MMMBOP with your c*ck out

Wow, having a blog is incredibly nerve-wrecking – so much for creative out-pouring and relaxation of the right- side of the brain – it’s damn stressful trying to keep you guys entertained!!

I’d spent the whole week coming up with things to discuss this week. Finally, after debating between my hair removal antics (hilarious but rather exposing!) and my hippy earth-saving philosophies (taking the day off) I settled on elaborating my Britney Spears obsession -only to discover that Lopz seemed to have the same damn idea (piss!).

None the less, I’ll let Lopz win this one, she does after all have tickets to Britney’s World (*ahem, because the USA and UK are the entire world after all*) Tour. You can read Lopz’s blog on Britters here (mine would have been pretty much the same hysterical ranting on how we totally could be Britney’s new BFF’s if she let us and how we understand her shaving her head).

So I am going to go with what song has been stuck in my head since I woke up this morning. Wait for it….

MMMBOP.

Yes. MMMBOP. God knows how these little HANSON bastards got into my brain after my sub-conscious had been trying to suppress them for over 15 years.

Unfortunately my actual conscious has never really been able to forget those frightening years… the 100’s posters of Taylor Hanson on my wall Geez, now that I look back it was quite obvious that the kid had some serious sexuality problems – he looks like a f*ing girl! Maybe it was hormonal? (his, not mine!) > Let’s not forget to mention those fantastic, happy lyrics like “can you tell me, yes, you can, no you don’t know, which flowers going to grow” <I bet right now, over 50 of you read that sentence and remember the whole damn song! ha ha ha catchy little buggers eh?>

In the essence of research I have actually pulled out my HANSON CDs to take a trip down memory lane.. yes that is plural CDs people – I was such a huge fan, I had every single album, including their garage indie recordings <that they made when they were like, 5> and their limited edition Christmas album that I had to get especially imported into South Africa in time for Christmas. I also had their home video which they made using their own camcorders (so Blair Witch and they didn’t even know it yet)  *sigh* now that I look back, I realise that my now-obsession with Britney is nothing compared to my love for Taylor Hanson.

So what happened to these brothers anyway? Since they were loaded before they were 12 and never had to work again, I would imagine they spent their youth smoking crack and throwing darts at photos of those damn annoying Jonas brothers.  I am sure you will be as surprised as I am to discover that they still have a live website: www.hanson.net – Good lord, these guys are actually making money AND music! They have just released their latest album and Bono has called their music genius (OMFG how the hell is this happening?)  and they are involved in so many charity projects and stuff.  It appears these little tykes are all grown up and stilll kicking ass in the country music world.

Ah, Ike Hanson – he was the most unfortunate looking creature to ever get a recording contract… I remember Sandfrog and myself would spend hours drawing pictures of him as a giant sea-creature destroying towns with his face… *good times* When they used to sing Where’s the Love, it was definitely about him. Apparently he found someone to mate with and has 2 kids… not to bad looking any more though I guess. Probably used all his childhood money on plastic surgery to fix his mug.

Taylor and Zac were cuties, apparently they are also married, with 2 kids each as well. That’s enough for 2 more HANSON bands. Heavy days.

Well I am actually pretty damn glad to see these guys doing so well – despite the stick, they are a really talented bunch of guys. And they certainly got better looking over time (except poor Zac I am afraid) And after listening to their first album, I realise why they made it big in the first place. It’s no longer my thing, but it definitely deserved my devotion at the time. And I will happily admit to you guys (but no one else) that I Will Come To You is one of the best love songs ever written!

To frank, I reckon those little Jonas punks are just Hanson wannabes (come on, 3 squeaky clean brothers from the South singing about virginity? So 1992! Kids want to hear about crack cocaine and popping caps in people’s asses. Plus the Jonas Brothers sounds like they have swallowed 7 caps of acid.

So… MMMBop out with your cock out

PS> Sandfrog, I dedicate this post to you. It’s what Ike would have wanted.

xxx

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