Let's talk about recording.

[Big Flannel]

Let's give Flannel a break. He's come a long way from his brothers doing all the work while he just plays drums and sings.

HEY! You try being that beautiful at that young of an age. Its tough, ok?

Not my fault that I grew up idolizing Phil Collins and decided "yeah, I can do that too."

Fuckin-A, man...the pressures of prepubescent stardom are immense. On one hand, you have nore money than an escort service after one of Donald Trump's rape parties and teenage girls are throwing themselves at you left and right (your dream come true eh, Darth?) But on the other hand you're having to stifle your creativity and keep churning out poppy hook-laden crap because everybody wants another fucking MMMMBop while you're constantly "just saying no" to the copious amounts of blow that you're being offered backstage in hopes that one last line will give you enough false hope that things will get better if you just play this one last gig...

You ever wake up in a dumpster with a dead hooker, Darth? I have. Hookers have families too. Families that miss mommy. Well, mommy's never coming back. Hanson took mommy.

I snapped, man... Too much fame too early ruined my adolescent mind. I wasn't willing to be another casualty of the teeny-bopper death machine. That's why I left Hanson...killing my creation before it killed me.