IKE

NAME: Clark Isaac Hanson
TITLE: Guitarist/Singer/Songwriter Extraordinaire
COLOR: Green
HEIGHT: 5'11
HAIR: Dark Blond, wavy
EYE COLOR: Brown
NICK NAME: Chewbacca, Ikey-Poo
B-DAY: November 17,1980

HansonFans@hansonline.com

*This is Ikes new do, and new Telecaster! This pic was taken around the 2nd or 3rd week of September.

Isaac is the eldest of all the Hanson kids. He can play guitar, panio, and a little drums.

He is a Star Wars fan. And a big Austin Powers fan also. He's really funny, and does a lot of stuff on the computer(Hi Ike!). And he likes video tapeing, takeing pictures, stuff like that.


See he's takeing pictures!


Ike got his braces off while ago.


This is Ike when he was around 14(I think) playing the hermonica and the guitar and singing!..Talented!


This is the poem "If" by R.Kipling Ike has it in his signature on the Online forum on Hansonline.
"IF" by R. Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master,
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same,
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools,
If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss,
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you,
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!