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Aug 22 04 9:30 PM
Quote:Clay in Clio, day two. AKA OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!! (also brought to you by the word "cute" )
Breakfast with stitchie, ebird and Jammy was FUN. Have you ever met these women? They can be crazy. We all went to Frankenmuth and walked around, EEEEEEEEE'd and walked and had ice cream and EEEEEEEEEEE'd and walked. Then, it was already time for the pre-concert dinner! Plecoptera did a MOST amazing job of planning. There was prizes and Broads and mashed tatoes, oh my! The food was delicious and the company was the best friends you could ask for. For some reason, I was called upon AGAIN to scream out the names of the people who won. What, am I loud or something? (stop laughing, Brandi).
My friend Lisa took her daughter over again to try out for Jerome. They were there at like 5:45pm and AGAIN she was the last one. Jerome said "NO MORE" but Lisa pushed up and tugged on his jacket. "JEROME! Do you have time for one more?" Boy or girl? "girl!" how old? "12!" Jerome said 'nononono, I have to go, they're calling me in my ear'. She said, "but look at her, she's so cute!" and Jerome turned around and my friend's daughter did the most PERFECT Puss-in-boots kitty eyes impression and he threw his hands up and said "how can I resist that!? SING!" Bummer that again she didn't get picked, they'll try again in Allegan.
The concert was AMAZING. The crowd was WILD! They were SOOOOOOO LOUD! We had happy! squealing! wedgie-picking! Clay! Yes, he PICKED a wedgie right there on the stage. Say it with me now, "AWWWWWWW!" Butt-picking Clay is so dang cute, ya'll.
He asked us "how many of ya'll were here last night?!" and almost the entire place screamed. "Well, there's some skewed ticket sales numbers!" Hee. He's so onto us.
Clay was in SUCH a good mood!!!
He was SOOOOOOOOOO growly. ISY was G R O W L Y. He practically spat at us. His leg was like he wasn't controlling it. His knee was shaking and he was jumping and OH MY GOD his face and his hands and his VOICE! Did I mention the GROWLING?! We also got the cackling laugh type thing. GOD he's sexy. We also had major growling in COF. WOW, what a song that is!!! He was also doing "come hither" with his hands to Quiana.
He razzed Angela about not knowing the set list and offered to give her one to put in her pocket. The Lordy Lordies were back on YGAF. Heh.
Raleigh ate the lei. But Clay told us she was alright. He then gave signed panties to a 15 yo. Heh.
He tried to introduce Clarence during Rosanna, but started to combine Clarence and Gainesville and then had a little tantrum while everyone laughed at him and he then informed us that he makes mistake and Jacob makes mistakes and even WE make mistakes. He was SOOOOOO cute. Danny had a TON of dogs in front of him. he said he'd gotten them all that NIGHT. Clarence had a little stuffed dog on his keyboard and Clay asked him where he got it. Clay said "that's nice that Danny shared one with you" and Clarence said he didn't know who it came from. Clay then reached over and flicked the dog off the keyboard. He then picked it up and said he was sorry and oh dear that was gonna be all over the message boards and the fake dog PETA was gonna be contacting him. He apologized and said he was very grateful for whomever gave it to them. He was SO ding-dang cute!!!
Right before the JT set, Clay gave Jacob a University of Michigan jacket. Now, my friend Lisa works at MSU, so we showed our displeasure by starting a chant. M! S! U! M! S! U! We needed some Michigan State love. He then stopped and told us we were gonna start a riot. Awww, rioting Clay fans. So cute. Hee.
Soltiare was even growly. When he sang the last "solitaire" he jerked his body away from the microphone and the entire amphitheater thudded.
We went down by the busses and he didn't disappoint. He came to the fence and had BOTH my hands and I said "MSU, Clay" and he looked at me and I said "MSU" and looked at his Michigan shirt and he smiled and shrugged....wait, I need a moment from looking into the eyes of the Aiken......................5 people down my friend Lisa said "Clay, you need a Michigan State shirt!" and he LAUGHED at her! I love him so mu-uh-uh-uh-uh-uch! (tm Raising Arizona).
We invaded Applebees and they were NOT happy. You'd think they'd want a bunch of women who were excited and spending money. Ah well, we watched aigf's Solitare from the night before and all died around the table. We heard jojoct got some Clack from tonight, including ISY. I think I love her.
It's sad that it's all over. Where did the weekend go? I can't even begin to thank and hug everyone that I met for making it one of the most memorable weekends ever. Let's do again sometime, shall we?
Aug 22 04 9:37 PM
Quote:We spent Saturday shopping, starting out in Frankenmuth at the Bonner's Christmas store (it is beyond imagination). luckiestdaughter describes it as the size of five Walmarts filled head to toe with Christmas. There must be millions of dollars of stuff in that place. We had a nice little ornament personalized with Clay's name for our tree....the sentiment reads "We couldn't ask for more in 2004". I thought that pretty much described things. The lady who was hand-painting his name unfortunately got it all mixed up and used a ball that said "First Christmas in our new home" instead. As pretty as it was, we got her to redo it, since our home is far from new. That one was still prominently on display when we left, and was attracting a fair bit of attention from the many Clay fans in the store. I wonder if anyone ended up buying it? Hee. Headed over to the Greenery for dinner, got lost and wound up at the venue, backtracked and realized we'd gone the wrong way (oops!). Good food, good company, good door prizes, what more can I say? Thanks to all involved for organizing.
Our tickets Saturday were much better, one in row Q and one in row L. *waves to seatmate kmh135*. We had a rockin' good time. There were many male Clay fans in attendance, some wearing Clay Dawgs shirts, and others wearing official Clay paraphanalia. We were laughing at the lady with the long arms before the set started, and wondering how distracting those things would be floating in front of your vision. Clay seemed v.v. impressed with them, and asked what they were made out of. She said slinkys and hose clamps and something else that cracked him up but I couldn't hear what. I was disappointed to hear that the thongs had sold out, since I wanted to buy a size XS to hang from my rear view mirror as a conversation piece. What? I got to hear Clay say "bring it", "she" in MOAM instead of "he", "thong", and "are you mad at me?" (btw, yes, I luuuurve the Clangela). The ISY leg shake killed us dead.....the section around me erupted into groans of ecstasy, which I'm sure will probably be heard on the clack that the nice lady beside me was taking. (Like a good meerkat, I procured her name and email addy.) Chain Of Fools was the hottest thing evah! He growled, he prowled, he enticed with his fingers, he danced, he wailed ....he pretty much gave us everything he had. GAH! During Solitaire, a train blew it's whistle, which cracked a few people up, but Clay never lost concentration or showed anything on his face. He knocked it out of the park again! How does he do this every night? I was in tears by the end, as much for the performance as for realizing that this was my last NaT concert (except Raleigh, if I make it there!)
We did head down to the buses this time, and stayed behind the 6 foot chain link fence, while lots of others were right alongside the buses. Everyone seemed to be behaving, although there weren't any barriers that I could see, except police tape. He came out in orange pants and headed to us first, touched hands over the fence and said "thank you for coming". He touched me! Eeeeee! I wished I could have though of something witty to respond with, like "thanks for having me", but all I heard was someone moaning "he's so cute" over and over. Was that me? We headed back up through the amphitheatre and procured a set list from the audio booth at the top of the stairs, bought a few more souvenirs (alas, no thong), and headed out. Went back to Applebee's where many meers were eeeeeeeeeing over clack. Poor restaurant didn't know what hit it - they told us there were only 4 servers on at that time of night, and the place was hoppin'!
Aug 22 04 9:39 PM
Quote:Ramblings of a Clio meerkat.
Thank you to JamTrac, Plecoptera and MusicMama for their work on the pre-concert dinners.
*waves* to all meerkats with whom I crossed paths this weekend, especially xfileluv, magnoliafan, va_1587 and friend who shared their room with us Friday night..
Concert tidbits as remembered:
Friday Night, Section 4, row M
There was a Y, big and burly, very short hair, jammin to Invisible in front of me.
We got the candy striped jacket, but he wore a steel blue shirt which hung past the jacket in past by at least 4 inches.
The laugh and growl in ISY was deadly and fantastic.
Waldo was in hiding and his legs seems to be closed (as much as possible) during the JT set.
During TITN when he was on the top platform he changed position and I was blinded by the light coming from between his legs.
At the buses, I touched Clay (as did about half the CH).
Saturday Night, Section 3, Row AA, seat 16 (8 seats from aisle, front row)
This seat was fantastic and horrible at the same time.
One of the robotic spotlights was right in front of me.
Derek was not completely behind his drum shield and at times some of the beats were so loud and powerful that both CAPlet and I jumped.
For YWT we could see about 3 inches of spiked hair and nothing else (I sat down and closed my eyes)
At various times a back up dancer, band member or security were blocking my view of Clay.
During Rosanna when he is jamming with Danny, he one legged leg hop backwards across the entire length of the stage. After which he turned to S'von and said, "What was that?" surprised at the move he had just done.
During the beginning of the "dance competition" when he saw the woman with the eight foot arms his response was, "Oh sh*t" or "Oh sh**". I heard him say @#%$ complete, CAPlet says he didn't complete it.
On one of Danny's travels over to Derek, he blew on the drum shield and then wrote Hi!!! to Derek in the fog.
During Chain of Fools, Angela, Jacob and S'von were doing a dance in front of Derek and Jacob and S'von messed up and she was like, "come on guys". When S'von set the portable keyboard back into its stand and returned to his keyboards, his leg got tangled in one of the cords and he was scrambling to get to his keys in time.
Clay saying that Clarence was from Gainesville, SC was priceless, especially after his chiding of Quianna about needing a passport for NM. He turned to her and said "you make mistakes too" and then to us and said, "So, do you".
Raleigh ate the lei so he had to give the dancer and autographed thong. When he found out she was only 15, he said, "I cannot give a 15 year old panties." They finished the dance and he made Jacob give it to her saying, "Clay Aiken did not give you these panties, Jacob did."
During the speech before Invisible he said that he never thought he would make it as far as he did on AI and because of us everything was icing on the cake, "and it is a lot of icing".
Let's just call Saturday night, the night of rumpled Clay. The condition of his clothes was bad and not just one outfit but all of them. The plaid used car salesman jacket (as seen through binoculars, from behind from the front row) looked like it had been rolled up in a ball and he picked it up, shook it out and put it on. The blue shirt in which he started the show looked like he had taken a nap, woke up and hit the stage. (Has anyone reported seeing John recently?)
If he didn't think ISY killed enough of us on Friday he tried very hard to kill us more on Saturday. Where he got the leg shake I don't know, but GAH!!!!
He is a little @#%$, but I love him. During Invisible, the blatant shirt tugs were sexy because he knew exactly what response he was going to get.
I watched him through binoculars a lot this weekend and I wish there had been a camera attached on some of what I saw because he was gorgeous.
The response and applause for ISY both nights was amazing. Friday night he tried to deflect the several minute applause by saying the backups deserved our praise too. Saturday night, which was longer, he accepted it.
The crowd Saturday was fantastic, up and dancing the entire time. Friday not so much.
I do not think he wanted to leave the stage on Saturday as our love was pouring out to him and he was soaking it up like a sponge.
The Flint Journal review is very pretty and impressive in person but I wish the reviewer had been at Saturday night's concert instead of Friday.
That is all for now.
Aug 23 04 6:44 AM
Quote:I'm back from Clio2 and I don't think I'll stop flying for days. This is my first attempt at doing this, so please take pity on me and keep in mind that I'm still in a Clay-daze.
Since so many meers have very eloquently reviewed the incredible concert of Saturday night, I'm not going to go into the concert so much as the pre-concert events. *g*
Let me backtrack a wee bit. When it was announced that Clay would be appearing in Syracuse and then in Hamburg, I felt VERY lucky to be attending 2 NOT shows. This was going to be the first time that I had seen him twice during one tour, so I was thrilled. Then a few weeks back a friend of mine emailed me and asked if she could get me a decent ticket to Clio2, would I come. I told my hubby about this and he asked me why I wasn't going and the rest is history.
My friend insisted on not telling me where my seat was, so I decided to just roll with it and play the game. Once we arrived in Birch Run after our 5 hour trek from Toronto, we headed to the Exit for a late lunch. I had consumed half my lunch when my friend's partner in crime said that it was time to tell me. Well, I was handed my ticket - row 3 centre stage! This would be the closest that I had ever gotten to the Clayton. To say that I was thrilled would be an understatement. Then came the most amazing words I have ever heard in my life. Friend's partner informed me that I would not only be seeing Clay in concert, but I would be meeting him! Seems that my two friends won the BAF auction for tickets and M&G passes and partner was giving up her pass for me because she had met him before and wanted me to have the opportunity to as well!! EEEEEE!!! At that moment, I pushed my lunch away because there would be no more food for me and all I could manage was, "alrighty then". *g* I could not believe the generosity of this person. Clay fans ROCK!
I spent the afternoon trying to burn off energy and being incredible nervous. Finally it was time for my friend and I to head over to the venue. Parking was incredibly bad even then, so I can only imagine what it was like for people who ventured over to the venue after 5:30. We nervously stood and waited for Jerome to escort the 8 of us into see Clay. Jerome is an extremely sweet man, even while he was reading us the riot act. Most important rule was that there would be no kissing, hugging, jumping on, mauling, blah, blah, blah, Clay. The list seemed to go on forever and we all giggled along with Jerome. He then decided that our group would be broken into two for pictures. The two of us would be with the two young girls next to us, then the 4 sisters would have their picture taken together with Clay. We were lined up by the bus to wait.
I fully expected us to be herded backstage where Clay would be sitting at a table to sign our stuff. It was my understanding that this was the way that M&Gs typically went. Needless to say I was totally taken by surprise when I heard a beautiful voice saying, "hey guys, how are ya?" and I looked up and Clay was 3 ft away from me. Let me take a moment to say that this man is so friggin purdy. His hair was done and he had no makeup on whatsoever. I kept telling myself all afternoon to avoid looking into his eyes at all cost for fear of being lost in them and therefore losing all signs of intelligence. However, you really have no choice because when he speaks to you, he looks right in your eyes and holds you there. GUH! He proceeded down the line asking each of us our name, repeating it and then saying nice to meet you.
Once he finished greeting us, he then walked to the front of the line and asked what he could sign for us. I handed him my MOAM (which I always carry with me just in case - good thing I did) and he signed it with my name and All My Love, Clay Aiken. See he really does love me - now I have proof. What? *g* I opened my mouth and I was extremely surprised that intelligent words came from it. Of all the things I could say to him, I wanted to drill coming to Canada into his brain so I asked him how his trip to Toronto was and he raised his eyebrows and said, "it was interesting". I said, "uh oh, what happened?". He then said that the weather was terrible. I asked him if he was going to come back - by this time he was already signing my friend's AI2 I Love TO concert pic - and he told me that he'd LOVE to. Then I think my brain shut down because instead of saying, "we'd love to have you", I said, "I would too." DOH! I remember thinking I'm so dead because he's not going to let that go by and he didn't disappoint. He turned to me, looked straight in my eyes and said, "Oh, you'd love to go to Toronto too?" I quickly said, "uh yeah, but how about after the concert?". He let out a big giggle and continued to sign autographs. Apparently a crowd had gathered on the other side of the fence, but they were very quiet. A few fans shouted out to him and he looked up and waved. If anyone happened to catch the M&G on film, I would be very grateful to that meer. *g*
When he was done, Jerome told us to put our disposable cameras (I tried to get my digital in, but they made me check it at the box office window) on the retaining wall in front of us. Clay told Nick that he wanted to have his picture taken with the two girls next to us, with me and my friend and then the 4 sisters. OMG, we were so excited and didn't mention a word about what Jerome had said. Nick and some girl got the cameras mixed up, which was NOT difficult to do since most disposables look the same. At one point, Clay asked whose camera was whose and we all spoke at one time and he said, "whoa! Hold on!" *g* Teacher Clay immediately took over and asked Nick to hold up each camera one at a time and he asked who it belonged to. The first one belonged to the two young girls, so he did their picture. Then he looked up and asked me if the grey one was mine, I said, "yes" and he said, "okay here we go". He quickly popped between my friend and I and put his arms around us. GUH! I thought to hell with the most important rule since he touched me first and I put my hand just below his waist. He stepped out of the pose and said, "wait, whose camera is that?". My friend said that it was hers and he said, "okay, here we go again" and we went back into our pose. This time my hand got stuck on his back pocket so I touched his ass. HEE! He said thank you to us and moved onto the group of sisters for their picture.
When the photos were finished, he walked back to the front of the line and thanked us all for coming (hee!) and that he really hoped we enjoy the show and to have a great time. I told him to take care and he said thanks. Then he was gone. It happened so fast and if I didn't have the picture to prove it, I would have thought it was a wonderful dream.
My friend and I walked through the venue grounds afterwards and were stopped by many fans who asked us about our experience. I LOVED my 15 minutes of fame and being able to relive my tale. It was really the most incredible experience and I feel so blessed to have the opportunity to meet him.
My seat was incredible and I spent the concert in dream mode. My brain was trying to fathom the fact that I had just met this man and that I actually touched those incredibly beautiful fingers. *mommy* This was by far the best concert that I have ever seen. He was funny, snarky, and just plain HAWT.
The only thing that would have made this experience better (besides meeting MnM) would be if I could have smuggled my digital in. I had planned on gathering clack, but unfortunately besides the fact that my camera was at the box office, I had two security people directly in front of me and I was on the aisle. There was no way I'd be able to do it. Sorry guys!
Well, that's my story. If you're still reading, thanks for sticking with me. I've enjoyed reading all the recaps and stories. Thanks to everyone for sharing!
Aug 23 04 8:20 AM
Quote:Iâm really loving all the Clio recaps. You know Iâm enjoying the re-caps more then the Saturday concert I was actually at, probably because I donât have nearly a whole row of hysterically high pitched shriekers right behind, who also insisted on hitting me in the head with beach balls, and yelling sexiest singer whenever they stopped shrieking for a minute. Iâm really not made for concerts.
I donât have anything to add to the actual recaps, but thought Iâd pass on the comments from my husband and daughter who are not Clay fans.
My husband, who is a very nice man, went to a ticket master outlet the day tickets went on sale, was first in line, and came proudly home with bleacher seats saying how lucky he was to get them because the next person on line was told everything was gone. When I went on line Sunday and found out that there were better seats to be had from the box office he was really disappointed and spent most of Monday trying to get through to Clio. He did wind up with 2 seats that were actually pretty good. In the end he used one of the bleacher seats (Iâm thinking I probably would have been better off there, he didnât have continuous shriekers in his area).
My husband thought it was wonderful that people were having such a good time and that the experience meant so much to them. He had older twin sisters right in front of him standing on top of the bleacher seats dancing away (they did make him a little nervous and he said he was ready to catch them if they fell). Also near him were parents with a young girl who was almost immobile with cerebral palsy. The parents told him that the girl did not respond to much but she did respond to Clay. My husband said the girl looked transported and tried to move her hands a little. The parents were in tears and said they would travel anywhere to see their daughter that happy. He thought Clay sang well but that the performance was neither good nor bad; that the covers (if not the songs from MOAM) afforded him the possibility of richer musical interpretations than the ones he had developed. For some context here, my husband writes classical orchestral and piano music for fun, so his orientation is not the norm. He thought Clay seemed most engaged when singing with other people on stage or with the audience in Invisible. The thing that surprised me the most was when he said he didnât like the Clay persona. All along my husband had said he like Clay as he appeared on television or in print interviews. He felt that Clayâs interactions with his back up singers and band revealed a mean streak that he had not seen before and that his joy in shaming people was unseemly. He was not amused at those interactions at all.
On the other side of the area, my daughter was promising not to have a knee jerk negative reaction but to be as objective as possible. She has had some classical voice training. Her response was that it was astounding how perfectly he controlled his voice, almost frightening, but that it was still uninteresting to her. Surprisingly, she thought he was taking few vocal risks (given what he was capable of) and that in MOAM he had taken more. On the way home we played MOAM and she listened and explained what she meant. It seems to me that what is missing from the live performance that I do hear in the CD is some levels of vocal subtlety. I think Clay is responding to the audience response to the glory notes and growls and other crowd pleasing moments and is replacing the sense of intimacy he does so well with some broader more energetic interpretations which do not always translate to a better vocal performance as opposed to performance as entertainment. She loved the backup singers, thought they were wonderful, liked Cherie and thought that after some more experience and getting better control of her voice and being allowed to sing songs that fit her range better she would wind up being very good. She too said during the performance, so before meeting up with her father, that she could not understand why Clay would taunt his own musicians and was very bothered by it. She thought it was not just unkind but unprofessional.
YWT was an experience. I had told her that Clay sang a CCM song at the concert without any further explanation or commentary. When Clay rose up on the elevator in the white suit she started to laugh, trying to choke back any actual sound. I was watching the videos and not Clay during the performance. At the point where we get the stained glass, she suddenly started laughing uncontrollably. Now I thought the video was really cheesy, but couldnât understand what she was laughing so hard at. It turns out that from the angle we were sitting, when Clay turned his hands over wrists upward in that outward prayer gesture, it looked to her like light was streaming out of his wrists and she said that she couldnât help but thinks OMG itâs a Spiderman-Jesus.
So no Clayversions in my family, but a general consensus that he has an excellent voice and vocal control.
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