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Jul 21 04 2:36 PM
Quote: I am back from Portsmouth still recovering from being in the aureole!
We arrived downtown Portsmouth and went to Thumper's for a sandwich. The waitress was being very slow; finally she came up and said, "Sorry, that was Clay Aiken's band." I asked her if he was the lead guitarist with the knitted hat and dark shades to which she replied yes." They were three tables from us but because of the alignment of the tables I couldn't really see who was there and who wasn't. And, of course, one is not expecting to see the band members out eating in a casual environment as though they are nobody in particular. He has asked her if she recognized them to which she replied no. He said, "good but some people will and we want to be able to enjoy our meal." She was cute. She said I had to not only wait on them but make sure no one bothered. I told her I thought he looked familiar when he walked by, but I didn't give it a second thought because I wasn't expecting anyone of importance to be there.
Cherie was impressive; however, the music was so loud it vibrated in our chests as well as others. It was amusing to look around and see the number of people holding their hands to their chests.
There was a man in front of me cellcerting and to my right there was a gentleman (Matt???) who cellcerting with Brandon - our own Claydawg!! Poor Cherie, the crowd was gracious toward her, but she obviously knew we were there for one reason. It must be difficult to sing before Clay appears. But she is a real sweetie and a cutie.
Where to start. Every moment was thudworthy. He appeared in a blue shirt and tie as hot as it was. His voice was right on - as my husband said - man, does he ever have a set of pipes! It's truly a good thing my husband enjoyed the concert because he has six more to go to. We both agree Clay has so grown if that is possible. I only saw him once before on the Independent Tour in WB. This kid is a consummate professional. Clay, if you are reading this, some words of advice. Be careful for what you ask, for you may indeed receive! WOW!! The gal who came up to dance was a real swinger. Clay asked her name - she said "We just named our grandson Clay." All the time she is rather moving toward him. Clay said - what's your name - she went for his tie almost putting her hand on his chest and maybe she did - She said I love you. Clay finally got her to tell him her name and that she was from Tennessee. I mean to tell you - Clay even put his hand up in the stop position so that she would stop coming on to him. It was so adorable. (I was 11th row) He clearly didn't know what to do, so he got her to dance by herself and then put her into the line with Jacob, Angela, and Quiana. She admitted to being a professional dancer in Tenn. Clay, be careful!!!
Clayfan84 was the one who got to sing on stage with Clay. Apparently, Jerome had "Promised" another girl who sat behind us that she would be going on stage - the one who had been there the night before I think. She was very disappointed. This is what I was told by someone.
Anyway, Clay did an absolutely beautiful job. The caressing of the microphone was to die for in Solitaire. I didn't want to tear my eyes away from him, yet I could see his hands much better on the jumbotron. If there was anytime in my life to wish to be an inanimate object, it was then and to be that mic.
I was reduced to tears on several occasions by the beauty of his voice. You Were There is so spiritual, so beautiful, so emotional. Some have debated its place in the concert. My husband and I talked about it afterwards. I would really love some feedback. My husband felt it should have come perhaps at the beginning of the second half and not after the bouncy Rosanna. We discussed where best it should come - but then you know - basically I saw that song ending his concert. It was almost prayerlike to God for all that he has been given in life and his wonderful past year. Because after this song, came Clay's thanks to us - This Is the Night, Invisible, and Solitaire. So when I think back, I think - yeah, it makes sense. It was okay for that song to be at that particular point in the concert. I loved the song - no white jacket though only the white shirt. It was hot. Clay was hot - in more ways than one.
The crowd was great! If it does not go down as a sell-out, it was darn close!
I just know that after seeing Clay last night, I realize he is becoming more unreachable to us. He is no longer our cute guy from AI - but he has become something much more. America is beginning to own this beautiful young man - and that's not a bad thing. As Shred5816 pointed out, there was a difference between the Independent Tour and this one. Clay has truly grown up - perhaps I cry for the "little boy" who was on AI or perhaps as someone Faye's age I cry because I am proud of "our boy's" success. He was ours first; we nurtured him by voting for him and helping him to succeed - he will always be ours even though America is now beginning to call him theirs. I hope someone else can understand what I am trying to say. Perhaps I am too emotional after having seen him last night. It truly was unforgettable experience. I know Friday's concert will hold its own memories because Clay never does anything twice. The songs yes - but...
Sorry for rambling - I can only say if you are able to get to a concert, you are in for an evening with Clay Aiken that you will never ever forget!
Jul 21 04 2:54 PM
Quote:I will say that this is one of the best concerts I've been to. I had such a marvelous time last night.. it's hard to even describe. I wasn't a big Clay fan at all before the last night. I listened to the songs to make sure I knew them before the concert...but hearing them live just took my breath away. Once I got back from the concert I came here and made an account. I was definatly clayverted last night.
I already told this story last night once I got home in another thread, but it's too good not to let everyone hear. I went to the concert with my friend, Michela (clayshouldvewon) and her friend, Kathryn. The two of them were already in love with Clay. After the concert, We went to the back gate to see Clay leave. We three girls were dressed as "The Queens of Clay's Heart" wearing crowns, robes, and t-shirts. As the bus pulled out, everyone went wild that they were able to have the chance to be that close to Clay. My friends an I went down the street a little bit where there weren't as many people. As the bus came by, Clay was waving to the other side and I almost thought he wasn't going to wave to us. Then he turned over and started READING MY SHIRT (which read "queen of clay's heart" !!! i couldnt believe it. It's a moment that I will remeber for a very, very long time. After the bus passed Michela and I were so happy, giddy, excited, and everything else a Clay fan would feel from that type of experience. We almost fell on the ground because of how awesome it was.
Another pretty cool thing that happened was that we (Michela, Kathryn, and I) were interviewed for the Daily Press, the newspaper for Portsmouth I believe. You can check it out at dailypress.com.
Overall, last night could be described as magical. I couldn't take my eyes off of Clay the entire performance... I hope everyone going to a Clay concert has just as wonderful of an experience as I did last night.
Jul 21 04 3:10 PM
Quote:I AM SHAKING!!!!!!!!!!
Well, I sang for Jerome(I was the first person and I sang part of Without You) well he was like VERY NICE just give me your name and seat number. After me four other girls auditioned and I was like he wont pick me. Well, when the show started I noticed Jerome was hovering around my area. When Clay asked if they had found a singer JEROME SHINED HIS FLASHLIGHT ON ME! I ALMOST DIED! I walked up to the stage and they helped me up. Jerome was like "You are gonna sing MEASURE OF A MAN" with Clay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH THEY CHANGED SONGS ON ME! Well, I walked over to Clay and he gave me the HUGEST smile and asked me my name and where I was from. I told him Charlotte, NC and he had the WHOLE AREA CHEERING! He had someone give me a mic and told me "Use the mic darlin so everyone can hear you!" THUD THUD THUD! He asked me how long I had been singing and I said I ony basically did talent shows at Paramounts Carowinds, where I work. He was like "YOU REALLY WORK THERE?? I auditioned and didnt make it." I told him I didnt either and he was like "DONT WORRY..LOOK AT US NOW...WE ARE SINGING TO VIRGINIA!" LOL!!
Well, he told me to start and he helped me with the first couple of lines cause I was shaky! But I hit a GLORY NOTE and Clay backed up like OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reached out to him when singing "Would he walk on water...." and Clay grabbed my hand and pulled into me while we sang together. At the end he asked me who all the signatures were from on my shirt and I told him "Jacob, Angela, and Quianna." He was like "Oh that is better than the shirt I am giving you but here!" and he game me a autographed shirt and I got a HUGE HUG!!!!!!!!!!!! He just embraced me and I couldnt let go! AHHHH! He had stubble and rubbed up against my face! THUD! He told the crowd to give me a HUGE HAND and I was helped down by security! I am sure I left out some details cause I am SOO SHAKY BUT I WILL NEVER FORGET LOOKING INTO THOSE EYES AS WE SANG! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jul 21 04 6:37 PM
Quote:Long-ass Portsmouth Recap Ahead (Part 1)
Let the road trip begin! My daughter and I (hereafter referred to as "we" ) left Raleigh at about 11 AM for the 3 1/2 hour drive to Portsmouth. The trip was uneventful except for the queasy tummy that I had upon awakening that decided to take the trip with me. We stopped for lunch about half-way and it made it's presence known then. No matter, short of sudden death, we were proceeding, and after that brief interval, it was back on the road. The remainder of the drive was uneventful and we arrived at the Olde Town Holiday Inn in Portsmouth around 3 PM.
Beautiful view from the hotel, and beautiful view in the hotel as Clay fans were evident, carrying their signs and wearing their IT T-shirts. We were not. We proceeded to check in and the clerk took one look at us and said "More Clay fans!" After checking to see if a large letter "C" had mysteriously appeared on our foreheads, and not finding it or any other obvious identifying marks, I asked her why she thought that.
She proceeded to tell me that all new arrivals that day were Clay fans, and they were now calling other facilities, trying to find rooms for clients they had turned away. She also said her "little" hotel wasn't use to this many guests and the parking lot was proof that statement was true. Totally full, but we finally ended up only about a quarter of a mile away, and carried ourselves and our luggage to the lobby. we then started down the world's longest hallway in search of the elusive elevator number 3. When we arrived on our floor, we found that was not the world's longest hallway. Clearly our rooms were located on the new winner, near the very end.
Not having walked nearly enough, and with no food to speak of for about 20 hours, we decided to stroll about town to get the lay of the land. First stop was to locate the restaurant for the pre-concert party. On our way we passed several people hurriedly walking towards the pavillion for what we assumed was a chance for a pre-concert Clay glimpse. One family of mom, dad and teeny daughter were particulary intresting as they were all decked out in Clay gear from head to toe,including the boinky,head-bobber things that ended in light up hearts, emblazoned with "Clay." Awwwwe!
The restaurant was located easily, and we scouted out places to park for when we returned. Wimps? Absolutely, but the heat and humidity were rapidly conspirng to ruin our best hair day ever-and you got to look good for Clay, right? We reurned to the hotel after a short stop at Harbor Side Antiques to purchase two heavy, (but beautiful) and fragile vases. Just a little something to make the walk in the 90+ degree heat a little more enjoyable.
After a quick shower and change it was on to the restaurant. We were fortunate to find a convenient parking spot on a side street, and entered the restaurant where the party was in progress. We were greeted by Ebird a gracious and lovely hostess. It was Lowrider's birthday and MoMo had provided a beautiful birthday cake. I was smart and refused that. It hadn't taken me any time to find that a queasy stomach, exotic beer and German food are not good combinations. Dinner went the way of lunch. Apologies to all the meerkats we did not meet. I was distracted by trying to keep down that $8.00 bottle of beer.
Needing fresh air, we left a bit early and walked back to our vehicle to deposit nonessentials. A little different view of the place at dusk, made us decide that it might not be the best location to return to after dark, especially if we wanted the wheels to remain with the vehicle. So it was off to more driving and we finally found a well-lit area to park in. Problem was, it was about the same distance from the hotel, but in the opposite direction. Well, at least the view was a dfferent one so we ended up walking to the venue after all, and dusk hadn't made it a bit cooler.
One more long hike and we finally arrived at the Pavillion. We were passed repeatedly by people in a huge hurry to arrive at the same place, get in the same line, and to be let into the venue at exactly the same time as we were. Mixture of families, lots of y's, lots of teens, and of course, lots of women. Our tickets had no info regarding cameras, so we had brought a small digital to attempt to procure Clack. We saw many with elaborate camera equipment so we figured it was possible, right. Wrong!
In the long, hot line the nice "green shirts" (venue personnel) were kind enough to travel down the line and individually advise you that only disposables were allowed. They suggested that if you had other, that now was the time to take the hike back to your vehicle to leave it or risk consfication. No one did. After finding a suitable body location to stash the forbidden item, we were finally allowed into the venue and everyone started scoping out the merchandise booths.
Lines, lines, everywhere a line. But there was plenty of tour programs, the S'way was visible and they took plastic as well as cash. Since I wasn't quite hot and sweaty enough, I bought the denim jacket in case I needed a little extra warmth, as the evening wore on. Relieved of all that extra weight of the money I was carrying, the trip to our seats was a little easier and boy what seats. 2nd row, dead center-woohoo!
The space in between the rows was about 8.5 inches. Maneuvering in or out required moves that I have only seen in bad bars. But we were finally seated and managed to stash posters, jackets and purses in the spaces under the seats and it was on to people viewing.
My immediate neighbor to the left (Claymate) had brought poster paper and markers and was planning on making signs on the go I supposed. Her neighbor was the infamous Linda of the Bob and Linda duo who had been to every concert but one. So the first sign my neighbor made was a sign with an arrow pointing to Linda. Bob it appeared had ended up in the 9th row. She has her picture taken with the famous pair several times.
Daughter was on my right and to her right was a LBFCA. Very nice lady and we chatted briefly. Directly in front row center was a man and lady that were local. First Nat for both. We found out he owned a bar locally, and his lady friend worked for him. She had convinced him to come as she wears Clay Aiken out" on the jukebox nightly. He had a great sense of humor and provided much comic relief at the antics of some of the more enthusiastic fans. Said he enjoyed watching them as much as the concert, but by the end of the night he was totally into the show and provided a deep bass voice to the higher pitched screams we were being treated too (and did our best to contribute too upon the right occasion), like any time Clay was on stage but not singing. Finally the concert started and our came Cherie.
Cherie, wearing lowrider white see-through pants, light purplish shirt tied at the waist, a black bra with a large, leopard clip in the center (hey, had to look at something while waiting) and slip on flat sandals, did her thing. The thong was pretty visible, but sorry, couldnt tell if it was the Clay Aiken model. She was out of her shoes for most of her set, much as Kelly, but the audience responded pretty well. Best response I have seen for her, but finally it was time. The band members set up and were really into reacting with the crowd. Svon smiled and waved back several times at us during set-up and even during the show. Finally it was time for Clay.
No oohs and aahs here, because many others have done it better than I, but damn they were plentiful. I will only hit the highlights that our particular seats might have provided. It began with the starship entrance. The backlighting on that entrance is a wondrous thing and the light linen pants were even better. There was no trace of underwear lines. They were not to be seen and just to make sure, I checked several times. I made it up to his hair by about the second song. That looked pretty good too.
WYSYLM-sorry I felt like this was a little embarrassing for Clay. Looked like the lady hadnt been in the forties for a few years. She tried to dance with Clay and the moves were a bit suggestive. He retreated and quickly let her know she needed to dance with the back up singers. She did well with them, but I was relieved when it was over.
Several people spent the night leaning on the fence separating the stage, trying to get the "green shirts" to let them back stage. More than one was a bit inebriated. There werent any steps to the stage so the participants chosen from the audience were lifted up and down by Jerome. Soon came the singer whom Jerome had chosen.
The girl was only 19, and I am sure nerves were high, but boy how I hated being a witness to the MOAM murder and burial. I thought I had mistakenly gotten tickets to the bad AI auditions, but I believe they were a little better. There was one time when Clay I believe sensed that this was not a good thing, and leaned over and tried to sing with her in her mike. She pulled the mike away, stepped to the side and raised the volume a few decibels. Fortunately this too ended. Now for the Clay parts.
During Kyrie, Waldo very obviously came out to play. What did I do, but turn to my daughter and say, I sure hope someone is getting Clack of this. Got to keep your priorities straight. One of the funny moments of the night was during Quianas performance of WISYSF and Clay had to do the backup line, Isnt it amazing that a girl like me, and did the line in falsetto complete with little girly shoulder gestures in an attempt to get Quiana to crack up. Almost worked too and Angela did lose it.
There was a resurrection with Angela briefly of the WDC grindage position during one number and the audience roared appropriately. On Rosanna, Clay gave it his all and the high notes were to die for. But on TITN we noticed that a price might have been paid. First time ever I have seen Clay have to stop and take a breath for a couple of the verses, and his speaking voice was becoming raspy. Knowing that Invisible and Solitaire were still to go, we got out the prayer beads and crossed all available extremities for luck. They worked.
Clay referenced the contest between him and Jacob during the banter, on the beginnnning note in ISY as an audience member had a sign he read that said Jacob vs. Clay. When Clay asked Jacob how many times he had won in holding the note, Jacob replied none and Clay remarked, That would be 0, nada.
Several of the signs played on the lei theme and an older lady behind us had one that said I want to be Cleid. Worst sign of the night goes to the lady in front that had a sign that said Clay WHO?, and she yelled for and at Jacob most of the night. Clay did read the sign and his comment, Thanks a lot. Never looked that way again. When Jacob came out during the JT medley, she was holding up the sign and Jacob did make a hand motion for her to put the sign down. Sorry, if this was anyones sign, which I sincerely doubt, but this is my opinion.
We ended the night by waiting by the fences for the buses, that were inside a locked gate. A crowd of 200+ was on hand for that final view of the superstar, standing and waving in the front of the bus. Dressed in the official after tour outfit of red KK tee and pjs, a smiling, happy Clay rode out of Portsmouth and on to the next show. We were smiling and happy for him, too.
The walk back to the vehicle, was undertaken and we offered a ride to the meerkats who needed to pick up the remainder of the birthday cake. Only problem was,-well there was 2 actually: first we had a pickup and second we forgot where we parked. No matter, we eventually found the vehicle and the meerkats with their cake and left the arena for a nightcap at the hotel bar. The name of the bar was I believe The @#%$ Island or something close to that, but it was closed. Story of a meerkats life and it seemed appropriate somehow. As promised, this is indeed-the end.
Jul 21 04 7:05 PM
Quote:Im back from my adventure to Portsmouth with my two darling daughters (18 and 21) who are not Clay fans. Actually, I think the 18 year old is a closet Clay fan. They enjoyed the concert a lot, although the standing was too much for them and they had to sit and rest a bit more than the rest of us.
It was a warm and humid evening in PortsmouthClay said he had forgotten how warm Virginia got. It really wasnt bad as far as Virginia summers go, but Im sure it made the <A TITLE="Click for more information about job" STYLE="text-decoration: none; border-bottom: medium solid green;" HREF="search.targetwords.com/u....</A> harder for the folks on stage. Clay was definitely glistening during the entire performance. YUMMY! And glistening is such a great term for himyou never see the sweat roll down his face, but he just glows more than ever. He was so glad to be back in sweet tea land.
I had good seats on the right side facing the stage. *waves to Barnett2* Row K turned out to be the fifth rowgo figurebut we also had a good view of the mini jumbotron. I was surprised that these seats closest to the stage were folding chairs, not your standard seating. That made it a little more like being in a floor section. The only bad part was the bad view of the cute drummer. Derek was teasing us all anyway because he had a baseball cap through the whole show and you couldnt really see his face.
Clay was his beautiful, gorgeous, adorable self as always. And in perfect voice, although everything was very loud, and the acoustics not the best. My daughters were quite taken with Cherie, and want to buy her album. Im sure if she wasnt preceding Clay we would all like her much better. She is certainly better than Jessica Simpson and some of the others hot on the charts today. And very cute.
Im afraid I might have caused poor Nick some trouble. During Cheries set I was standing right outside the pavilion where two little girls were handing over a basket of stuff for Clay to Nick. This very cute girl about 19 or 20 came up to me, saying Oh look, they have a gift. I love Clay so much. Unfortunately, I didnt pick up any warning signs from her in time, and mentioned that it was Nick that the little girls were giving the basket to. When she didnt know who Nick was, I briefly explained Nick being on the tour. She screamed Oh My God, Nick and went chasing after him screaming his name. I hope he got awayhe had a little bit of a head start. That girl needed an intervention. Or at least a few internet addresses so she could find a place to share her addiction. She had it really bad, and I dont think she had anyone to share her Clay obsession with.
A few highlight for me were:
ShineI really enjoyed finally hearing him sing that
RosannaSounded great, and the band was really rocking out on that one. I love that the guitarists move around the stage now, and even S'von was moving around the stage with a keyboard. Its becoming more and more of an ensemble performance which I think Clay feels more comfortable with. Both of my daughters said it sometimes seemed more like watching a band than a singer with a backup band
JTthis set is beyond amazing
YWTglad the white coat was gonemaybe it will stay gone. My 18 year old Young Life member thought it was way over the top. 21 year old agnostic thought it was beautiful.
InvisibleClay jumped down to the main stage from the top step of the bottom stairsmaybe skipping about 4 steps. It was kewl!
There was definite audience response when Clay sang scratch my itch.
I saw no camera Nazis. When my purse was checked I pulled out my camera and showed them it was disposableI could easily have had another camera in there and no one would have known. I didnt see anyone checking the audience
There was a great Lecherous Broad in front of me and I hoped she would be picked for the dancing. She had the sign for Al that Clay noticed. One side said I want to Lei Al, and the other side said something about playing bass with Al.
When I saw Jerome he was more relaxed than I had ever seen him. He looked very laid back and while I know those eagle eyes are always on the job, he looked like he was just hanging out.
There was a rumor that Clay had cancelled a meet and greet before the concert because he was so tired. Has anyone heard anything about that?
Jul 21 04 9:53 PM
Quote:Hi, all ~
Well, I was halfway through my review and accidentally closed the window. Now I have to start all over again. Wahhhhhh!
Jody (Clazy for Clay) flew up from Fort Lauderdale to attend the Portsmouth concert with me. This was my third Clay concert, but the first solo one I've been to. I have no words to describe it (although I suspect that this will turn into a rather lengthy review!). The only superlative which comes to mind is "incredible."
I've been to several concerts in my nearly 45 years, including multiple Barry Manilow performances, John Denver, Jim Brickman, etc. Nothing and no one that I've seen compares to Clay. The irresistible combination of energy, joy, passion, and love that he so willingly shares with his audience makes this show absolutely mesmerizing. The lack of inappropriate language, sexual innuendos, pyrotechnics, and special effects is refreshing. And I disagree with those who said he didn't dance or can't dance. That man KNOWS how to move.
The range of emotions that I felt in the span of a couple of hours was far-reaching. I don't recall which songs were sung when, but I do remember being unable to breathe or move when he first appeared on stage. All I could do was stand there like a statue in open-mouthed, awe-struck amazement, just listening and watching and trying to take it all in. The gal sitting next to me (whose screen name escapes me at the moment) kept asking me if I was all right. I guess I worried her a bit because I was essentially frozen in time. One minute I was still and mute; the next I was screaming and laughing and dancing; a few minutes later I was a puddle of tears.
What can I say? The Clayton moves me like no other.
I made note of the fact that he never once took a break between songs, nor even allowed himself to drink from the water bottle that Nick placed on the stage in preparation for his appearance. He'd sing the last note of a song and the band would smoothly transition right into the next one. The only times he left the stage were for a couple of very fast clothing changes, and during a brief 15-minute intermission. The rest of the time, he was ON. And boy, was he ever ON!
My two favorite performances of the evening were You Were There and Solitaire. Both moved me to tears and I still well up whenever I think of them.
I've downloaded the video that Wrappedmymindaroundhim created from the Greenville show of Solitaire and I strongly encourage all of you to do the same if you haven't already. Our third row left side seats were good but we couldn't see his facial ex-pressions nearly as well as I would've liked. So I was very happy to find her video at Airplay Central.
I'm anxiously awaiting any and all pictures / videos from Portsmouth, although we may have to wait a good long while as security was extra tight last night, if a bit inconsistent. The guard watching our section was a little too diligent and let me know in a friendly but firm manner that my digital camera wasn't allowed. The only approved cameras were the disposable type, according to him. Yet the center section of the audience had every conceivable type of equipment and were using it fully. The people behind me had their cameras taken from them while they were still in line, but I was able to walk right in with mine. A fair lot of good it did me, though. Harrumph! LOL!
It was disappointing that I couldn't take any pictures, but on the other hand, it allowed me to enjoy Clay's performance without having to worry about getting just the right shot or positioning the camera at the perfect angle.
You all know that Clay tends to favor the left side of the stage (which for him is stage right). But last night there was a large boom with a video camera attached to the end that partially obscured our view of both the stage and him. I don't know what its purpose was, although I wondered if it had anything to do with Disney. We even had to bend down a few times just to see him beneath it. It also restricted his movement onstage, and consequently, he didn't spend much time on our side. The few times he did manage to grace that part of the stage, it felt as if he were singing only to us and the rest of the audience didn't exist. He has a way of making you feel like you're the only one there, yet I'm certain he could see little more than a few shadows due to the spotlights.
Whenever he would ask for the houselights to be turned up, he'd take a few minutes to read the signs in the audience. One woman had a sign which said "I just got married. Would you like to kiss the bride?" Clay responded, "You know, there's a lot of military in this area. Is your husband in the service?" When she said, "Yes, he's a Marine," Clay came back with, "A MARINE? Well, absolutely NOT!"
I couldn't tell you which song it was, but I remember it was a peppy one when he unexpectedly jumped somewhat sideways off the bottom set of lighted steps and landed right at the edge of the stage. It was the sexiest thing! Who knew that jumping could be so alluring?
We did have one unpleasant encounter with a guy and his wife who were sitting on the other side of Jody. It seemed he was most outdone with us because Jody was conducting a cellcert. The only time she ever said anything to the person on the other end was during intermission and at the beginning when she asked "are you there?". But this guy claimed she was loud enough to be heard through his ear plugs (why was he complaining about hearing the concert if he was wearing ear plugs?) and that she'd ruined their Clay experience that they'd driven five hours to see.
Apparently, he also doesn't understand or appreciate Clay's sense of humor or the fact that during the Kelly / Clay tour, the cell phone segments of the show were completely staged. He pointed out that it was -- and I quote -- "rude to Mr. Aiken to be talking on a cell phone during his concert" and "we were at the DC show and he grabbed the cell phone from this girl on the front row and said 'Who's there? Who's there? 'Who's there?'"!!!! He also thought it necessary to inform us (by yelling) that "I've had a hug from Faye. Don't tell me I that don't know what I'm talking about!"
Sigh. There's always one in every crowd.
Other than that episode, we had a wonderful time. Clay ended the concert with Solitaire and both Jody and I burst into tears. After we regained our composure, we joined a small group to wait by the back gates to see if Clay would come out to talk with us. Once again, the changes were dramatic between this concert and the ones which came before, due to security concerns. He came out of the artist area of the pavilion and boarded the bus with a wave, but didn't approach the fans. However, I kept my eyes glued to him while he was on the bus and managed to see him pick up Raleigh, hold her to his chest like a baby, and swing her around as if she were his daughter. It was the sweetest sight! I mentioned it out loud and a lot of people right at the gate collectively said "awwwwwww" in perfect unison.
When it was time to leave, the driver guided the tour bus expertly through the throng of fans, with Clay standing beside him and waving to everyone. The smile on his face was soft and almost wistful; the ex-pression I read in his eyes belied a sadness that I assumed was because he couldn't interact with his fans the way he probably wanted. He also looked terribly tired to me. By contrast, I thought he looked very rested and happy the previous day at our hotel the two times I saw him (see the threads entitled "Portsmouth Up Close & Personal Clay Sightings). It's obvious to me that these shows are very draining for him, because he gives so totally of himself in each one.
I spent the remainder of the evening and most of today bathed in the afterglow of what was one of the most memorable few days of my life.
I hope you all will have a chance to experience him in person. There's nothing quite like it.
Now where did I put that Kleenex?????
Jul 22 04 6:25 PM
Quote:First let me say that everyone at the preparty was so much fun and kudos to everyone that helped plan it. It was great getting a chance to meet the faces behind the names over the internet. This was our 4th concert but my friend's first summer concert. We spent the entire car ride down to Portsmouth getting her to practice singing Touch so she could audition for Jerome. Not only can she sing, she's really pretty and 26 too.
So after the preparty we get to the venue and immediately start to look for Jerome and bingo, we find him immediately. I told him we recruited a singer for him since we had talked to him in Charleston. Christina begins to sing Touch and he stops her and says you sing great but you have to sing a Clay song?? LOL Jerome don't you own Clay's CD?
Everyone around us immediately all yelled that it was a song from the album so he lets her continue. She finished that song and he said she was great but to get on stage she needs to sing a song from the show. So sorry guys, we tried for Touch but it isn't gonna happen. We hadn't practiced any others but she launched into MOAM and she was fantastic. So Jerome took her seat number and off we went to try and keep her from peeing her pants. Everyone that heard her sing said she was a shoe in.
Clay of course was amazing. Out of all the concerts we went to this was the most fun. I let myself scream and be as fangirly as I wanted so we had a blast. We had great seats right on the aisle so the view was great. Security was very tight about cameras and only took a few before I got yelled at so I put my camera away and just enjoyed Clay. So after the dancing girl who can shake things better than I ever will, Jerome comes down and checks our location and gives us the nod that he will be right back. So now we are all eeeeeeing pretty loudly. So Clay asks for the singer and Jerome is heading our way when someone else jumps up and he takes her up. We were disappointed but we figure we have two more chances in Roanoke and Baltimore. I am glad she had so much fun up there.
Clay is so breathtaking when he sings and so goofy when he is joking around with the audience. I love love love ISY and RTM but Rosanna really does something for me. He really wails on that song. It is fast becoming one of my favorites. Of course Solitaire is as always a showstopper. We got to cap the night off by waving to Clay as he left in the busses and then we dragged our tired selves two hours down the road to home so we could get up and head to Roanoke the next day.
Roanoke was also a blast and we did get to chat with Jerome again even though we were late getting to the coliseum. He had already picked the little sweetie that went up in Roanoke but did tell us that he was indeed coming for our friend in Portsmouth and that it was her night to sing but got mixed up trying to refind our row. That's why they had MOAM planned instead of what the other girl auditioned. He apologized and told us to get to Baltimore early and if she is the best again he'll see what he can do. He really was a sweetie about it and very sincere so we will cross our fingers and try one more time.
We also found out that Clay's rider does say only disposable cameras were allowed. Roanoke security was searching everything when we went in and were saying no cameras what so ever. We mentioned that to Jerome because he was asking why the mother of the girl that sang didn't bring her camera in so he was shaking his head that the venue can't follow a simple rider about the cameras.
So our teachers on a roadtrip is coming to a close tomorrow night at our last concert but we have had a blast at the last five concerts, embarrassed ourselves in front of our waitress, giggled like school girls, met some great people, witnessed many unforgettable moments, shook hands with Clay, i am still stupidly eeeing because Clay actually spoke to me (well he just said 'Oh OK' but he even says that very cutely and he said it to meeeee!!!) and finally we even created a new launguage...'Fred Faucet' LOL Heart and my friend are now rolling in the aisles but this is definitely a had to be there to think it's funny moment. So see y'all in Baltimore on the last stop of the best Clay road trip ever, at least until the next summer tour.
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Quote:Tuesday, July 20
Portsmouth, concert the second
My sister came with me to Portsmouth, so I thought it best to skip the ebird planned pre-concert dinner, in hopes of not scaring her with ideas of âinternet people.â Pointless, as it seems I saw nearly every one of you that were there. Thank you all for speaking to us and forcing me to try and explain how I know you. *g*
We got there earlish, parked easily, and walked to the venue. Our bags werenât checked at all as we entered. The Ntelos Pavilion was very nice. They have a park-like area with vendors and tables right on the water. We saw Jerome and my sister was amused/baffled at the people surrounding him, giving him stuff for Clay and having him sign autographs. âAs Clay?â she asked, and was even more thrown off when I told her that he signs as himself.
Our seats were in the orchestra on the camera boom side (formerly known as the grindage side). We were at the back of the orchestra, but still closer than I expected. Cherie still sang too many songs, but her bass was somewhat less offensive. Kyrielle and Attic244 had upgraded, so it was my sister, couchtomato, and I representinâ in row R. We were in the sandwich from hell of the extremes of Clayâs fanbaseâin front of us were a group of 8 year old girls who were only cute because they were 8 and behind us were 4 older, very drunk women. My sister found couchie very amusing and was amazed/slightly frightened that this was her 13th Clay concert.
Because there was a fixed stage, we had no catwalk, which seemed to throw Clay off a little. He received an excellent welcome, but overall, the crowd seemed more laid back than my other experiences. We all danced during WYSYLM and the drunk women behind us decided to climb on their chairs, giving my sister, couchie, and I a nice beer shower when they fell. They also managed to loudly sing every song and continue to exclaim, âHeâs so coolâ and âOh my God,â through the entire concert. We still had a good time. Some moments:
âHello Virginia! â¦ Iâve had some sweet tea, it seems like youâve had some too.â
Asking the dancer from the audience if she used to be a dancer. Clay is clearly too mannerly to ask if it involved a poll, but I imagine we all thought it.
Telling us he forgot how hot it gets in the south in the summer, that he was sweaty, and proceeding to sweat for the entire concert.
During Invisible, he jumped off the stairs. He jumped off the stairs! On the way back from Greensboro, I told Kyrielle that by the end of the tour, I figured he would do that. I had no idea that I would get to see it (twice) or if he had done it in Greenville or North Charleston (he hadnât) and wondered when he started reading our minds, but I didnât care, because he was Rock!Star!Clay! jumping off the stairs!
Again, the sustained applause at the end and absolute roar for Solitaire were amazing, especially considering the subdued nature of the crowd (comparatively).
YWTâI thought it was a smart move dropping the jacket (although it quickly reappeared), it really made a world of difference. The silence during the beginning of YWT was stunning, IMO.
During the beginning of Kyrie, he was doing the choreography along with Jacob and Angela, but stopped as soon as the spotlight was on him.
As we were making our way home, my sister assured me that she had a good time and enjoyed Clay. I donât know if sheâs been completely Clay-verted, but she definitely enjoys his voice, and possibly even more so, his personality. She loves just to hear him talk. Also, after looking at couchieâs pr0ngram over her shoulder, she commented that âhe can wear some clothes,â which echoes her comments after seeing Clayâs Rolling Stone, that if the singing thing doesnât work out, he could model. Randymacsis was also a huge fan of the entire band and the back-up singers; she was especially entertained by Danny and his boundless energy.
We were getting close to Richmond when she noticed a bus coming up behind and eventually passing us. She figured it was Clay (I wrongly doubted her). They flew by us, but we passed them as they slowed down through Richmond. I waved to the driver (Sarge?), which must have set off crazy-stalker alarms, as they slowed even more. Of course, hindsight being 20/20, I had nothing to write any sort of witty sign (like, âFollow us to Krispy Kremeâ) on. My sister refused to follow them on to Roanoke, so we just came on home.
The meers I talked to about Portsmouth all agreed that the mix of the audience was amazing. Lots of families, friends, all sizes, shapes and colors. Yes, it was a venue that has season ticket holders, but itâs still amazing to look across the audience and see the proverbial mixing bowl.
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