Superunknown

When I was in middle school, my favorite band was a local Christian group called "Superunknown." Don't bother looking them up. This band has pretty much vanished off the face of the earth.

When I was younger, I was part of that church group, Missionettes (and no, I will not call it "Mpact.") Back then, I would have to say my two best friends were Olivia (who is a couple months older than I am) and Tish (who is a year older).

Now, Tish and I had a very interesting friendship. Frankly, my mom didn't really approve of us being friends, but that's another story entirely. She was the girl who sang with me in a talent show in middle school (I'll tell that story later), and we both had a love for teddy bears...and Superunknown.

I guess this was the summer between sixth and seventh grade that we went on this retreat in West Virginia. It was the usual district Friends' Retreat, with the featured musical guest: Superunknown. There were five members of this band:

"The Lead Singer": When getting our T-shirts autographed at the retreat, somehow we got into a discussion on hot chocolate. He told us that the best hot chocolate is made with 3 Musketeers bars. I have yet to confirm this is true, but I think I need to try it out soon.

"The Guy Olivia Liked": Our friend Olivia fell in love with his eyes... I don't think I still have my poster (<_>), but I remember that he had some pretty amazing blue eyes.

"Mr. Clean": This was probably one of our favorite members of the band. We're thinking he was the bassist, but we can't be too sure. As you can probably guess, he was bald...and frankly he looked like Mr. Clean. Tish actually had him sign "Mr. Clean" under his name on my t-shirt.

"The Really Cute, but Really Rude Drummer": Okay, this story is probably the funniest story of them all. While in West Virginia, we learned that the drummer really liked Vanilla Coke. So, Tish and I decided to buy him one from the vending machine before dinner (I think...). And we waited...and waited... and waited. It took so long for him to show up, that we realized the soda was getting warm. So, what do crazy 12 and 13 year old fans do? We buy a second can of soda, which we offered him. He rejected it. (But he did sign both soda cans... mine [the first one purchased] eventually burst open after rolling off my desk.)

"The Other Guy": So, this guy was just kind of left over. There are no stories... nothing funny about him. He was just...there.

So, yes, there was a time where I was crazy and obsessed over a band because of its members and not so much about the music. And no, I am not ashamed... well, not completely.... (Hey, compared to some people, that obsession was NOTHING.)

(I am taking my shirt out of the closet so I can figure out the names of these people so I can find them on Facebook... I wonder if they'll remember us...)

Take care!