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HANSON Day is almost here! We are just about a week away, so there is no more time for second guessing, board that plane, get in a car, climb that gangplank, or start hitchhiking, whatever it takes as long as you come to Tulsa and HANSON Day!
Even with all we have shared about HDay so far, we decided to add one more mini event to the schedule. Building off the theme for the 2019 members EP, In Real Life, we have created a VR experience for all of you to enjoy. Members who visit the gallery on Friday, May 18th will have a chance to watch a special video for the song Compromise from the new EP, using a VR head set. Space will be limited, but don’t fret, we are working on a way to share the video with everyone around the world soon so stay tuned for that. We are thrilled about letting you all see this cool piece of technology, but even more than that we want to get you in on the game.
Throughout the weekend, our friends at Steelhouse Productions will also be capturing footage for a special 360 VR documentary about HANSON and this amazing community of music fans. Keep a look out and you will see them filming during many of the events as well as asking members to share their stories about the way our music has been meaningful in their life throughout the past 27 years.
If you would like to be involved, have a memory or story you would like to share, or have a lyric that exemplifies your connection to HANSON, look for the blog featuring this project on Hanson.net, comment there and maybe your story will become part of the project
We are really looking forward to sharing so much music throughout the festivities with the Storytellers show next Thursday, it’s gonna be a great way to start things off. See you in Tulsa Soon.
Isaac, Taylor And Zac
Please put your stories/memories in the VR Documentary blog comments, please. That's where they will be looking for your stories.
This time around, I want to speak up and shout it out
Thank you to the brothers, for your music and art.
Been hooked for years, we can never part.
I can tell you one thing, I'm much better with your songs.
I grew up with you; laughed with you, cried with you
fought, feared, and loved with you.
I've had faith because of you.
I still struggle, socially awkward, been a little bit, weird
yes, it's true
BUT I work harder because of you.
I've been anxious, worried, been strong enough to break.
I stumble, trip, fall, but then
I hear the siren call
Your music helps me get through.
There are so many relationships in this life,
I'm so glad this one WILL last.
Thank you Hanson.
It was April of 1997 when I was only 11 and sitting in my dad's car in the back seat next to my sister when MMMbop came on. It took me weeks to find out who sang the song. Once I heard the name, I just made sure it got stuck in my head. My mom bought me the album and I would listen to it on repeat. I remember my dad buying me shirts and magazines with your faces on them. I've ask him to take me to a concert but he said no. In April of 1998, my dad got diagnose with colon cancer. The news hit me hard, I was afraid to lose my dad and that when another band came out and I've put Hanson on the back burner.
Although I would tell everyone that I don't like Hanson, deep down I still did. My dad was told he would pass in the summer of 1998 but he out beat the odds a year later. I kept With You In Your Dreams on repeat and cried for days, weeks, and months.
May 9, 2000 was my 15th birthday. My aunt gave me the album, This Time Around. It was weird and hard for me to listen to Hanson new music without my dad but I grew to it.
Now here we are... 2019. I have bought all of the studio albums the day they came out, went to my first concert in 2013 during the Anthem tour, went to my first Hanson Day in 2014, met countless of fans and turns them into friends, had my daughter in 2015, won a meet and greet in 2017 for the Dallas show and got my TTA booklet signed. Next week my daughter will get to see her first Hanson show at Hop Jam and as for a parent who is a fan, I'm excited.
Lancaster, pa, US
It started at a bus stop in Lancaster pa. I was 12 years old listening to middle of nowhere on my CD player Walkman waiting for the bus too school. I had a long ride so listening to music helped it go by quick...I couldn’t get enough! Their music spoke to me at 12 years old. I started to continue to buy their cds and was a huge fan. Now I’m 33 with 2 kids and a husband. I continued to listen to your music throughout my adulthood. It has helped me get through the most difficult times of my life. Last year I went to my 1st Hanson day. It was amazing. I meet women from all over the world. We stayed in contact and needless to say I will be joining them this coming Wednesday to begin our 2nd Hanson day together. Not only have you saved my life with your music and words but you also helped me meet amazing women from all over the world. Please stay humble.kind. And always true too your roots. That’s the Hanson we all know and love. You took a bet on us and we took a bet on you! Your music means something and that we the fans thank you for!
I have always found relevancy with Hanson's music, but none hit harder than 2013 and 2014. After experiencing an 11+ year breakup and wedding cancellation, I was almost 30 and my life took a 180. I ended the relationship and I knew from the start it was best for me, but it was still painful and life altering.
The Anthem album really became my own anthem. I cried on the floor holding my dog, listening to that album. Dumping what was left of my ex's stuff, listening to that album. Reorganized and decorated my apartment to make it my own, listening to that album. I started running and then trained for a half marathon, listening to that album. My biggest motivators were Fired Up, You Can't Stop Us, and Scream and Be Free. They helped motivate me to move forward and go to work every day, and they empowered me to stand tall and carve my own future. Scream and Be Free was the most personal; The lyric's "If you're always living for tomorrow, you're gonna miss right now. If we're only looking in the mirror, we'll never see ourselves" really held the mirror to my face. I realized I was so into making a future and marriage work, that I was avoiding the day-to-day problems right in front of me that was deteriorating all of that.
That following year, I decided to treat myself to Hanson Day and feed by soul, and boy did it! It turned into a bonding trip for my sister and I, and I met so many wonderful people who I am friends with today. The community really helped me where I felt some close to home couldn't because they didn't know how to be supportive. The members EP that year was Music Made For Humans, and my favorites were On The Road and Panic In The Streets, and for very different reasons. On The Road expressed a metaphorical road for myself, referencing striking independence, time for contemplation, and on the road I'll find myself. Panic In The Streets I always interpreted about my ex and the karma that would come his way. I knew some of his secrets that he wouldn't admit to, a reckoning was coming, and he had so many changing to right wrongs and never took them. Eventually it would all come for him, his guilt doing the damage itself.
The music and the community around it brought me to where I am now, typing this. I am all the more richer in music, experiences, and friendships because of it.
My first Hanson concert in 97 my dad rented us a limo I never been in a limo before and we were pretty excited when we pulled in a lot of the fans thought we were HANSON They were looking at us and screaming at us like we were HANSON Everybody screams so loud at the show because we all had little girl voices and it was Absolutely Crazy it was at Shoreline...On the way back we took the limo thru McDonalds! A few years later I was going in for a Heart Surgery and My mom had to stay home to take care of my grandma but my friend and her mom took us to LA to the HOB Concert on SunSet, The next day we went back to the venue to take pics outside thinking everyone was gone and while we were there HANSON pulls up! We were like What are you doing here and they were like What are you doing here LOL...We got are pictures taken it really made going back home for the heart surgery a lot easier!! We Were lucky a few years later to have them come to the Phonix Theater in Petaluma which is very close to are house and we got to do a walk around are town!! Ive made so many good fanson friends at concerts and on walks and online because of them Ive been able to go to Tulsa a few times. I have a condition known as VCFS/22q it means part of a chromosome is missing so i have some issues with learning and with my heart and lately with pain but being a part of Hanson.net has made my life a lot of fun!! In 2017 I was so lucky to have Isaac sing "Weird" with me at karaoke, I was so happy and the fans were so happy for me! I have been trained in my day program to be a performer, I dance and act and sing, I think that has helped me be able to sing with him without fainting!!!! I have a great finance , named Adam, who helps me get around in Tulsa and everywhere. I was born to GO DO BE!!!
It warms my heart to be able to share this story, probably for the 10th time through out my life, but it is something I share with anyone who asks "Why Hanson?"
As a teenager, I held onto moments, glimpses and almost a daydream versus reality to get myself through some of the worst times in my life. The ability to get through hinges on what we can hide in when the time gets tough, and what can push us through when we need it most, when we feel like we can't anymore. Thankfully, Hanson entered my life right when I needed it, before I knew I did.
In 1997 I was tormented almost daily from my older sister, Christina, about how lame I was for liking some poppy tunes, coming from the 15 year old who blasted her Metallica whenever she got a chance. At the time I didn't understand that tastes were relative, and how dare she not accept this music. So her loud, banging hair metal bands were usually in competition to my soulful, well-produced, favorite band of siblings. She didn't recognize the art, the craft, just as much as I hadn't even tried to understand the lyrics of "Enter Sandman". How dare she not even give my band a try. I never gave up, and probably seemed more annoying than just typical sibling hard-eye-roll inducing behavior. I needed her to just listen.
She didn't... for the good part of a year. I didn't give up though. I hammered the songs, the television appearances I recorded from the VCR, the photos in the magazines, absolutely anything to show her, flood her brain, anything... just so she can understand the connection... maybe even just a little bit, I didn't expect her to understand all of it, the borderline obsession, the song on repeat over... and over... and over... No, I just wanted her to hear it and feel the relief from life like I did.
Our family was grieving and recovering from the lost of one of the kids, our older sister, Mandy in a car wreck in August of 1996. I held onto Hanson, their music, the album I received for my birthday in July of 1997... and I let it devour me, and take me away from the loss, the craziness that was hard for me to understand at 10-11 years old. I needed the escape. I wanted to escape with my only sister I had left.
Christmas of 1997 was pretty valuable to me. It was the last Christmas my step dad, my mother and my sister were together in one room. It was also the Christmas my mother showered me in gifts like a hand-me-down TV with built in VCR, and surprised me with Tulsa, Tokyo and the Middle of Nowhere, which I played on repeat (back when you have to play it, rewind it, play it again...) for all of Christmas break.
I begged Chrissy to watch it with me, after I held her against her will to watch the taped Hanson Christmas Special off of ABC. She obliged... begrudgingly. But she did... And I would glance over at her and smile during the times I thought she would too... and every once in awhile she did. Toward the end when I would get a little squirmy during the Beacon Theatre concert, I'd pick out which girls I wished I was... and how they were just so so lucky to go to this concert, and mom would never go with me, on and on I'd go... about wishing to be a part of the community I envisioned Hanson fans created amongst themselves.
Halfway through the Beacon Theatre show she asks me, somewhat shocked: "You really like these guys don't you?" And I nodded in excitement and almost shouted "Of course!!" Then she gives me a nudge with her shoulders and says probably the most important promise I was ever given at 11 years old, "I'm going to take you to that show. Promise! I love how happy they make you."
Wow. You see, she and I always were at an age where we didn't truly embrace our differences, and found that we just wouldn't ever be close. She got into some troubled times growing up, and I was a book worm, learned how to do web design by practice, and loved a teeny bopper band she could never fully embrace. We started to grow closer after she said that magical but probably empty promise in my bedroom while watching my most favorite video from my most favorite band. We were getting close to the point where I was pretty sure she was going to move back in with us, after she had been with our father for the last four years. I missed her... I was ready!
April 8th 1998, on Christina's 16th birthday, she came to the house, joked around a bit, and talked to my mom, and I remember she asked again about moving back in. My mother of course wanted to make sure she understood school was mandatory, and she can't be running around with the friends that seem to get her into trouble... and it seemed like she would be happier with us anyway.
April 11th, 1998, I walked the four blocks across the train tracks from my mom's to my dad's to ask if Chrissy was going to come say hi to mom later, but as she ran out the door, I could tell she was upset at my dad. She got into the driver's side of her friend's car, waved me off, said sorry she would be back, and drove off. I waved her off, and asked what happened and my dad shrugged and said she was upset about being grounded.
That night, while out bowling with my dad, the lady at the counter called out my name and said to get my father. He said he was up next and told me to tell the lady that he can call her back. The lady shook her head vigorously at me, when I relayed the message, and she exclaimed "No! This can't wait. Chrissy was in a car wreck!" I ran from the desk and to my dad and yelled the same thing back to him, and he wasn't there... he was blank, he wasn't responding, he was in shock... and he didn't rush like I wanted him to. He didn't run to the phone like I begged him to, he wouldn't budge... why wouldn't he go? Why wouldn't he stop?
I ran to the bathroom, I cried, I ran to the front desk and called my mom to come pick me up... I needed to hear that everything was okay. She was good at that. She was good at telling me everything is okay even if it wasn't. Even if she didn't know. Even if she believed it wasn't okay.
Fast forward to about 10pm that night, we saw on the news the mess of metal that was the car I saw my sister drive away with earlier that day. I broke down instantly, and ran to my room and blasted track 12, and cried under my blanket, with my head under my pillow. I bawled. I knew. I knew she wasn't okay. The news anchor couldn't give names, but one person died, and two others were injured. I felt the bad luck... I felt she wasn't okay.
Shortly after, maybe ten minutes later, my father and the police arrive to our door, and my mother told me to go back in after I crept my way past the threshold. It was at that moment I could confirm I lost my other sister. In her memory I requested With You In Your Dreams to be played at her funeral, and it was. Forever that song helps me through loss and pain, no matter the relationship.
Fast forward through the grief, my parents divorce, the trials and tribulations of life, and of course the accomplishments and excitement as well... Here I am at 32, three kiddos of my own, an incredible, selfless and loving man and best friend to call my partner through life, and I'm on my way to Hanson weekend meeting my best friend and so many other amazing people that I remember wishing I was in 1997 watching TTMON on my small 18 inch television with a built in VCR.
Time doesn't heal everything. It helps... it's helped... and my escape... you guys... your music, the community you guys have created... that's helped tremendously. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the memories my sister and I developed before she died months later. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have my very best friend, Jenna, who I'm so excited to see this Thursday. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have music to share with my own children, to dance to, and get excited about. To relate to, to have conversations about... to help my 14-year-old through her experiences, good and bad.
I don't want to sound cheesy, and I'm sure I will... even though the impact seems little... the little things in life just wouldn't be the same at all if it weren't for you guys. From what I listen to during a certain time of year, to the lyrics I recite when I want to remember things are going to be okay, to looking at photos and videos of friends and I having the time of our life in Tulsa Oklahoma every year.
I remember her... at every concert... and for the first time recently With You In Your Dreams was performed live at Hanson weekend. Of course I broke down and cried and felt so loved, and at home and okay... it came full circle for me. I felt healing... I felt a hello from her... and like I have been saying to Chrissy since I started going to shows that "Now I've taken you to the show."
Thank you for the show.
After reading so many of your stories I still feel like such a newbie!
I discovered Hanson in October of 2013! I saw them on the show "Cupcake Wars." Yup. That's where it all started for me, lol. I was obviously impressed because I looked them up to check out their music after watching the show. I was hooked instantly. I recognized "MMMBop" (I was 6 in 1997 so I must have heard it at some point in my life). I think the thing for me is I have absolutely no stereotype on Hanson. I had no idea who they were before I discovered them so I could appreciate their music with no judgment or pre-conceived notion (no jokes about their hair and high voices, etc.). I only have love and deep respect for them. And I'm so happy for them! You can see how far they have come and it has been through years of consistent hard work and remaining true to themselves. Not many "stars" in Hollywood can say the same thing, I'm almost positive about that! The smartest thing Hanson ever did was not move to LA!
Hanson's music is special. It has a way of "speaking" my emotions for me. I will never forget the first time I heard their song "Strong Enough to Break." The words felt so personal to me. Like they were written just for me. To me, that song is all about overcoming. It has given me strength and courage many times over the years. I have a lot of fears and anxieties. I suffer with mental health illness. So many of Hanson's songs have given me a voice. I struggle to know how to express myself. I was just listening to their song "Weird" the other day and thought how perfectly it describes my anxiety disorder because my anxiety has always made me feel weird and different. "When you live in a cookie cutter world being different you can't win. So you don't stand out but you don't fit in." That line has always blown me away! How did those young kids think of something like that!? It's such deep, intense stuff. They have always been beyond their years.
I'm grateful that Hanson has always remained true to themselves. They haven't allowed others to change or influence them. I am so happy I found them. Their music really speaks to me on another level. I have only ever attended one Hanson Day event (2017) and that is where I saw them live for the first time. They were amazing and I want to see them again! I think they are for sure a band you have to see live! Take your friends and family who don't "get" why you love Hanson so much to a live show and I'm sure they will begin to understand why.
Reading the stories of other fans and their connection to Hanson, it is clear to me that they are so much more than just a band. They are an inspiration. I love that they are different and unique. What they do for their fans is different. Their music is different. Hanson are a HUGE inspiration to me. They inspire me to dream big! They make me want to believe in myself and go after my goals and dreams! And they make me believe that I actually can. They have proven that hard work pays off and success comes in all shapes and sizes. That happiness is found in doing what you love with the people you love. To take the road less traveled. To take risks, because sometimes they pay off. Their positivity and genuine love for what they do are so refreshing and inspiring to see. Their passion helps fuel the fire of my own passions! They fill me with an excitement and optimism that I haven't felt since I was very young. They bring out that inner child in me and I am so grateful for that! I limit myself far too often because of my doubts and fears and challenges. Hanson tells me that I can do it! That "I was born to do and go and be" someone unlike anyone has ever been! That I matter and am important and have a place and role in this world. They remind me to "hold onto to the ones who really care" because "in the end they're the only ones there." I hope Hanson never, ever stops what they do because my soul feeds off their passion, creativity and energy! I love them.
It is rare you come across a band like Hanson. And I'm so happy I did!! Hanson has given me a voice when I didn't have one.
Music has healing powers. There's research behind the fact that music can relieve pain. I truly believe in the power of thought and prayer, and listening to music with your whole heart can do just that. My entire life story is proof.
I was emotionally abused as a child. My mother struggled with mental illness and as an only child of a single parent, I was her sounding board, her therapist. Music was always my escape. Michael, Janet, Paula, Whitney...you could find me with my Walkman any day of the week. As my mother fell deeper into depression, I struggled with anxiety and anorexia. When I was 10, my mother moved us away from my hometown, and my entire extended family. We were isolated, and I spent a lot of time alone. I used to lay in my bedroom and pray for help. After another move, at the age of 12, I, too, was depressed. I used to wish I hadn't been born, because then I wouldn't feel this pain. I was dangerously underweight, living with a heart condition caused by my low weight and anxiety, and lived in fear that "people would take me away" if they knew the truth. I hid my true home life from my friends, my teachers, everyone. I was alone from 5:30am to 7pm, since my mom worked almost 2 hours away. My lowest point was when a UPS delivery man started coming to my door every afternoon and telling me he knew I was home, and alone, and I better open the door and let him in. I was terrified of what would happen to me if I did, so I stopped going outside.
And then one morning, while I was brushing my teeth, I had MTV on and I heard the first few notes of MMMBop. It was a new song, so I came out to listen. The toothbrush hung out of my mouth and I just watched. I don't know what it was...but this song woke up something inside of me that I forgot was there...hope.
I got the album (cassette, of course, for my Walkman!), and listened to it non-stop. Hanson became my lifeline. I started eating again, and within a year had double my weight and was finally in a healthy place again. My heart murmur resolved. I went to my first concert, the Live from Albertane Tour in Seattle, and was in absolute heaven (despite not being able to hear the music over the screaming!).
As I grew up, so did Hanson. They continued to work on their song writing, their connection with their fans, the depth of themes in their music. They didn’t just feel like role models to me, but peers as well. I signed up for MOE and devoured each issue that came out. I was fascinated by the behind the scenes photos and details on the new records, and eagerly anticipated new releases! As a senior in high school, I was the captain of my dance team, but I was taken out of the season as a dancer due to debilitating mysterious back injury that caused me to struggle with walking. Like most young people my age, Hanson was going through their share of trials and tribulations at the same time, too.
In 2003, I moved across the country to go to college in Boston to become a teacher. Being on my own for the first time, working three jobs to pay for school, it was terrifying and thrilling at the same time. I loved the independence, but it was not without its difficulty. I began to get severe migraines, kidney stones, and ovarian cysts. I powered through the pain, but barely had time for anything else. One day, I heard that Hanson would be coming to my university to share their documentary. What a great opportunity! I shyly joined other fans I had no idea existed in the basement of the student union, and watched with heartache as my favorite band had struggled so much to make their next album. How had I missed this?! When the guys came out to take questions, it seemed like they were larger than life. I actually got called on, and could not tell you to this day what I asked or what Zac replied. My heart raced and all I could think was that my childhood heroes were talking to me!
After graduating from college, my mysterious illnesses continued to show up frequently. I was diagnosed with Endometriosis, and warned I would struggle to have children. It seemed I had more ovarian cysts than ever before, and kidney stones constantly. But still, music was my therapy and helped keep my mind off of my pain.
In 2010, while working as a preschool teacher, I sprained my back and was put on medical leave for most of the year. Suddenly, I had infinite time on my hands! While I struggled to recover, I joined hanson.net and caught myself up on all the exclusive music, videos, and blogs written by the guys. It was a great time to reconnect with the music, and it got me through days where I could barely stand. I was well enough to attend the Shout It Out tour on Cape Cod, and attended my first Walk. It was a challenge, to say the least, but it was the first time that Isaac, Taylor and Zac just felt like real people. They casually joined the eager fans, chatted, and finished it all up with an inspiring call to action. It was a wonderful day, finished off with an incredible concert! The experience gave me the boost of positive energy I really needed!
Fast forward two years later, and I needed that positive energy again. A year after my mother was in the hospital for attempted suicide, I lost my grandfather to an aggressive form of leukemia. It seemed like the difficult times in life were crashing over me like a tidal wave, pushing me down again and again. My doctor suspected another ovarian cyst was cancer, and I underwent my first surgery for endometriosis. Thankfully, it was not cancerous, but I was diagnosed with stage iii endometriosis and told to try for a baby immediately. My anxiety and anorexia returned, although having been through counseling, I was able cope with my eating disorder well enough to make it through.
My then-boyfriend and I made the decision to give up the dream wedding we had hoped for and had a small ceremony two weeks later. I had always dreamed that my grandfather would walk me down the aisle, so I included a locket with his picture on my bouquet. We began our battle with infertility with high hopes that quickly turned sour. My endometriosis quickly returned, and I struggled with intense pain, at times not being able to breathe or roll over in bed. I began my quest for more information, and underwent my second surgery June 2013. What my surgeon found was astounding: 20 different endometriosis lesions spread on every organ in my pelvis, including my ureters. I was lucky to have a skilled surgeon who hoped we would be on the road to recovery, and baby, soon.
I attended the Anthem tour in Boston that summer, going on my second Walk feeling better than I ever had! Tears filled my eyes as we stood around in a huge crowd listening to Taylor’s inspiring speech once again. At the concert, Zac sang On and On, and I was filled with a great sense of hope. I felt healthy and whole enough to jump with no inhibitions during In The City…what joy! A few months later, I woke up and took a pregnancy test, and it was positive! I couldn’t believe my dreams had finally come true. I had been hoping to be a mother my entire life, and things were finally falling into place.
That sense of hope was short lived. Just six weeks into my pregnancy, I miscarried. The deep ache, the pain, the hormonal surges were overwhelming, and suddenly, I was empty. I would never know what it was like to carry my baby to term and hold her in my arms. Hanson’s music got me through yet another difficult time in my life, and ushered me into one that I never thought possible. Over the next year, we tried and tried again to get pregnant, but it just wasn’t happening for us. Despite a lot of effort, I went into my third endometriosis surgery broken in body and in spirit. I awoke to learn I had a bowel resection and that 60% of my right ovary was now gone. Ten weeks later, I had an emergency gall bladder removal and I don’t remember ever feeling so utterly exhausted and defeated. We made one final effort, supported with a fertility drug, but it was fruitless, and my body began to ache all over. “I’m done,” I finally told my husband. Enough is enough.
As holiday season 2014 approached, we began the process of being licensed for foster care adoption. We made our annual trek to Disney (another source of joy in our crazy life!), and I left with a sprained ankle. “You couldn’t write a story like mine!” I thought. Weeks went by, Christmas came and went, and my ankle didn’t get better. I began having other strange symptoms and migraines, I felt like I was falling apart. Doctor by doctor, I came closer to something that was coming all my life, a reason why I had been so unlucky: Ehlers Danlos Syndrome.
After what felt like weeks pouring over the internet and rereading test after test, undergoing painful spinal taps and medication changes, losing my ability to work, worry that I would never feel better, I stumbled upon the term and found a geneticist who officially diagnosed me with EDS, a genetic connective tissue disorder. Defective collagen in the body manifested as easily dislocated joints, abnormally soft and stretchy vasculature, problems with digestion and autonomic functioning…it explained so much about my body! With definitive answers and a new expectation for life, I began intense specialized PT, changed the age group of children we could adopt, and went on the search for our forever family.
That summer, we were finally matched with our children: a sibling group of three, ages 3, 6, and 7. Nothing could have prepared me for the journey ahead, of learning how to help my children cope and heal from their trauma, and learning how to heal from my own. Each of my children struggle with PTSD, and my youngest with a significant attachment disorder. Thinking about growing up and handling intense stress, I shared music with my children. I showed them how music had helped me cope and calm myself in times of great stress. My children quickly caught on to Hanson’s music, started imitating them playing musical instruments, and eventually taking up violin and piano themselves. It helped us through one of the toughest times we could have faced as a family: a life threatening injury.
Shortly after my children joined our family, I learned that I had several serious spinal abnormalities: tethered spinal cord, Chiari malformation (which effects the brain), and cranio-cervical instability. I had surgery in 2016 to correct my tethered cord, and shortly after was rendered bed-bound by my worsening CCI. I don’t know how we remained sane and closely knit through all of that stress, but I do know that Hanson played a major role. When I lay in my bed, crying that I may not wake up from surgery, racked with guilt that I would leave my children without yet another mother, Hanson’s music got me through. The community on hanson.net became supportive, a place I could go to talk about life and music. I kept my spirits high by preparing for the Middle of Everywhere tour, where my older two children joined me, and seeing Hanson perform at EPCOT. After everything we had been through, Hanson was there. When I Was Born came out, it was all my kids could sing! We wore matching t-shirts to the parks and partied during the show. It was a great family event.
The messages that Hanson have in their music, of struggle, triumph, overcoming life’s obstacles, fighting for what you believe in, these messages helped shape the person I am today. I am a person who takes life’s most tragic twists and turns, and looks for the light at the end of the tunnel. Hanson has become that light for me. This past year, my husband and two eldest children attended String Theory. The album spoke to me like nothing else: “When you’re up against the wall/ staring down the firing squad/ they ask you for your final verse/ be brave, tell them to do their worst!” While I cheered and cried during Breaktown from the audience, my thoughts were with my youngest child, who was in the hospital struggling with her mental illness. I felt guilty for leaving her, but my husband promised me this was a necessary thing for us all to keep going. He waited with us after the show for two hours in the freezing cold so I could fulfill a wish 21 years in the making: to meet Hanson.
Admittedly, my son was miserable. He was tired and freezing, so we let him play Pokemon on his switch the entire time. My daughter didn’t need any motivation: she’s a die hard fan too! She didn’t care about the cold! Finally, as they were moving the trucks out of the alley, Zac came out. I shouted at him to come play switch with us, and over he came! He chatted about Mewtwo and I was mortified that my son didn’t offer him the console, but Zac was so kind about it. We got a picture with Zac and he made a video saying hi to my youngest child in the hospital. Taylor came out next and greeted my children with so much respect and kindness. He called my husband Papa Bear and we snagged another photo. After such a long time, it was great to be able to just say hello and thank the guys for their time and creativity. After all this time, with as much as I have looked up to them over the years, it almost feels like greeting old friends…with a little touch of the butterflies.
I’ll never be able to put into words what that moment meant to me (even this isn’t doing it justice), but I hope they know what they mean to all of us. I had plans to go to Hanson Day for the first time this year, but I found out I needed another spinal cord surgery, and can’t travel for the rest of the year. I have my Back to the Island tickets, and I am looking at the light at the end of the tunnel…until the next one! Thank you so much! Much love and respect! xoxo