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Jul 21 04 3:02 PM
Jul 21 04 9:50 PM
Quote:Destination: North Carolina.
After 1,353 miles, three cappucino Moolatte's, seven Biggie Iced Tea's (fresh brewed, unsweetened, no lemon), one scary man with two teeth and copious amounts of sour Skittles, I am home from the Carolina (for me) Two-fer!
Bear with me, because this is likely to be long and extremely gushing. Heh. I like it that way.
Did I say I had a great time at the concert in ******on? Well, I really did, but Greensboro and Greenville shows were absofrickenlutely incredible! I think for me, it was the indoor venue vs the outdoor stadium. I loved the openness of the WI show and his voice carries so beautifully in the night air, but I missed the intimacy of being inside, in the dark, with Clay. I think the Jumbo Tron's are an absolute neccessity for me to feel 100% connected to the concert. I have no idea why, but I guess I just need to see his beautiful face magnified on ginormous screens. I'm sure no one else feels that way. *g*
The trip to NC:
I left work around noon, with pigtails in my hair and my IT shirt on my back. I figure I might as well give in to my inner 12 year old fangirl all the way. Why is it that everywhere I go requires me to travel on I-70? I hate that damn highway.
North Carolina is a beautiful state. Not so much with the sense-making road signs, but beautiful nonetheless. ebird lives in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, it's her, deer, trees and cute little toads that hop across your bare feet on the driveway, forcing you to shriek in terror, tossing all of your worldly possessions in the air as you scamper away from that tarantula that just touched you. When you find out it's a cute little froggy thing, you feel kinda silly. Her house is amazing. I want to live there. Also, she has the most enormous loving kitties and sweetest pooch ever! He slept with me for a little bit, must have known I was missing Aiken.
We stayed up entirely too late, drinking wine, talking about tupperware, sharing recipes and forging a plan for world peace. Ok, fine. We smutted. Hello? It was me and ebird. If luna would have been there, I'm pretty sure the house would have gone up in flames.
In the morning, she made me a fabulous breakfast (who knew ebird could be so domestic?) of a mushroom and cheese omelette, toast and cheese grits! I knew I was in NC for sure! Right before we left, she showed me this secret sound proof room she has in the garage. Umm, Clay? Be careful. Think Misery, but with sex. *g*
When we finally made it to Greensboro, we stopped by the coliseum, where we kept our distance from the crazies. Oh my. There was a woman who was, um, more than sufficiently adorned. Apparently her mother never told her that before you go out the door, you should always take off one piece of jewelry. Less is more. Less dangly Clay picture earrings. Less track pants with I <3 Clay embroidered down the side. Less pictures and words on your homemade Clay shirt. Less necklaces with the name CLAY spelled out. Less glitter, always less glitter (unless it's South Beach of course). Less Clay signs. And most importantly, less red sparkly deely-boppers that spell C-L-A-Y on top of your head. I'm not quite sure how we kept a straight face when we overheard her 12 year old son say, "Ok mom, let's get out of here for a while before you get weird." I'm sure she was a very nice woman.
The Travelodge in Greensboro is an interesting place. If you bat your eyelashes at Claude the delightful desk clerk, while sucking on a straw, it gets you into your room early. We haunted tickets.com in shifts, while waiting for DanieP80 and Anne to arrive. The four of us together are an indominitable smut force. They had a loverly wet spot on their floor, which for once, we could not blame on ebird. On the way to the pre-party to meet up with geekette (*wet slobbery smoochies*) and the rest of the CH, they were nice enough to throw a (thankfully new and still packaged) Rough Rider Studded for Your Pleasure condom into our car that they found in the parking lot. That was quite a shock, especially since I'm used to throwing condoms OUT of the car into the parking lot.
It was wonderful to see everyone again and meet some new CH'ers! Thanks to FearofH2O for the party!! I got to see my lovely calliek with the heart of gold! Those crazy Florida gals were in attendance and I finally got to meet Scarlett, Solo and grownup and see the hilarious PerusingOne again! I love them! Oooh, and most importantly, I got to give kimiye hugs personally this time. Not that it wasn't just as good to get second hand hugs from Tasapio (who I love and is brilliant!) in St Louis, but I got to love my kimiye in person this time!
It was delightful to get to chat with Kyrielle and randymacgirl again too! I miss you guys, we never seem to get enough time to talk! And I can't forget the lovely Qoatg, with the mostest beautiful hair that ever was. I have serious hair envy. Yay, I finally got to meet Salamander, she is the sweetest! Wheeee! And that NSST is such a smutterwhore. I liked her instantly! I met an awesome broad named JennaH from the Virgin Islands, who was a total sweetheart. I'm so afraid that I'm going to forget someone. It's so hard when there are so many people and you only get a minute to talk and you have to sit down to eat your dinner. *g* I loved seeing dolce (I'm writing this while listening to the cellcert and she is cracking me up tonight! "I'm soo going to hell!" Heh.) and deborah again, concert sluts that they are, I feel like I see them more than I see my parents. Hee. Finally, A-whoofreakinhoo to seeing my sweetie couchtomato again. She was far less dusty this time and had on totally cool bleach free clothing! Hee.
Are you sick of my babbling yet? We haven't even gotten to the concert yet. Ooops, let's take care of that now...
As we made our way toward the arena, ebird wondered why people were kinda looking at her funny, seeing as how she wasn't wearing anything that blinked or sparkled. We tried to warn her back at the hotel prior to the show, but "she who would not be spoiled/Quiana wannabe" wouldn't listen. Heee. How cute is ebird? I love her!
We herded our way into the merchandise corral, where I felt like someone should brand me with a hot iron poker. Oooh, can I get a CA logo tattoo? Danie, Anne and geekette are sane, so they opted to go to their seats. ebird and I are not so intelligent. I think I sweated off 10 pounds in that crowd, but it was worth it to have the funniest conversation ever with a huge fan. She was a darling older fan, with bright red hair, a Clay shirt, purse, earrings, necklace and visor. I almost lost it when she was telling us about her niece (?) who made shorts with pictures of Clay on each cheek. This woman was absolutely hilarious and she didn't even bat an eye when ebird and I accidently smutted right in front of her. You try standing less than 10 feet away from that pr0ngram (and assorted tshirts and posters in full view) for a sustained period of time in blistering, sweaty heat and not talking about hot sex with Clay. We were very good though. Especially when this adorable red haired little girl with red blinky shoes behind us started talking to us. It was her first Clay concert and she was so excited!
Ok, merchandise in hand, we proceeded to the concession stand, where we flirted shamelessly with the nice older gentleman, so he would give us our caps back from our water bottles. Seriously, do they really think I am going to throw my cap at Clay? Myself, yes. My cap? No. Unless someone has some scientific evidence that throwing a teeny plastic cap at him will cause his pants to come undone and magically fall to the ground, I'm really more concerned about keeping my pr0ngram dry. At least until I can get it home and have my way with it. Speaking of which, they could sell those suckers for at least $40 if they came pre-laminated and accompanied by a shot of Depo Provera.
Oooh, almost forgot, we went to the bathroom. Yes, this part of the story has a purpose. We ran into MsMia (squeeee!) and karma (who is crazy, but I adore her!) and the awesome traveler, dosqueen. I love that I also see her more than my grandmother and she freaking lives in Abu Dhabi!
This was also when I was waiting in line forever for the bathroom and I commented to the other women that they should really make all of the bathrooms for ladies at Clay Aiken concerts. Of course then I remembered there are no ladies there, only broads, but regardless, it's really silly how long you have to stand in line. I started relating the story of how I barged into the men's bathroom in Chicago at the pre party and one of the women eyed me warily before saying, "What board are you from?" Heh. It's like we set off warning alarms.
Ok, finally, Cherie stops screeching and we make our way to our seats. Um, remember how I said I missed the Jumbotrons? Well, we were now approximately 10 feet away from one. I have never sat in the lower bowl before, right next to the stage and those were great seats. Still close to the stage, with a great view of the screens! I am in position next to the adorable Danie, she of the magnificent camera, while geekette, Anne and ebird straddle the seats right behind us. Ok, ebird was straddling, I'm pretty sure geekette and Anne were behaving themselves.
When you hear the music start and the lights begin to flash and the stairs rise? Oh my. There really is nothing like that feeling, is there? It's official, I need to see Clay inside, in the dark. In concert that is. Otherwise, I'm making him leave the lights on!
I can't believe that only a year ago, I was watching this kid on tv. With his cute little boy smiles and innocently gawky hip shakes, he seemed so self conscious and clueless about his appeal. I know he still says he considers himself a "nerd," an "ugly duckling," but he doesn't show it on stage. I think he has always been supremely confident in his vocal talent and didn't much care what anyone thought of his looks, but now that he has thousands of women screaming for him every night, he is filled with some new found confidence that manifests itself in the form of pure sex every night on that stage. It's mostly only when he's bantering in between songs that goofy Clayton comes out. I love both with ridiculous amounts of fangirly passion.
Watching him go from funny, chatterbox Clayton, to smoldering hot Clay Aiken, Rock Star is my favorite part of the show. He takes so much pride in his performance and his job to entertain. I realize that he may not strike the right chord with every fan with every choice, but he works for it on so many levels. It's like there's a little something for everyone. This show is so much more professional than the IT and it's amazing in that capacity. The stage, the lighting, the clothes etc. All a giant step up from the IT, in my opinion.
I always love the energy you get from an NC show, it can't be beat. The whole crowd is screaming and shaking and the vibrations are intense. I swear you can feel it for a good hour afterward. (Which is the best kind of sex a person can ask for, you know) I'm kinda surprised Danie was able to capture so many amazing pictures, what with me swooning into her and grabbing her arm repeatedly. I don't scream, I don't whoop and holler, but I do swoon and sway and dance around like an idjit. I also bite my hand a lot. A whole hell of a lot.
I don't know how many times I looked at that Jumbotron and thought to myself, "Is it possible to actually love a man you have never met?" I was starting to fear for my sanity, because he is so beautiful it really does make your heart ache a little. Then I realized that I wasn't insane, I was lucky. I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again, but we really are so fortunate to experience this passion for something. So many people spend every day slogging through life, just trying to make it through the week. For me, at the end of the week, I get to see Clay Aiken perform. (Honestly, at the rate I'm going, it's practically every weekend. Someone at work asked me why they didn't just offer to let me leave my car in Wisconsin and hitch a ride on the bus with them. Hardeeharhar.) There will be more realizations of this to come at the Greenville show.
Ok, the intro to the JT set. Hmmm. I remember reading a recap where someone mentioned that he said he couldn't sing harmony in school choir because he was still a soprano in the 8th grade. Heee. That's funny. Why don't I remember that? I'm certain I would have laughed if I had. Odd. I have no memory of this moment. So, then I watched wmmah's JT Intro and it all came flooding back to me. This comment was made during the Unholy Raking of the Fingers Up and Down His Thigh (repeatedly, gahhhh). Followed by the Continuous Fondling of Any and All Air and Fabric in His Vicinity. Hello, Tactile Boy!
No wonder I have no memory of him actually speaking in this part of the show. All I heard was, "Oh mahhhh gawwwwwd. Oh my. Oh my. Ohmyohmyohmy. Seven, seven, seven, seven.....S.E.V.E.N. *exhale*" I'm really not quite sure if I hit ebird or Danie first, in order to make sure they were catching this erotic display. I do know that the hitting was not neccessary, because they were most definitely already watching the JumboPr0n. Oh what I would give for a nice close up piece of that ass, I mean, clack. Clay, you have several lethal weapons at your disposal: hands, voice and eyes. Please take pity on us and use them often and not wisely.
I know several others have mentioned the JT set that evening. It was both gorgeous and hilarious at the same time. When Jacob started in with his "Lordy's," the look on Clay's face was freakin' priceless. When they all ended up together downstage at the end of the set, and the "Lordy's" continued, they were laughing and dancing around with glee. I couldn't help myself. I jumped up and down like a 5 year old on Christmas morning. I LOVE that he is having so much fun with everyone. It makes me so ridiculously happy. I guess I'm a total cheeseball, but the idea that they are enjoying each other so completely filled me with total joy. Thankfully, my seatmates are cheeseballs too and they felt the same way. Heh.
STO is perhaps the cutest thing evah! I love, love, love it and I love the rare mixture of goofy Clay and grinding Clay in the same song. It's the best combination next to peanut butter and chocolate. There was some seriously cute dancing going on there, have I mentioned I adore him?
Rosanna is my new favorite song. Love it to pieces. Is that note higher than the beginning of BMUB? I am a musical moron, but I know that when he wails on this song, it makes my already molten fangirly insides bubble into a searing pool of lava. This guy is some scary force of nature. He makes my head swim with one tilt of the head and a few straining neck cords.
I was amazed at what a difference it made to be able to see Clay more closely during YWT, compared to ******on. Sure, the JumboPr0n doesn't really work for me when it's displaying crosses instead of crotches, but his voice is so damn gorgeous that I didn't even notice this time. Go figure. What was a bit over the top and cheesy for me in WI, was an amazing performance for me this time around. When it was over, I turned to Danie to tell her to feel my arm, covered in chillbumps. Her arm brushed up against mine and we felt like sandpaper, both of us completely goosepimpled. (Heh, upon re-reading this, that sounds like a really bad Harlequin romance novel.) The response was pretty amazing in Greensboro, in my opinion, the crowd absolutely roared for this song when it was over. I'm really not sure what it was that made the difference last weekend, but this number freaking blew me away. It took me a full five minutes to regain my composure and turn to ebird to announce, "Would it be wrong if I brought a sign to Greenville that said, 'Clay, I want to be your Personal Jesus?'" Straight to hell, do not pass go, do not collect a handbasket.
I was sitting next to the nicest couple during the show. This was her first concert, and her husband had bought the tickets for her for her birthday. I told him he was a good man to accompany her to the show. He liked Clay too! Afterward, I was talking to her about how amazing and powerful he is when he sings spiritual songs. I mentioned the demos. She had a blank look on her face. I asked her if she was on the internet. She nodded sheepishly and said her husband helps her sometimes, but mostly just with her email. I asked her if she had ever seen any concert videos or heard any of his other songs. "There's a DVD of his concert????" she said incredulously. Oh my. I explained to her what clack was and got her email address from her husband right away. I told her I would take care of her ) Poor woman has hardly even seen him since AI and in the wise words of bluedawg, "I think it's about to get a lot worse." Hee.
After much eeeeeing and squeeeeing, we managed to make our way to a bar for a couple of quick drinks, as we had to get some sleep in order to awaken the next morning and head to Greenville. Drinking vodka and viewing Danie's clack with PRoC'ers is the mostest fun ever.
This is the longest and most obnoxious post in the history of Clay fandom. I will spare you the pain and do my Greenville recap later. Think there's any chance it will be finished before I go to Foxwoods?
Aug 29 04 9:57 AM
Quote:133 Hours of Joy: randymacgirlâs Summer of Clay
In just 5 Â½ days, I spent nearly 17 hours traveling nearly 1000 miles; worked 1 Â½ days; attended 2 CH pre-concert dinners; bought one piece of porn, disguised as a tour pr0ngram; introduced my sister to Live!Clay!; stayed in one hotel; discussed my hopes for Clayâs career Clay Nation, and Clay; ate at Bojangles; drank Cheerwine; had a beer shower; got passed by and passed Clayâs bus; and saw three concerts featuring Homecoming!Clay!, Sweaty!Clay!, and Smutty!Glasses!Clay!
Friday, July 16
Greensboro, Concert the First
Kyrielle and I left Richmond around noon on Friday. After stopping at Target to buy disposable cameras, we hit the road listening to Clay talk about bottling his fans enthusiasm, his preference for regular boxers, and Arthurâs Teacher Troubles. Our trip was uneventful, and we made our way to our hotel and on to the venue for our pre-concert dinner. FearofH20, shineinnc, and their Broad counterparts did a lovely job planning our dinner. There were great favors and even better company. It was great to see Fear and playbiller, dolce and Deborah, ebird, geekette, Danie, and Brandi again. I was happy to meet kimye, couchtomato, laughingoutloud and friend, NSST and daughter, and Invisible### and son (I know Iâve left a bunch of you out, and sincerely apologize for my lapse in memory). We nearly had to ask our servers to âgo back there and cook us some chickenâ when they were a little slow refilling the serving dishes. After buying our pr0ngrams, we headed to our seats. Kyrielle and I had upgraded from the back of the floor to seats on the side section. However, because my current size made those seats a very tight squeeze, we were offered seats on the side of the floor, which we took. The seats were not as good as the ones we moved from, since we were now level on the floor, but were still an improvement from our original seats.
I will never forget the anticipation that filled my whole person the very first time I saw Clay in concert (just this past Marchâseems like an eternity ago). While I canât say that I still get that excited, I think, that for me, the anxious anticipation has been replaced with a sense of true joy and familiarity. There is still nothing that compares to seeing him live. We suffered through Cherie and her unbearably loud bass. She sang about 4 songs too many, and then it was time. The coliseum was packed fullâcouples, families, friendsâand then it started. Youâve seen it all time and again, no doubt. The lights begin, the jumbled sounds that have been the soundtrack for the past 18 months of our lives, the stairs lift, and there he isâtelling us how he wants to go where the streets have no name. After âShine,â he took off running down the catwalk and I feared he might run off the end, as once happened to Xtina. He told of how happy he was to be in NC and we told him how glad we were to have him there. After seeing him 5 times in person, Iâve learned that Iâm lucky to remember moments and any hope of recalling a concert in its entirety is lost on me (I had to ask Kyrielle if he sang the âtalk to in bedâ during STO after the concert). My moments from Gâboro, in no particular order:
Clay dancing with audience girl (who Iâve read he knew from middle school) was great. I particularly liked the knowing look shared between Jacob and Clay.
During Kyrie, when he goes to the top level and began clapping his hands over his head, the whole audience began clapping in unison with himâit happens at the end of the Invisible video and at all three of my concerts. Kyrielle says itâs because itâs a rockinâ song, but I found it to be very cool (and a bit freaky) that he has that type of power over the crowd.
I may have possibly become verklempt during SBJ. I told Kyrielle that it was the best I had ever heard him. I later amended that statement as it wasnât necessarily the best, but the purest. I adored the entire JT set and find the featuring of the backups to be generous and appropriate. I know that much has been said and asked regarding the âLordyâs during YGAF. As far as my memory recalls (and I think the video and mp3 confirm), Quiana busted out the first âLordy,â as she was into the song. I think it tickled Jacob, who kept repeating it as he finished the song. This is only my opinion, and I didnât find it distracting. Things like this are what makes each show special and unique, again, only my opinion.
Having only heard the very first cellcert and having not seen any video, I found the addition of STO to have been a very good idea. It truly sets the energy for the second set and itâs amazing to me how much he really sounds like Demo!Clay!
AAL just makes me ridiculously happy (Iâm so glad it was in the shows I attended).
All the way to Gâboro, Kyrielle picked out songs Clay could replace Rosanna with. I was indifferent to it going into the concert. After hearing it-complete love-perfection-amazing (and yes, I am really Diane Warren).
YWTâpretty song sung with great passion. I found the video to not be off-putting at all, but Iâm pretty conservative (especially compared to most of you). However, despite my conservatism and my Christian conservative upbringing, the âHallelujah handsâ (tm Kyrielle) were bothersome to me. From where we were sitting it was like a tent revival.
TITN-I was so happy to get to see this in person, but I wish there was some way for him to be closer to the audience or connect to the audience more during this.
Throughout the concert, the level of applause/screaming was sustained or continued to steadily grow, but when he came back out for Solitaire, the roar was indescribable.
North Carolina shows are great because the crowds are amazing, even if Clay is a little tighter because he wants to do a good job for the hometown crowd (or whatever other reason). Seeing everyone up, dancing, and singing along during Invisible is always a treat.
Faye was there, as well as Clayâs grandparents. He mentioned a middle school choir teacher, when telling about still singing soprano in the 8th grade. I saw Suzanne sitting in a roped off section during the first set with some other folks (presumably friends). They went backstage during intermission and didnât return.
After the concert we went to find food and returned to our hotel to bask in the afterglow. I knew a lot about the show going in. I had heard one very weak cellcert, knew the set list, seen a couple of pictures, and had read everything y'all had had to say about it. Because I was going to mulitple concerts and knew I would have the opportunity to soak it all in, I am glad that I hadn't watched any clack. The thrill of not really knowing exactly what to expect next makes it all exciting. Plus, it negates the possibility of being disappointed when he might change something up. Not that I'm not all for the clack, but it's sometimes nice to have the first time hold some surprises.
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