[Alternative Title: Why I Love LA.]
Tonight I got home. I washed the dishes in the sink. I ate some leftovers with Corelyn, divvied up our CSA. Then we moved to the bathroom, put on some makeup, waited for Megan, and…walked to a Hanson concert. An outdoor Hanson concert, given the 75 degree weather tonight.
Hanson was the musical guest for Jimmy Kimmel Live. (Fun fact – they don’t always do the music “live” — they film it live and that guest is the guest another night. So the “inside” part is truly live, and the musical guest is not. Questions I have for them: do they keep track of the tie that Jimmy wears and make sure he wears it again the night that he films the inside stuff for the Hanson show? can I be the person who keeps track of that?)
Jimmy Kimmel Live happens to shoot one block from my apartment. So we walked up, where our friend P got us in (no lines, no waiting, no nothing!) and we just strolled to the waiting area for the show (parking lot by day.) Hanson eventually came on, but not before we made friends with some of the Jimmy Kimmel crew. They laughed as I spewed off facts about the Hanson brothers — one, Matt, even suggested I get a pick, a drumstick, and maybe hang out with them later. I, of course, planned on doing all of the above.
Then we were informed by P that Jimmy Kimmel would be standing on “that platform over there” so we meandered over. I, of course, pushed my way to the front of the velvet ropes around the small platform, so as to be in prime location for the moment that Jimmy introduced the boys. As the PA or whoever he was kept bringing people over to be front and center, I held my ground behind Jimmy. When the camera turned on, I was smiling and looked straight into the eyes of America (look out for me next week, I’ll let you know when!)
Then of course, Taylor, Isaac, and Zac came out. They played:
*Give a Little
*Waiting for This
*Thinkin’ Bout Somethin’
*And I Waited
There was dancing, and after the second song the pressure of keeping the cheers was off (this was, after all, just the part for the web) and we could let loose and dance!
Afterward, the guys came out to high five and shake hands, but Phil offered to take us backstage, where PA boy who tried to move me outta camera’s way asked us where we were going before realizing we were with P. “Don’t worry, we’re just wondering around, it’s fine,” I told him. We stood backstage, where Matt asked how the day was.
“Everything I wanted. More,” I stated. Matt smiled, and laughed, and walked off to do some cool job I didn’t even know existed. But then, a few minutes, Matt came back. With picks. From Hanson. “I didn’t have much luck with the drumstick,” he laughed as he walked away…
Needless to say, the rest of the night was mostly a blur, as I clutched my pick. I was worried it might fling out of my pocket. “Let me hold it,” Corelyn said. “NO!” I shouted, walking backwards away from her, two hands to my chest with the pick safe inside my fist.
P walked us out the Jimmy Kimmel Live set through the front door. Through the green room. No Hanson in sight, but we tried.
We walked home. I put my pick in my wallet. Next week, I’ll be on TV. No big deal. Just a Tuesday night in Hollywood…
