|Hanson in Chicago, Aug. 2010|
It started at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere. Okay, not quite. That’d probably be a better story. To be honest, I’m not really sure exactly where “it” started. Maybe my memories have faded over the past 15 years, or maybe there was never really a moment “it” truly began. I just remember turning 13 years old at the start of May 1997 and realizing every last one of my friends was obsessed with this band called Hanson.
I thought they looked – and sounded – like girls.
But as the days went by and my friends hit the teenie bopper stage at full force, I set aside my Beach Boys cassette tapes, flipped my radio dial from the oldies station to Top 40 and joined them, beginning a musical ride that has shaped my life in every way imaginable.
And that’s why, 15 years later, I still love those three boys from Tulsa, Oklahoma just as much as the day I purchased my first Hanson album – because they’ve made me the girl I am and given me a place in this world where I belong.
First and foremost, this stellar harmony is why I fell – and fell hard – for them the first time around. (Thank you, Beach Boys obsession.) [Read more…]