A little over a week ago I drove out to LA for the night so I could go to a Hanson concert. I always have to laugh when I think about all the years and money spent being a Hanson fan. Two of my best friends, who I’ve known for over 20 years, and I always get together to go to at least one Hanson concert when they hit the LA area every couple of years. We do still love the music, the new stuff is pretty good, but for the most part we love the tradition that we’ve created over the last 15 years and the nostalgia that comes along with it.
Our Hanson concert experience generally includes annoying the crap out of “real” Hanson fans by making fun of Hanson, saying things like “Ew, an Isaac song!” and just generally not being hardcore enough for the girls around us. Now that we’re old enough to drink? Forget about it. We’re somewhere between the girls in the front who are die hard Hanson fans and the people in the back who have to stand around looking cool and refusing to have fun. It’s kind of hard to find out where we fit in and it’s so funny because while we have the “Hanson fan” stereotype figured out and totally make fun of it, I’m sure people think the same of us. This time we were the annoying girls dancing and having a blast in the back with all the “too cool” kids around us who just nod along and sip their beverages.
Then there was the part where we had some interaction with the bands little brother and I have to say that was the most immaturely entertaining part of the night. Here we are, in our mid to late 20’s, giggling because we talked to a non-famous Hanson for a couple of seconds and spent too much time by the bar ordering drinks and eavesdropping on an awkward conversation between Hanson’s little brother and some chick he was trying to pick up. I guess we regress in age a little bit each time we go to see a show, but what can I say? We have fun.
Thanks for the good times, Hanson, see you in a few years!
P.S. if you can get good pictures in a dark concert, you’re a wizard.