You are MMMBop! You're fun, you're a classic, and sometimes you just don't make any sense. You tend to get on people's nerves, but deep down, they know they love you!
You're a New York City Trendster. All of the bands you like are from New York or sound like it. You're probably the least indie, but still pretty cool. I mean, despite our backlash, we love these bands too. And yes, Julian Casablancas is hot.
After stumbling down the wrong turn in life, you've had your mind
opened to a number of strange and curious things. As life grows curiouser and curiouser,
you have to ask yourself what's real and what's the picture of illusion. Little is coming
to your aid in discerning fantasy from fact, but the line between them is so blurry that
it's starting not to matter. Be careful around rabbit holes and those who smile to much,
and just avoid hat shops altogether.
You are Victoria of England. You are not afraid of hard work but still have time for the arts. You are very open with your emotions but if you get hurt once you find it hard to get back up again. You bring peace, ease and prosperity to the world. As is said of Queen Victoria by A.J. Balfour, 'She passed away, I believe, without an enemy in the world, for those who love not England love her'. Please rate my quiz.
You are from the Renaissance time period. 'Renaissance' means 'rebirth' in french though you might not have been reborn, you look for new and exciting things. You appreciate the Arts. You sometimes spend too much time on material things, but usually work hard for it and deserve it. You 'see the big picture'. Sometimes oyu are little confused, though, because so many new things are coming your way and you don't want to deal with them.
You belong somewhere out in the world, exploring and learning and spreading the knowledge that you find. When you love, that love will join you in your quest and believe as you do in a world of spiritual energy that is stronger than anything humanity could normally even conceive, although you may be able to. Council those you encounter, give them your wisdom, and stay true to yourself.
Slippers- happy, sweet, and adorable, you are well loved by everyone. People cannot help but like you. You love to be surrounded by people that love you, who- in your case- is anyone. [please vote! thank you! :)]
Your a playful unicorn! Wow, you must like games very much. All playful unicorns live near oceans or lakes and are all open to humans and other cretures. Playful unicorns tend to like to play alot with any human or animal, but quite frankly, most of the time, thats all they do. Playful unicorns are very nice and kind, and always like to help. Sometimes they tend to be lazy, but who doesnt? Playful unicorns horns, if drank from, can detect poison and turn green. All playful unicorns, unlike other unicorns, know the human speech very well, and always seem to stay in the phase of a child.
Your Energy is Pink. You have achieved a perfect balance between spiritual awareness and material existence. You are usually affectionate and warm, showing compassion and love for others. Others find you genuine, cooperative and friendly. You are a humanitarian and you possess a deep understanding of life. You may aspire to philanthropy, or you may find yourself heading or volunteering for agencies that create change for the good of the whole. You are a leader and are willing to take on much responsibility.
Your a Magical Angel!Out of all the angels, you are the one most afflicted with magic. You can do many enchantments as well as sorcery. You cant do black magic, because even though your not so "pure" your still an angel. A very kind and curious one at that. Magical Angels are always very easy-going with humans, but intrestingly enough, like to expirement with them with their spells.
You need to learn more about past music. You have a vague idea but just because it's old doesn't mean it's not good. Late 60s, early 70s were the heights
You're Barry. Loud, obnoxious, your style is to bulldoze any opposition to your choices and thoughts. You enjoy getting up late and plan to be part of a band.
Do I really need to talk about how "awesome"/"radical"/"wonderful" my trip was? How "kickass"/"rocking"/"insane" the concert was? Because they were all of those things. I had a mind-blowingly fun time, and everyone (with the minor exception of certain very loud people behind me on the train) were really very very nice and enjoyable to be around. Nattie has put all other possible travelling companions to SHAME, as we fully agreed upon every possible route for adventure, and Rob is the king of all hosts/chauffeurs. His parents made us blueberry pancakes! Everyone else, the HHBBS kids we met up with, and others, are all super cool people, and were such an added bonus to the event that it has definitely become one of the greatest afternoons/nights of my life thus far.
Now, I'm still somewhat on a high from it all, but I suppose that's a bonus, since it allows me to give you a little more detail into what all went on.
Nattie got here on the bus at 2 on Thursday and from there we took the train Thursday night, 7:30. It was a very long train ride. We stole pillows from the people behind us while they were gone on some sort of journey to the end of the earth/train, and when they came back, it was like we stole Xmas. Oh well. We did not own up or return them, as the man who sat across from them totally covered for us, and it didn't seem right to make HIM into a liar, right? They got new ones. A victimless crime. Besides, no remorse, the child was horrifyingly annoying (Nathan, but a girl!) and her mother simply didn't know how to manage her. She just resorted to light sarcasm and told her to be quiet every 5 minutes. Ahh, the joys of parenting, I'm so so sure. Nattie and I drowned her out with Hanson CDs, as we have the same discman and clearly brought the same band's entire discography with us.
We finally got in to Montreal after a long and unpleasant sleep on the VIA. We took over the bathroom and did everything we could to make ourselves less unpleasant/smelly besides shower. It was very "The Terminal", now that I think of it. We then met up with Captain Breakfast, and ate something other than candy for the first time in quite some time. Bacon and eggs and toast, oh my! We then got on to the train to Ottawa, and hurtled quietly towards the show. We also slept a little more because while even less comfy, it was at least quieter on this train in particular. I finished "Life, The Universe and Everything" and listened to more Hanson.
Noon. Ottawa. I spent a couple minutes afraid that I wouldn't recognize Rob at the train station but luckily he just walked right up to us and all was fine. We got a bit of the tour around the city on our way to the Ex, managed to find pretty good parking, and essentially ran to the fairgrounds. Paid for our ticket in, check. To the Info Booth, who pointed us to a smaller less-conspicuous booth for our Hanson bracelets. We were #s 83, 84 and 85, of a possible 300-or-so floor bracelets. The rest of those suckas were to sit in the bowl, not at all near the stage but they saved $10. We then had 7 hours to kill at the Ex.
Shark show (funny/entertaining). Petting zoo (smelly but funny). Motocross show (horrifying/heartattack-enducing). A couple of rides, including a very squishy turny ride on the Scrambler and a high-flying sojourn on that thing that you're sitting sideways in and go up really really high. Rob opted out, it's a heights thing. We ate some bad food and used portopotties. We didn't see many other ugly green Hanson bracelets. We were mildly getting worried that perhaps the tickets started at #83 and we were it. So we set off to get in line and meet people. There were about 20 people hanging around the weird door that would open and close pretty much only for forklifts, and workers/guards who like to tease the fans. Sigh. At least we found there were others there, and others that we actually KNEW. Karlee, Sarah, others from the board slowly came around, and we were silly together for the remaining time before we were let in, NOT BY NUMBER (*shakes fist*) but we had anticipated this and were about 5th row anyhow. Oh, general admission. How you bring out the worst in people. The Olympics aren't half as competitive as we Fansons are at a GA show. We were jammed in right by the piano, however, and thus, all of my good pictures are indeed of the silently-self-proclaimed God of Hanson, Mr. Jordan Taylor... No complaints, I assure you of this. We waited for the show to begin.
Michael Tolcher and his army of black blues musicians were obviously stamped by "the Isaac seal of approval," but was so Joel Plasketty that I couldn't help but enjoy the silliness. He also had a bit of John Mayer in him, but I'm wondering how much his being from Atlanta has to do with that. Puzzlingly enough, Hanson didn't come our right away after the opening set. Instead, there was a half an hour of stagehands tinkering with their instruments while we protestingly listened to BANJO MUSIC. I don't know who thought it was howdown time but it was odd to say the least. Totally threw off the mood we had going, and was well-lamented and complained against by the audience.
At last, they were announced, and one by one showed up on stage, playing their Hansonized rendition of Radiohead's "Optimistic", with which I was only mildly familiar due to JWB's influences on my downloading. It was not a terribly good choice for an opening song, it's a bit of a downer, but it was well-executed and that's all I can expect. This lead into an hour and a half of incredible Hanson glory, in which they sang nearly every song I could have asked for, and some I didn't and was more than pleasantly surprised. They did the B-side "Cried" for apparently the 2nd time ever, when the first time they'd done it was in Toronto the night before. I was quite close to shitting myself at that moment, as it is among my top 5 favourite Hanson songs, and easily my #1 in a list of best unreleased tunes. Needless to say, but I will, it was a very great moment. There were few surprises otherwise, perhaps the number of old-school, MON-era songs played VS. the TTA-era, but all that was lacking is on the DVD and I saw in October, so I have no reason to be upset at all. Absofreakinlovely. The "closed" the show with the AC/DC/School of Rock song "It's a Long Way To the Top" and we were all amused. As they didn't bow or turn the lights up, we did the usual ritual of insisting they come back, not by chanting 'encore' but 'HAN-SON. HAN-SON. HAN-SON.' and they did "In The City" AND IT WAS GOOD. Then they did the bowing thing and left and the lights came up. Sigh. We said goodbyes to Karlee and the others, and runaway ran to the merch table. Sighx2. Goodbye money, hello pretty things!
Too many decisions, but they were made sensibly: Posters were awkward to carry & I'm already out of wallspace, the jewelry didn't look professional enough to stick in the holes already pierced on my body, and I don't look good in brown. It's all available online when I get money and change my mind, however, and that was a comfort.
I'd say the pinnacle of the post-show night, after spending over $100 on two shirts and the tour book, and replenishing my system with mucho water and sitting down for 4 or 5 minutes, was the car ride home to Rob's house. We were in the car maybe 5 minutes, all sorta basking in the silence of the night's events, and the radio was barely on. Nattie suddenly hollered from the back seat "TURN IT UP, NOW!" and lo-and-behold, "Lost Without Each Other" was now blaring in our ears as we sang along, shocked with the serendipitous, totally kismet-filled moment. We were all quite filled with glee and exhaustion, a night well spent.
Got to Rob's, met his adorable folks, went to bed. Nattie and I talked briefly about how amazing the boys were, and how much people are missing out on not having been fans since the beginning. We concluded upon the decision that we need them in our lives, and slept very neatly from that point on. Rob woke us up, pancakes and bacon, SHOWERED!, an hour of Ottawa sight-seeing and a bit of the market, and it was back on the train for us. Montreal was a 4-hour wait, and so we explored the area around us and were fortunate enough to pick the right direction as it got us to HMV and the rest of Sainte-Catherine's street. Footlocker was a problem and a wonder to behold. We came "Chuck Buddies" and bought the same ridiculously expensive but so so cute pink and black Converse shoes, with argyle interior. Oh god, so so SO cute. I have now completely spent all of my money and so it was fortunate that the train came and we could stop spending it.
I listended to Hanson, finished "So Long and Thanks for All the Fish" and attempted more power-napping. The loud people behind us were of a different, card-playing breed, and weren't quite as bad. We got home at 9:30, on time, and my parents made us breakfast. Caught up on email, looked at pictures, and Nattie left at 2:30. I miss her already, but not as much as I missed a good night's sleep.
Now, here I am at work, wearing my Chucks and my hoodie, with two hours and a half, and two shifts left to go. Hanson will continue to tour, and might be doing Europe later this year. I can only hope that they are in England at the same time as I am, and I can have another excellent adventure such as this to write about... LONDON STYLE. Til then, I've got James and Halifax and school and friends to fill up my time, and that's almost as good as Hanson. And slightly less expensive.
Oh, and yeah: We also took some pictures. Enjoy. ^_^
Care cracked up on 9:33 AM
August 17, 2004
I'm sorry, Blogger
I've all but forgotten you. My LiveJournal has taken over my life, and thus all of my bloggy ideas have been posted there, and not here. Sigh. Oh nos. I am doing just what I had planned NOT to do!
Coming soon, to a life near me (listed and numerical):
-20-some days til classes begin.
-2 weeks and one day left til I leave here for Halifax.
-10 days until I see my dear James, on our one-year "official" anniversary! <3
-8 shifts left to Tourism, max. Couldn't be sooner.
-3 days til my Hanson concert. (-(-\)\)
-2 days til Nattie gets here on the bus, then we take the train.
-1 hour and 3 minutes before I go home from work.
So many things to look forward to, and so little to occupy my time in the meanwhile! :|
Well, except perhaps the NEW FREAKIN' VIDEO. Black and white. Flamin' keyboard. Bits of live mixed with bits of rock rock rock.
Hardcore Junkie (61% - 80%) While you do get a bit of sleep every night and sometimes leave the house, you spend as much time as you can online. You usually have a browser, chat clients, server consoles, and your email on auto check open at all times. Phone? What's that? You plan your social events by contacting your friends online. Just be careful you don't get a repetitive wrist injury...
You enjoy life, humor, and being exuberant. Wherever you go you usually find yourself stealing the spotlight without even trying. You love to let go and have fun.
