour...until we noticed a tunnel we had gone through already. We freak the fuck out. It was now 2:00 in the morning, and we had just regressed 30 minutes. And missed the little turnaround between lanes. And it was another 42 miles to the next exit. So what do we do? Naturally, we drive over the grass into the other side of the highway. Right there, we lost an hour of our trip. And had to go through a creepy ass tunnel for the 3rd time. We spent the rest of the time trying to keep each other awake. Eventually, Andrew started hallucinating. I'm pretty sure he's still flipping shit about everything.
We didn't get back til 5:00. I didn't fall asleep until 5:45. I got about 2 hours of sleep. I took a 3 hour nap. I'M TIRED. BUT I missed writing and told her the truth about why, so she still let me hand in my homework :)
Ok, to recap:
1) Got lost in Elmira
2) Had a car chase
3) Had to get out of the car at the toll after sitting there forever
4) Got assulted by a hobo
5) Didn't have to pay the fucking meters
6) Stood in the cold for 2 hours
7) Got squished in like sardines in the small ass venue
8) Fucking rocked out. Amazingly.
9) Went the wrong way on a one way
10) Stayed in a rest stop for far too long
11) Went in the WRONG DIRECTION and added an hour to our trip
12) Didn't get home until 5:00am
In conclusion, FUCK PENNSYLVANIA. Yay Hanson!