I’m pretty sure I’ve pointed this out in the past, but I’ll say it again (loud and proud): I’m a Hanson fan and have been since I was 11. My bedroom walls were plastered with posters ripped from teeny-bopper magazines; I had books, t-shirts and anything and everything I could get my hands on with their faces on it. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure my copy of “Mmmbop to the Top” is still floating around in a box somewhere. My bff R and I were absolute fiends for Hanson to the point of silliness.
I didn’t get to my first concert until I was 17—a free concert at the KY State Fair. It was the day before I was due to go off to college and it was in the baseball stadium. There was no level of intimacy, just lots of screaming girls.
My second concert was a better experience; I had been to Coyote’s in Louisville for another concert and knew what to expect and where to head for the best view when the doors opened. I had a blast and the show rounded out my last year at college fairly well.
Then I moved here to London and missed TWO more shows back home in Louisville. I tried to time one of my trips home to coincide with one of the shows but for various reasons couldn’t make it happen. Hanson haven’t done any international shows in a long time and even though I checked tour dates every couple of months I wasn’t holding my breath.
Imagine my surprise on Monday when I logged on to one of my old emails to clear out spam and found out Hanson were playing a last minute impromptu concert here in London the very next day! Apparently they’ve been in town shopping around their newest album, Shout it Out (see my review here: https://thelondondiaries.wordpress.com/2010/06/04/shout-it-out-album-review/) for international release and decided over the weekend that they wanted to play a small show at the 100 Club on Oxford Street.
The 100 Club is steeped in history and loads of amazing bands have played there in its time—but it’s in danger of closing down because of rent prices in the area. Paul McCartney played a benefit gig there last month to raise money and awareness for the club.
Slight problem though: the event was letting paid members of the fan club in first before anyone else. Knowing how Hanson fans tend to be, I did the unthinkable. I actually bought two memberships, one for me and one for N. How desperate and sad is that? N got into the line for the concert (already 20 some odd strong) at 11am. I followed shortly.
I’m not blogging to bash the fans—but yesterday’s show (and subsequent 7 hours standing outside in the cold, windy drizzle) only reinforced how I feel about them and proved to N that I wasn’t embellishing about how crazy they really are. That’s all I’m going to say. I’m not going to dwell on the “sharpie number system” that was fan-imposed and flew out the window as soon as the doors were open and I’m not going to dwell on the fact that I was separated from N and nearly crushed whilst trying to get in. I’m not going to go into that.
Because you know what? It was all worth it. Front row, right by the drums. Hell yes, baby.
The set-list for the show was really varied, running from “Mmmbop” all the way to the soon-to-be-single “Give a Little”. I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten the whole list in order:
Waiting for This
Thinkin’ Bout Somethin’
Carry You There
Where’s the Love?
Rock ‘n’ Roll Razorblade
Penny and Me
Never Been to Spain
Minute Without You
Make it out Alive
Give a Little
This Time Around
Lost Without Each Other
The music, as ever, was fab and the guys were chatty and very energetic. The sound system itself left a bit to be desired with Ike’s mic making that horrible feedback noise every once in a while as well as having to ask for his bass to be turned up quite a lot. I guess that’s just the club’s old system though, so not too much of a beef there—it made the whole thing seem a bit more grungy and “underground” which was totally cool with me.
There weren’t any amazingly special “standout” moments to speak of—but then again there usually aren’t (in my experience) at Hanson shows. The general atmosphere (once everyone was inside and the music was going) was pretty good surprisingly with everyone playing nice and singing along. There was no encore, which was a bit surprising as I’ve never been to a show that didn’t have one. Even so, the guys did go around the stage and shake hands with the fans and yes, I shook Taylor’s hand.
All in all though, a good night… even through I’m completely shattered today and have the sore throat from hell.
For more info on the 100 Club: http://www.the100club.co.uk/