I have an obsession.
You might think it’d be blogging, but relatively speaking, blogging is just a blip on the radar where my main obsession is concerned. Star Wars? Lord of the Rings? They’re all in the same boat as blogging.
I’ll give you a hint about my obsession — it’s a group of guys that were once popular for being a blonde haired singing trio from Oklahoma.
Still stumped? I’ll give you another hint: MMMBop.
Assuming you haven’t blocked out that period of 1997-1998 when that song was played nonstop, then you surely know who I’m talking about now — Hanson. I was 13 when they came on the scene and instantly
became infatuated took a liking to them. I was never one of the shrieky girls, but my room was basically wallpapered over with Hanson posters and pinups (let’s just say that my dad was less than thrilled with the fact that I used thumbtacks to hang and rehang everything), so I definitely had it bad.
It’s been 20 years since Hanson released that single (and they’ve released a few albums in that period on their independent label, lest you think they disappeared), and they’re having a worldwide tour to celebrate the anniversary. Since it had been 10 years since I saw one of their shows, I bought tickets for my husband, my son, and myself as soon as they were released. The fact that it was going to be Little Man’s first concert made it extra exciting. (Assuming we don’t count the Hanson concert he was present for in my womb, anyway.)
And then we found out that Little Man’s soccer jamboree was going to be the day after the concert. Since the games are usually in the morning, it didn’t seem like going to the concert would work out. We’d either get home at 2:30 in the morning, since the venue is three hours away, or have to get up super early and head home. Neither of those were desirable, obviously, since either one would leave Little Man exhausted — not exactly how you want to feel when playing a soccer game. Gah. I told my husband to cancel the hotel room and that I could sell the tickets.
Fortunately, my husband isn’t so quick to throw up his hands and admit defeat. Being the awesome person that he is, he contacted the person over the jamboree scheduling and got us a late game, ensuring that Little Man would be able to get reasonably rested up. The show must go on and all of that, right?
While talking about the concert and jamboree plans with Little Man, my husband mentioned that I had thought about selling the tickets and not going. His reaction totally cracked me up.
Now we know that my love for people is measured by my willingness to miss a Hanson concert.
I had planned posting this earlier in the week, but life got too busy. The concert was Friday night, and it was amazeballs. Little Man was able to stand in the front row and had a couple of cool moments with one of the guys in the band. It was a great first concert for him, one that will be hard to top. Also in case you’re wondering, women in their late 20s and early 30s don’t shriek as loudly as they did 20 years ago, but it’s still bad enough for a hard-of-hearing person to have to cover her ears at times. Yeesh.
I’m not going to bother doodling the concert, so here are some pictures from the show:
So, what’s the best concert you’ve ever been to?