Tell you a story. Hmm. A story about how nothing in the world makes me happier than watching three brothers throw themselves around onstage, letting the music explode out of them in a prism of crowd surfing and head banging, and how nothing in the world makes us happier or smile bigger than watching them do so.
Are you talking about Hanson, the Jonas brothers, or the Ragostas? ‘Prism’ is a fanfuckingtastic word, and I’m so glad your spleen is better. To the rock show!