BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL

What Went Out and Came Back

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 19:48:00 +0000

Party Like It's 1997, originally uploaded by Miss Laura M..

Guess what I'm pulling out of the closet this fall? Of course, at this point in my life, I don't think I'll be wearing them with lime green flair-leg corduroys or an orange plaid wool peacoat that's four sizes too big. But how happy am I that I saved these? (I bet Zac still has his, too.)

For another blast from the past, please visit Le Blog Laura, where you can read about visiting a certain brown split-level house on a certain heavily-wooded little street in a certain dusty midwestern town.

Who wrote this song? Oh, right. You did.

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 15:45:00 +0000

Oh Taylor.

On the Horizon

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 07:33:00 +0000

Horizon, originally uploaded by Miss Laura M..

Your favorite band and mine (besides the Jonas Brothers, I mean) likes to talk a lot about passion and destiny. Five months ago, I decided to follow some of my own and I moved to France.

(Which also means that I missed a Hanson concert in New Jersey. On my birthday. But no matter.)

There will be updates to this blog because a) Hanson refuses to go away, and b) I refuse to stop being fascinated by them. But for now, I'm writing about other things. If you'd like to tune in, please check out Le Blog Laura. It details adventures of another sort.

Be well,
Laura

Laura Takes the Walk

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 18:04:00 +0000

Taylor Hanson is Told Off, originally uploaded by Miss Laura M..

There is this moment when it all makes perfect sense. One minute I am walking in the street in Charlotte, North Carolina, and the next, I am watching Taylor Hanson get told off by an angry traffic cop.

He�s barefoot as this happens. He�s barefoot and wearing a Knight Rider-esque butterscotch leather jacket. And Raybans. He�s carrying a bullhorn.

And I want to call all those people immediately, the dozens and dozens who have asked, �Why Hanson?� Because I finally know the answer. The real answer, not the one I�ve been giving for years and years, the helpless shrug, the pointed, �Because they�re good.� And the answer is because they�re crazy because their fans are crazy because they�re crazy because their fans are crazy. It�s that simple. And I will rely on no documentary for this conclusion. I stand agape, hands shaking so hard that I can�t even compose the shot on my camera�s LCD screen, because I saw it rise up strange and obvious, right across the median.

The walk starts behind the busses and we�re on time but not early and the sun is slanted and autumnal but some girls opt for tank tops anyway, all the better to show off their rapidly fading summer tans. I am not at all a Southern girl in my fall coat with the big buttons, my gigantic purse. I have come to seduce no one, or maybe I have just fully come to terms with the fact that there is no one left to seduce, and there may not have been in the first place. Clearly these girls are about seven or eight concerts away from any similar realization.

As always, with anything involving Hanson, there is waiting. Kate and Casey discuss the ever-evolving hotness of Zac. Someone hands me a sticker. And then Taylor Hanson shows up with a bullhorn and a poster and some shoes and the crowd scatters, fast, and surrounds him, and he talks about AIDS in Africa.

The connection between these walks, and poverty and AIDS in Africa, and Hanson, and shoes, is sort of tenuous in my mind, and yet I have trouble criticizing the whole crazy thing because it�s obviously so heartfelt. Taylor means this shit, whatever it is that he means. I�m being partly facetious here: It�s no secret that poverty and AIDS in Africa are deeply interconnected. I still don�t totally get what the shoes have to do with it, though, although I admire and appreciate what Taylor is saying through that bullhorn (it�s red, like his tambourine): Get up off your ass and do something, even if it�s something small. And if you have enough energy and passion to wait for 14 hours on a freezing concrete sidewalk to see Hanson, if you can haul yourself to 36 shows in 12 different states, you have enough to change the world. He�s absolutely right about that, even if the complete mission statement doesn�t exactly fit on an index card.

So we walk. Funny thing, though. Charlotte, North Carolina is not exactly a comfortable city in which to walk. The route is sidewalk-free and full of scrubby weeds and construction signs, and the crowd almost immediately turns The Walk into The Run in an attempt to get some face time with Taylor and Zac, who are at the front. The crowd spills into the street, slowing traffic. Even my companions, who pride themselves on their non-fannish attitude toward both life and Hanson, decide to take a shortcut across a RiteAid parking lot in order to cut Tay off at the pass.

Halfway through, though, Taylor stops at a street corner and asks everyone to take off their shoes so that we might get a sense of what impoverished children deal with every day, but the broken glass at my feet proves more persuasive than JT and my ballerina flats stay put. Plus, this part smacks weirdly of new age-y Christian propaganda to my boundlessly cynical mind, and as a good Catholic Yankee living in an industrialized yet polluted nation, I decide not to increase my risk of plantar warts or typhus or whatever, and I remain sensibly shod on the street of Charlotte. Although again, I get the symbolic intended point. This is when the cop starts yelling at Taylor.

The cop is stopped at a red light in his cruiser and he sees this ginormous straggling business of us, and a kid with a bullhorn, so he gets out. And then he does the awesomest thing ever. He raises his arm and points his finger and goes, �I want to talk to you right now. You. YES, YOU.�

By �you� he unmistakably means Jordan Taylor Hanson.

So Jordan Taylor Hanson goes over, and he is, just to re-emphasize, barefoot. And wearing Raybans. And in a butterscotch Knight Rider-esque leather jacket. And flyaway-haired and huge-headed and so obviously, painfully Taylor Hanson in this moment that, for the first time in my life, I realize how physically strange he is, how his bigness is awkward when stood beside real human people, how he is jangly-limbed and weird on the eyes.

And then something unbelievable happens. Taylor does not apologize to the furious policeman. He does not make any immediate promises about rectifying the problem (getting a permit; clearing people out of the street, which even I can recognize is necessary). He does not even recognize that there is, in fact any problem.

Taylor Hanson starts talking to this buzz-cut, Southern, Charlotte traffic cop about AIDS in Africa.

It is immediately obvious that this whole spectacle is somehow directly related to the fact that Taylor has never been to real school, and yet, in the moment, I can not pinpoint exactly how. All I know is that my instinct is clear: I want to dart out into the street, to put myself between Taylor and the policeman and calmly explain things to both parties, to act as rockstar-police liaison and interpreter. Mostly, though, I want to protect this very clueless boy, not from the cop, but from himself. And then I want to warn him that the fashion police are coming for him next.

By some miracle, no one is arrested. Later, we will discuss at length how cool it would have been to see Taylor stuffed, screaming, into the back of the cruiser, limbs flailing like a day-old doe. An arrest and an embolism in one week? Rock and roll, baby.

By the time Taylor and the good officer part ways, some people in the crowd are shouting some nonsense about the right to assemble and, again, impoverished children in Africa. Taylor uses the bullhorn then to tell people to get out of the street, more or less in those words.

This is when Ike runs in. Somehow a brisk city walk seems ill-advised when you�re still bandaged wrist to shoulder from life-saving cardiovascular surgery, but so does playing guitar for 600 screaming young women, so what do I know. I admire, though, his ability to play it all low-key and subtle. Almost no one sees him as he enters the throng and makes his way to the front.

We arrive back at the venue to find that the officer who spoke to Taylor has called for backup. We�re greeted by three more cops� on Rollerblades. Clearly a riot was expected. They do admonish, however, in the sternest voices they can muster, that we are to stay on the sidewalk and only on the sidewalk.

Taylors offers some parting words to the crowd, including the brazen statement that we �really weren�t being all that unsafe.� Isaac then takes the bullhorn out of his hands and says, very Dad-like, �Get off. The street. Thank you.�

And then someone stamps my hand and it�s over and I�m wondering what in the world I just did and why, but I definitely know, at least, that it involves impoverished children in Africa and shoes and possibly a bullhorn. But somehow, too, I understand it. Because I have watched these boys long enough to understand their mangled, innocent, and ultimately good-hearted and right-headed intentions, even if the way to them is paved with every kind of awkwardness. Is it all that different with their music or their fans?

And if you need to risk arrest for anything, maybe Taylor is right. Better that it�s for something important and huge�a single starving child�than for a traffic violation on sleepy city street.

Mmmbopolism?

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 04:02:00 +0000

Isaac Hanson Plays Some Slammin Guitar, originally uploaded by Miss Laura M..

Get well soon, Ike. And lay off the damn cigarettes, if they're anything more than just a dim memory of your storied, unmarried, strangely-coiffed past.

The Right in All Our Fighting?

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sat, 11 Aug 2007 12:25:00 +0000

Hanson fans are so grumpy. Whether we're fighting about Natalie on HansonSecret or debating venue sleepover policies on Hanson.net, we're always breaking a major collective sweat about something. I guess it's not surprising, given that everyone basically hates us, but must we always take our alienation out on each other?

Mostly, though, we take it out on Hanson. Who hasn't cramped their scroll finger reading about the horrors of Are You Listening, or Taylor's current facial hair arrangement, or the band's stupid contests and clunky songs? As much as the endless message board threads and LiveJournal comments raise my ire (grumpiness about grumpiness � my favorite kind), I also understand perfectly well that I'm part of the problem.

I complain about Hanson all the time.

I think Are You Listening is hypocritical and moronic, I'm cynical about the band's charity work, and I think the documentary Strong Enough to Break was hilarious, amateurish, and deeply self-serving. It's not just that I feel entitled to these opinions. I see them as basic truth. In other words, in all matters concerning Hanson, I'm always right.

I don't believe in that rightness because I know more about Hanson � more than is totally healthy in some instances � than other people. I believe that I'm right because I deeply, deeply love Hanson. And loving Hanson entitles me to believe � and say � anything I damn well please about them. Even if it's sort of mean. (Isaac has a squinty eye.) Or hyperbole. (Zac has a terrible singing voice.) Or just misguided. (Taylor got married for the wrong reasons.) It's not fair. It's not logical. But very little about being a Hanson fan is. Which brings me to another thing: This web site.

At this point in the mellow golden years of my fandom, I don't write very often about how much I love Hanson. I assume, dear Fanson, that the existence of this little cybershrine is proof enough of that. And also, who wants to read about how cute Taylor is? You know he's cute. You have four copies of Totally Taylor in your attic. You want to talk about the music? The music changed my life and altered my outlook the world, my generation, and my place in both. But how many times can you say that without boring everyone into a coma or sounding like one of those circa-1997 Anglefire web sites whose sole editorial mission was reporting the color of Taylor's latest toothbrush?

I don't think the moody fans on the message boards are much different. Their love is proclaimed. It is tattooed on their backs and stolen from their bank accounts and carved across their consciousnesses.

In light that, why are we not allowed to call Zac out on that dirty t-shirt?

Too Good for the Running Man?

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 13:28:00 +0000

If there is one song on The Walk that poses any sort of genuine conundrum — and musical conundrums are rare indeed in Hansonland, the chorus of Lonely Again aside — it's Running Man. Here's why: It's really good, and it shouldn't be.

There is something deeply wrong with Running Man, with its obsessively catchy hook and Zac's strangled-cat vocal. It is cheeseball to the point of idiocy, like something Greg would have sung solo into a skinny mic on one of those mysterious episode-ending "variety show performances" on The Brady Bunch. And yet Running Man is possibly the best song on an already strong album, with the qualifier thrown in only because of Something Going 'Round.

So what's the problem here? Isn't Zac Hanson allowed to just write a great song, end of story?

Actually, no. He's not, as he's shown us over and over again with such draggy nonmasterpieces as The Walk and the brain cell-obliterating Fire On the Mountain. Running Man is such an anomaly that I initially convinced myself that Taylor wrote it and then kicked the lead vocal over to baby Zac for some deranged brotherly, religious, or debt-settling reason.

That's clearly not the case, as the liner notes have shown. (There is much to say here about listening to an album roughly 800 times before the liner notes have even made it to the printer, but alas, that is a whole other essay.) Zac wrote Running Man, to be sure, but I was also right to assume that he had help.

Running Man is a co-write with Bleu, the criminally underappreciated, copiously sideburned songster whose springy, melody-loaded albums could teach Zac a thing or seven about keeping things bright and hooky, and it sounds like they did. It's also interesting that a decade plus of collaboration and cohabitation with Jordan Taylor Hanson could not make Zac into an interesting songwriter but a couple of sessions with Bleu could. It's a testament to how good Hanson can be when their music is infused with new, nonrelated blood, but it's also sort of fascinating that Zac had to go outside of his family to be as good as someone in his family.

They Were Cartoons Anyway

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 02:11:00 +0000

Why has Hanson never been on The Simpsons? This seems like such a no-brainer to me, given that Hanson is such a one-stop source of endless and obvious comedy. But alas, the boys have yet to get to Springfield. Until today, that is.

Inspired by the amazing Order of the Simpsons, I give you Isaac, Taylor, and Zachary Simpson:

Of course, please do stop by the Simpsons movie web site and generate your own Simpsonfolk. Because that's clearly a fun thing to do.

Crazy/Ugly

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sun, 27 May 2007 13:34:00 +0000

Bright and Beautiful is undergoing some serious, and long overdue cosmetic renovation. In 2007, there's something not altogether comforting about reading a web site the color of pee.

Please bear with me while things move, change colors, and break. Hopefully, when it's done, you'll be able to find things more easily. It might even spur me to write some new stuff, who knows.

Did anyone catch Hanson's latest smattering of US concert dates? I am not the Hanson road warrior that I once was, but I can still muster up the energy and the $2 subway fare to see them here in New York. Not to sound too fangirl, but they were pretty amazing. If I can remember what happened that night in any sort of cohesive way, I may write a review. In the meantime, I leave you with this rather blurry photo. Hey, I'm a writer, not a photographer.

Thanks for sticking around!

Across the Years

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 15:53:00 +0000

Funny how life gets in the way of your Hanson web site. When I was 20, it was the other way around. This is why, my friends, you should never write dolorous farewell notes or burn your internet bridges. Years will pass. The dust will gather. And you will wake up one morning with a song stuck in your head and an inkling to write about that band, the one that will not dislodge itself from your imagination, no matter how your life twists and turns. Ladies and ladies, behold a review of Hanson's new album, The Walk.

Two for the Road

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Mon, 19 Apr 2004 03:27:00 +0000

Two updates: Mid-Atlantic Scrapbook, a combo-platter concert review, filed under Excursions. And Three Men and a Baby, about VH1 All-Access, under the seldom-updated but never forgotten Us and Them. Enjoy!

Better Late Than

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Mon, 09 Feb 2004 04:12:00 +0000

Now that it looks like Hanson is embarking on yet another tour, I figured it was time to clean up some unfinished business with the last one. (Another tour? I mean, what's going on here? Next thing you know, they'll be releasing an album once every two years.) Please welcome Laura's Carnegie Hall review. File that one under Excursions and It's About Damn Time.

New Kids on the Block

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sun, 04 Jan 2004 21:29:00 +0000

Brace yourself. There's new blood at BAB.org. Never have I been happier to present new hostees. Please pay them all a visit, and give them much love:

Fall On Your Knees: Remember Aileen and Shelby? In its original incarnation, FOYK attracted quite a bit of attention for its take-no-prisoners approach to Hanson commentary. Thankfully, not much has changed.

Back in the Swing: Lily's Hanson-y art is among the best you'll ever see. Narrative and smart, her Hansons are about as vibrant and complex as the real thing. Her commentary, too, has a humanity and a heart that you'd be hard-pressed to find on other sites.

Buffalo Wings

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Mon, 20 Oct 2003 05:31:00 +0000

God. There are so many cheesy, headline-ready catch phrases that relate to Buffalo. The city, that is. Not the animal. Although I guess the animal too.

Of course I used one. OK, I used two for the Buffalo review. Oh yeah. Did I mention that we drove up to Buffalo for that show? Well we did. Go read. Have a day.

Time for My Arrival

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sun, 17 Aug 2003 18:00:00 +0000

China Club review posted. Just a preliminary draft.

BLING: Funny story about the Baltimore review. When I write, and I don't have a particular piece of information on hand, I use placeholders or TKs to mark the spots I need to edit. When I wrote the Baltimore review, I couldn't remember the name of the Little Richard cover that's been stealing the show at all of these Hanson gigs. Over the weekend, we kept calling it "Ballin'," because that's just funny. Of course, when I wrote the review, guess what I used as my placeholder? And guess how long it was posted on this website before I realized?

No, Ike did not sing "Ballin'" at Baltimore. Exciting as that might have been.

Hanson on the Brain

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Wed, 13 Aug 2003 04:38:00 +0000

I feel like I've been doing drugs for three days, and their names are Ike, Taylor and Zac. Now, just as I'm coming down, there's another concert tomorrow night. No rest for the Hanson weary, I tell you. Oh, did I mention that neither my sister, nor any of my friends are online right now, because they're ALL AT THE BOSTON SHOW? You bitches.

So I spent the evening drinking green tea and updating my web site. I bet you're jealous. You are. You really are. The Baltimore review is updated. That's filed under Excursions. Mostly, I added a lot more about the concert itself.

See you tomorrow night at the China Club. Happy Hanson

Hanson Rules

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Mon, 11 Aug 2003 03:29:00 +0000

Back from Baltimore. Tired as anything. The review is deeply incohesive, but it's done. Perhaps updates will follow, when I remember my own name tomorrow. Do you love Hanson? I love Hanson.

Live from New York

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sat, 26 Jul 2003 03:34:00 +0000

See, I told you I'd update. Right now, I'm sitting on the floor of my new apartment, because I don't have any furniture yet, and I'm updating on my new laptop, because my tower will simply not fit in here. I wrote this on the train, on the morning I moved. I was nervous. Like so much about Hanson, it was theraputic. It's nothing special—a short little review of Hanson on Leno called Late Nite Hanson. Look for an edited version later in the week. It's filed under The Trinity. I'm not sure why. Amazing how those categories I created to organize things now seem so deeply arbitrary and useless. Maybe there's a BAB re-org somewhere in the future. Have a lovely weekend.

Changeups

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Fri, 11 Jul 2003 16:31:00 +0000

Both Bravenet and Blogger updated their services recently, which wreaked a bit o' havoc at BAB. You'll find the message board and guestbook back online. Please let me know if you seen any other broken stuff.

WHEN I'M MAKIN' MY MOVIE: I visited LA for the first time last week. Did you know that there's an enforced "no cruising zone" on much of the Sunset Strip?

ON A PERSONAL NOTE: I know it's Tour Time, and we're all in a tizzy trying to find tickets and get ourselves to concerts, but I wanted to share some personal news that may mess with any upcoming news and reviews on this site. I just took a very excellent job at a very large, rather famous book publisher in New York City. I'm petrified and excited, and there may not be much time in my life for Bright and Beautiful in the coming months. Something tells me I'll find the time and the gumption to update, especially if there are concerts, but consider this a disclaimer if I disappear for a while. Have a crazy cool weekend.

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sun, 22 Jun 2003 21:10:00 +0000

HANSON VICARIOUS: What's a girl to do when she can't go see Hanson perform in person? Why, she recruits a friend to go for her, of course. My excellent friend and ex-roommate Megan stopped by the LifeBeat benefit on Thursday and took notes. Literally. Her keen observations have been chronicled in Live from the Swoon Pit, under Excursions.

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Mon, 16 Jun 2003 03:04:00 +0000

JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE: Hanson is going on tour. Taylor is celebrating Father's Day with his son. What else could possibly happen in this ever-shifting little universe? Try this one on for size: The PULP Fiction-a-Thon is making a comeback. It bombed last time because, no kidding, it was too popular. We expected ten participants and we got 40. We spent less time working on our stories than we did updating the Fiction-a-Thon web site. Now that all of its logistical kinks are neatly ironed out, we hope you'll join in. The premise is simple: Write every day. Post your story. Stick our banner on your site. If you skip too many days, we boot your link. Got time on your hands and want to help? Let us know! We're looking for extra hands to help read and moderate the entries, so speak up! And if you want to write, sharpen your keyboard and get ready. We'll be re-designing the Fiction-a-Thon website and posting entry information soon. Rock on.

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sat, 07 Jun 2003 19:30:00 +0000

PLEASE WELCOME: In a time when so many Hanson pages are on the verge of closing, it's nice to talk up one that's opening. Emily is the newest hostee at BAB.org, and her site, The Hanson Causerie, features some of the freshest, most thoughtful Hansonspeak we've read in a mighty long time. Please pay the Causerie a visit, and drop by the guestbook while you're there.

TUNE UP: I finally did some much-needed fine-tuning on the site. You'll notice that the Litte Pretty webring is (mercifully!) gone, as are a few other outmoded and generally un-useful elements of BAB. Also, I cleaned out the Mind/Reality site ring. Given that only about one in ten links were working, I figured it was time. Here's the deal: If you had a site in the ring, and you moved it at some point, I probably axed you. So get over there and sign yourself back up, sister. Have a rad day.

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sun, 11 May 2003 23:04:00 +0000

DROUGHTS FADE: Don't pass out, but it's updated again. A much-expanded and revised Use Your Disillusion is posted at Musically Speaking. It includes additional banter about the songs and the enhanced portion of the CD. The other sections have been revised as well. For kicks, let's call it Use Your Disillusion 2.

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Sat, 03 May 2003 03:34:00 +0000

BACK IN THE SADDLE: That's Hanson, not me. New music means new updates, so check out Use Your Disillusion for a short little commentary on the new tracks from the Hanson.net member CD. You want the review in one line? It's worth the 40 bucks. That's filed under Musically Speaking, a section we all feared would never be updated again. There's more coming, so stay tuned.

noreply@blogger.com (That Laura Person) — Tue, 28 Jan 2003 04:08:00 +0000

COMEBACK TOUR: See, I told you I wasn't going anywhere. I mean, where is there to go? So, the page is updated, and its a short little schpeal—my, how strangely that word looks—about what else? The wedding. It's called Something Borrowed, and it's filed neatly and petite-ly under Us and Them. Enjoy, and thanks for hanging around.