Take These Wings & Fly
For this month’s edition of flight adventures on the way to see Taylor in California, I’m happy to report I didn't throw my phone down an escalator this time, but I did have more success finding my friend (other Holly) 30,000 feet above Arizona than I did inside the LAX airport.
Let me explain. We both flew into LAX from different cities and were scheduled to land around 30 minutes apart. The plan was to meet up in the airport, then share an Uber to our hotel. Mid-flight, Holly sent a group message about being disappointed that her plane didn’t go directly over the Grand Canyon, but seemed close. I told her my view looked oddly similar to what she was describing, and she responded “Right now I’m being blinded by some shiny object in the distance.” I look out my window and sure enough, there are almost-Grand-Canyon vibes and some Emerald City-looking blinding glass building way off in the distance. “Are you secretly on my plane??” I asked. The answer was no, but about 10 spot-the-difference photos and one blown up group chat later, we determined that we were both in right-side window seats flying the exact same route with her plane maybe three minutes ahead of mine. Definitely one of the weirdest small world moments I’ve experienced.
We ended up landing about five minutes apart, but my flight landed in the international terminal, and hers didn’t. Despite last month’s evidence to the contrary, I can generally navigate an airport with no problem, so please know that I mean it when I say there were literally zero signs referring to the existence of other terminals in the entire wing that I landed in. There were also no maps and no employees. The maps I found online didn’t line up with the numbered gates I was seeing with my own eyes. I wandered for a solid 20 minutes before I finally found an employee and asked for directions. “Walk down that way until you see an escalator, and then take it up,” he said. I found the escalator. I took it up. It dumped me—I kid you not—in the middle of a P.F. Chang’s. Fortunately at this point there was a sign for the other terminals confirming that LAX wasn’t just playing a joke on me, so I wheeled my suitcase past the lo mein and through a hallway in the back of the restaurant that finally led me to Holly. I greeted her with “Why was it easier to find you in the sky??” It took so long to find each other that we ended up just waiting on two more friends to arrive and all took one Uber together.
While I was only in town for two days, I tried to make the most of my time and squeeze in more than just seeing Taylor. Across the two days, I managed to go to a Jennifer Hudson Show taping, visit a popup boyband bar, eat at Barney’s Beanery in West Hollywood, walk down the Santa Monica Pier, and have my first Korean BBQ experience, all with a mix of several friends. We had a really good time and I wish I could have stayed longer.
(Also I may have to use my impending excess hnet fan club money to join a kbbq fan club in the future, because YUM!)
In a Little While I'll Be There
I didn’t show up as early as I usually do for regular Hanson shows, and by the time we got there, the line was decently long. (It was also broken in half about 30 people back with the rest lined up on the opposite wall, because apparently this is the protocol for when there's 💩 in the middle of the line 🤮). I wasn’t entirely surprised to see that Hanson’s Dad, Walker, was there and talking to fans. He ended up coming down the entire line and talking to fans in groups of four at a time. I couldn’t tell you what he spoke with everyone else about, but he seemed content to just greet everyone, ask where they came from, and thank them for coming. The girls I got paired with had no idea who he was and ended up saying “I’m sorry, but everyone here seems to just trust you, are you somebody? Are we supposed to know who you are?” I suppose if you didn’t know who he was, it would seem pretty strange to see a random older man wandering down a long line of mostly younger women, and they all magically gave him the time of day.
This Time Around
The vibe of this show felt a little different than last month and started on a much more somber note. Taylor opened by dedicating the show to a fan named Lux who tragically passed away before last month’s show after making a long trip to attend it. I didn’t know Lux, but it was sad to learn of her passing and see how many lives she touched that were mourning her loss. I thought it was incredibly sweet of Taylor to not only dedicate the show to her, but to open the show with what he said was her favorite song, “Dream Girl,” an unexpectedly fitting tribute to a fan gone too soon. He followed it with “Believe” and set the tone for what I felt was an overall more emotionally charged night.
On paper, the obvious setlist standouts would be “This is Criminal,” “Baraye” with collaborator Hamid Saeidi, and a cover of “I Love L.A.” featuring Mac Hanson and Zane Carney, none of which were expected, and all of which were a fun surprise. In reality, standing in that room, I have to tell you that the standout performance to me was “Be My Own.” Taylor’s voice sounded flawless, and it felt like he was putting everything he had into that performance and it was just pouring out of him. I may be off base, but he looked a bit emotional during it to me. It had absolutely no business being that good, none whatsoever, but it felt raw and perfect, and I’m a little bit sad I didn’t record it to keep forever and share with the world, but also glad I soaked the best parts in without a screen.
I should probably have some pretty sappy things to add about Taylor choosing to play "Me, Myself, and I" alone for the first time, but truthfully I tried not to let myself go there in the moment because I didn't want to break down and risk becoming a mess for the rest of the show.
My other favorite part was just hearing the crowd sing along so loudly during all of the Hanson classics. I know we came to hear Taylor and you generally don’t want to hear the girl next to you over the person you paid to see, but there’s something special and a bit cathartic about singing your heart out in a chorus of strangers to a song you all know deep in your soul. I felt this in particular during “This Time Around,” “No Rest For The Weary,” and "I Was Born." The whole crowd was laughably bad at the "oh!" during "I Was Born," but Taylor seemed to enjoy our enthusiastically loud fails. Also shoutout to that moment we all became Temu Rose Stone’s choir during “Dying to Be Alive.” We can’t compare, but we had a good time.
This Was Criminal
After the show, Taylor did come out and greet the remaining fans that waited to see him. I found myself clamming up when he came my way because while I've had a million feelings about the end of the fan club, I knew he didn't deserve me blurting any of them at him in a rushed setting after his solo show. While I tried to figure out an appropriate sentence to let out of my mouth regarding his excellent show rather than a year of pent-up fan club emotions, a drunk girl butted in and took the potential word vomit category farther than I ever could have.
"Something felt missing," she said. *insert minor cringe*.
"It just wasn't the same without Isaac," she continued. *secondhand embarrassment intensifies*.
But Taylor was a gentleman about it and simply smiled and said "Oh really? I'll be sure to let him know."
Then the final nail: "It was almost, I would say..." she searched for the right word "...lackluster."
Friends, "lackluster" was not the right word. Another fan asked him to come outside to take her photo with better lighting, and I swear the entire bubble of fans around him jumped on this opportunity, and we all moved in unison as a protective barrier to corral him out the door and leave the drunk insulter in the dust. It worked. I don't remember saying anything particularly meaningful to him when my turn came, but I did work in a "Don't listen to her; it wasn't lackluster." I don't know who this girl was and can't fault her for being in a weird place emotionally, but man, spewing it at Taylor--who in fact cannot help not being Isaac and also can't control his brothers' presence at shows--was not the way to go. It was rude and unfair, and if you want to see Isaac so much, probably don't buy a ticket to a Taylor Hanson solo show.
I'm not going to turn up the heat on this roast or dive too deep into my own feelings, but maybe the best way to end is with a weird mix of both. So here you go, a cheat sheet for next time if we're so lucky.
10 Appropriate Things To Say To Taylor Hanson After His Solo Show
1. That was so fun! Are you planning to play more shows?
2. OMG, I LOVED "Be My Own!"
3. It was so cool and unexpected to see you bring out Hamid Saeidi.
4. That tribute to Lux was beautiful; I'm sure it will mean a lot to her family and friends.
5. You pulled "This is Criminal" out of the vault after saying it would never be played again. Any chance you'll ever release it?
6. "Rambling Heart" is my favorite. Thank you for playing it!
7. I'm so glad I got to see you at the Hotel Cafe before it moves. Thank you for doing this show.
8. It was different seeing you play alone, but good. We support you in whatever you do next.
9. *Incoherent rambling/crying* Would you take a photo with me? (Maybe not ideal, but still appropriate.)
10. *Silence*
If no variation of options 1-9 work for you and you're at a loss for kind words, for the love of God and preserved dignity, choose silence. It's a fantastically underrated choice.

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