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Mar 8 04 1:43 AM
Quote:Here's my recap that I posted on another board. I'm trying to clean up the language, but if I miss any naughty words, oh, well.
First, only for Clay would I drive home from a concert in a blinding snowstorm! We had white-out conditions and ice was flying from the hood of my car into my windsheild. I couldn't see the road more than two feet in front of me. We decided to take 309 home instead of the turnpike because it was raining really hard when we left the arena. 309 is a two lane road that winds through the mountains. About 15 minutes into our drive home, it turned to snow, F&c$ing blizzard snow! I was driving about 15 miles an hour with a truck behind me whose headlights blinded me for about 40 minutes. f***tard.
I just wanted to let you all know that I'm in the hospital at this moment popping out twins 'cos boyfriend f*cked me to death tonight.
First, Julia and I got to Wilkes, but we got a little lost IN Wilkes. Finally found our way to the arena and I picked up my ticket. Long line, but they were all asking for Monster Truck tickets for April/May. WTF? You have Clay freaking Aiken in your town and you're concerned about Monster Trucks? Got my ticket and asked if I could take the gift basket in and they said probably not, but I could try when I came back for the concert.
So Julia and I got in the car and were trying to find B&N. I had MoaM in the tape deck and all of a sudden, my tape started to sound really funny. WTF? Then I realized that it wasn't the tape, it was my freaking cell phone playing ringtones of Invisible! I had never received a call on it before!!!
Went to the arena and I took my basket. Found the banner people there and introduced everyone to each other and had fun for a few minutes talking to various board members. Momma Faye signed the banner. When I walked into the arena, I immediately spotted a lone security guard and took the basket to her. She promised to get it backstage and about two minutes later, someone took it, so at least I hope it got back to Clay instead of in some guards house! I did put my name, and seat location on the back of the sign. And, of course, inside my name and address for the thank you leter that he's never going to send to ANY fan that sent him a gift. Jeezus, Clay, I thought your momma brung you up better than that!!
Kav, et all, were sitting in row 11, Podsoda in row 10, CMurray from RHT right behind me, WinkyDink from CH got the seat I had in Philly (she handed Clay some flowers, he eye-f*cked her while singing to her and winked at her. Bitch! Aw, Winky, I lurves you!). Saw Alicia (Philly CD release coordinator) and various other posters I met at various concerts.
Sat through the Beu Sisters. I kind of liked them, they were energetic and harmonized well. Then came Kelly. Well, a lot of people stood, especially in the first few rows and they all congregated around the catwalk. Along came security and told us ALL to sit down! WTF? Sit down at a concert? Poor Kelly. 'cos after that, only a few stood for fear of bringing the wrath of the Security Guards on our heads. Kelly finished and we were all waiting for Clay Aiken, the God of the Arena, to bless us with his presence.
I would estimate it was at least a 90% Clay crowd. The screams were deafening!
Then came boyfriend. I won't run through the entire concert, you know the drill, but I will tell you certain parts.
We were bad. We made Clay cry. During the acoustic set, during 'Measure of a Man', he sang the first two lines. He must have heard us sing along so he shut up and the entire freaking arena sang the complete MoaM to him! He was absolutely shocked, he never expected it. He was moved to tears. Angela wiped a tear from her eyes, then Clayton got all verklempt and had to stop in the middle of the set to take it all in. He put his head down in disbelief and his humble, aw-shucks body posture took over. Since this happened on the side of the stage away from me, I tried to catch the moment from the Jumbotron but don't know if I did. It was a 'moment' and I will never forget it. Just hearing 8,800 people sing HIS song to him was thrilling.
He talked on a cell phone and he said, 'We're going to have our picture taken and he held the cell phone against his face, but kind of open and the security guard in front of me cracked up! He went into the audience and sang to two little girls.
During NMSS and ISY, he REALLY got into it and gave it everything he had. *sigh* "Without You' was gorgeous. Until you hear this in person, you really have no idea how powerful a duet it is. It should TEAR up the charts!
Then came 'When Doves Cry'. Clay was joking about how Angela was REALLY into it in DC and laughing about it. Well, let me tell you, they played us like a fish on the end of the line. They were grinding as if it was the last grind they would ever do. At one point, when Angela had her butt in Clay's crotch (lucky bitch), she squatted and kind of shoved her butt up in the air towards Clay and HE CRACKED UP! Oh, lordy, lordy, lordy, I died three times just watching that.
It didn't stop there, no siree it didn't! They grinded AGAIN later on in the song! My camera got a real workout, let me tell you.
'The Way'. Usually, Clay sings that standing at the top of the stairs, but not tonight, oh, no, Clay, you had to kill me after f*cking me to death. He came over and sat on a feedback monitor FIVE freaking feet from my face and sang the entire song from that position! And did I have film in my camera? Crap, no, I used it all during WDC, I thought he would be too far away to get a picture, but NOOOOOOOOOO...he HAD to change it up just enough so I couldn't get any pics.
Yeah, first he f*cked me then he killed my dead, yo.
Edited because I forgot to tell you guys that the band messed up at the beginning of 'The Way' They didn't get the sequencing correct and Clay was singing out there all by himself, with no musical accompianment and some bad notes were hit by the band. The entire audience winced. He stopped the song and said, "We're just going to start that one all over again for you. You don't mind, do you? This is what happens when you sing live". Aw, he was so cute. I bet he turned into
Chicago!Pissy!Clay! after the concert was over.
Mar 8 04 1:58 AM
Mar 8 04 2:25 AM
Singers show there's talent in 'Idol'
By ALAN K. STOUT
WILKES-BARRE TWP. - Say what you will about "American Idol."
Say that it's cheesy, corporate and contrived, and that it takes the idea that pop music should be a showcase for songwriters and sells it out for the sake of a few points in the Nielson ratings.
Say all of that, and you're absolutely right.
"American Idol" is about as creative and artistic as filling in a pothole, but that doesn't mean that it can't be entertaining.
Some American Idols - no doubt about it - can really sing, and that's clearly the case with 2002 winner Kelly Clarkson and 2003 runner-up Clay Aiken, who performed at the Wachovia Arena on Sunday night in front of a crowd of 8,000.
Clarkson, blessed with a remarkably soulful voice, offered a mix of songs from her debut CD "Thankful" and from her feature film "From Justin to Kelly."
And though some of the tunes themselves were forgettable, her voice shined during every number, particularly during performances of the R&B-flavored "Anytime" and her No. 1 hit "A Moment Like This." Her set ended with an energetic performance of another No. 1, "Miss Independent."
Aiken was next, and Aiken was better.
It's interesting that the young vocalist was never an actual winner on "American Idol," yet he was the biggest star at last year's American Idol tour that visited the arena. And he headlined Sunday's show.
The reason, most likely, is how well he embraces the songs he sings. Through his gestures and mannerisms, he truly appears to capture the feelings of the songs' lyrics, and thus, makes them his own. (Elvis and Sinatra did the same.)
There's also an innocence to Aiken, as if you could see in his smile that his fame is still new to him, and that he's excited about it and appreciative of it. That, too, makes him an engaging entertainer.
Highlights of Aiken's set include his hit "Invisible," "No More Sad Songs," "I Survived You" and an acoustic set of pop hits that included songs by Sting, James Taylor and Prince. The show ended with Aiken and Clarkson offering an excellent duet of Journey's "Open Arms."
Critics of "American Idol" might say that every church choir in America or every karaoke bar might have singers as talented as Clarkson and Aiken, but that's highly unlikely, and that's exactly why the show remains so popular.
It finds talent and it presents it with opportunity. And despite some justified knocks, there's ultimately something very American about that.
Mar 8 04 11:38 AM
Quote:I'm alive! I'm alive!
Ah, the things I do for Clay Aiken. As I told my traveling buddy, Runningfree, if I'd known that I would have to drive back home from Wilkes-Barre for three hours at night through rain and fog, and then snow, and then sleet, and then more rain and fog, I definitely would not have gone. But I conveniently forgot that I would have to travel through the Pocono Mts. to get there. And I'm usually very good about checking weather reports before I drive great distances. And boy, am I glad I didn't know, but I would have missed the concert and I had a blast!
I had a great time at the pre-concert dinner, thanks to walkiki who organized it. I sat next to Mr. Spock and was relieved to find out that she did not have pointy ears like her namesake. I sat across from our colorful poster Ellie, who is the cutest, sweetest, dearest, warmest young woman. I love putting names to faces.
Kelly did fine although again, it was a very skewed crowd. BTW, many people like to categorize Clay's fans as being in certain age demographics. My observation is that Clay has way more teenage fans than Kelly. I was waiting at the merchandise kiosk and decided to count those teens walking away after purchasing merchandise. I'm talking teens, not actual preteens. I counted 12 teens who purchased Clay items. I counted one teen who purchased Kelly stuff. I observed the same pattern at the Nassau Coliseum. Just sayin'.
Before the show, we noticed the tour director of security (Ron?) coming down our aisle with inhouse security. He nodded to the inhouse guy, and we interpreted that to mean that Clay would be coming down our aisle. We were right! Runningfree had the aisle seat and her hand brushed against him as he was passing by.
I thought the sound system was kind of sucky, or maybe I was just sitting too close to get its intended effect, so I wasn't really sure how Clay's voice was until further into his set. I was so relieved to realize how wonderful he sounded. He knew that the arena had sold out very quickly, so he motioned to the people sitting up front and said we must have bought our tickets immediately. Everyone nodded in agreement. The phone bit was so cute. Especially when he said to the lucky woman on the phone. "We're getting our picture taken so smile!" And then he held up the phone next to his face and posed for a photo.
He was very moved during MoaM when the crowd was singing along. He paused and held the mic out and just was overwhelmed. I would have preferred for him to keep singing, but it was worth it to see him really feeling the love his fans have for him. Angela and Qiana were wiping their eyes and Qiana patted his back. It was just very sweet and I felt myself getting a little misty. The entire acoustic set is just a thing of beauty.
What can I add to the description of The Grindage! Wow, what a giddy mood he was in! I couldn't believe it when he said that Angela has been "hitting on me." He paused during acappela WDC to laughingly ask, "Did someone just say 'Angela, go get him!" He was having a great time up there.
I'm so glad I went to this concert. I can't believe it but I actually enjoyed it even more than the Nassau Col, concert, which I also really enjoyed, because I had been concerned about his voice and it dampened my mood slightly. But he was in great form, so I'm really glad I did not know what the weather would be like, otherwise I wouldn't have gone. Gee, I wish I could go to another!
Mar 8 04 12:35 PM
Quote:Okay, I know there are probably a million other reviews on here....however the board is SSSSSLLLLLLOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW, and I am quite bleary eyed from getting in at 2:30 in the morning. Ended up with whopping 3 hours sleep, so I didn't read 'em yet.
So, here goes. I am going to mostly skip the Beu sisters - except to say that as far as opening acts, they weren't bad.
Now for Kelly - she got a lovely response especially in the beginning....although I daresay that might be in part to the fact that she had the opening strains of invisible playing, and people stood up expecting to hear it. We all stood for a while giving her very appreciative applause (she sounded good last night)...when all of a sudden a security guard comes around and makes everyone sit down because....get this....some people behind CAN'T SEE because they were sitting down. So, most people sat and didn't get back up again until Miss Independent. Oddly, while her response was very warm, shejust couldn't get much more than that. Even for MI. Not even her I Love Clay T-shirt got many screams. Still, I thought her set was good for the most part.
Now on to Clay. Shady sat right in front of me. It was absolutely magical. about halfway inbetween sets, people started chanting "clay clay clay"....and then again right before he went on "We WANT CLAY". It was cute. Then the music for Kyrie started and the crowd just erupted. He was well-loved tonight. He came down the right side of the stage, touching hands and the like. He sounded great right from the get-go. NO VOICE PROBLEMS!
Perfect day was....well - PERFECT! Fist pumps were flying, and he was jumping around the stage with so much energy.
When he got around to WYSYLM he walked over to the catwalk. All of these girls were holding up their phones, and he said "Oh NO! I think I've started something bad." Then he started laughing and said "ooh oooh, pick me, pick me", making fun of them. He finally grabbed Kristin's (i think?) phone and talked to somebody named Melissa in Miami. After that he walked back to my side of the stage. I was holding a sign that said "when I say I love you, I MOST DEFINITELY mean it. He stopped, read it, winked at me, smiled and moved on. I thought I was going to faint.
Then he went into the audience and sang to two little girls. They were giddy. He asked them if they knew the song, but they shook their heads, then he let a couple women in the audience sing a few lines.
When he did the acoustic set, well, I have to say that it was the highlight of the evening. He sounds so beautiful. I;m sure you've all heard this, but I;m going to tell you anyway. When he got to MOAM, on a whim (you could tell it wasn't planned), he held the microphone to the audience, and as one we all started singing the song. Everyone knew all of it, and in a feat only God could pull off, it was actually on key. It was soo beautiful and moving. He basically let us do all of it. We sang like we were offering a benediction. It was our thank you for the night. Angela and Quiana were moved to tears. So was Clay. It took a long time for him to be able to sing Fields of Gold.
Before he started "When Doves Cry", he paused, bounced on his chair and said, with the crowd roaring, " I think something's supposed to happen now". And then somebody in the audience yelled "Go get him, Angela". SO he said "Wait, I need to take my jacket off for this." The crowd screamed again.
Then he grins at Angela and says "Come on, Angela" as the music starts. She laughed. The scream note was long and impressive, and got it's own round of screams. And then the action started. My GOD! When clay started dancing with her, inspired, she slides down him like a stripper pole. I'm not joking. He was startled, thrown off balance, and was laughing so hard, he nearly fell over. They had to stop the music for a couple seconds. Then he started dancing with her again, and I SWEAR TO GOD, I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. He reached around her, and all of a sudden....his hand slides to her....to her...to her rear end! Yes ladies and gentleman, Clay had his hand right on HER ASS! she was facing him at this point. Then he reached around, grabbed her belt and yanked aroung the other way for a little more grinding. They both enjoyed it, and for all the laughter, it was the hottest WDC yet.
When he finally got to the Way, he started singing...but in the wrong key. So he said "Hold it. hold on, let's just start over. Let's trying picking the SAME key." And he did too. Started right over. It was GREAT! At this point, Jerome came and stood right in front of us. I was watching him watching the crowd. Sure he was looking fro trouble makers, but he also watched the way the crowd responded, the cheering and clapping...and e gave a little smile and nodded his head. He really cares about Clay - it was one of the more heartwarming things I saw last night.
When Kelly came back on for Open Arms, she got a lot of screams too. They sang really well.
I am so SO sad it's all over. I WANNA GO AGAIN!
Mar 8 04 12:38 PM
Mar 8 04 12:42 PM
Quote:I'm a little late getting this posted since I had to drive back to NY from PA, but here goes! First of all, this was the only concert (besides AI2) that actually started on time!! Second, I was very impressed by the Beu sisters, I thought they sounded great. They started promptly at 7 and sang for about 20 minutes, so a good sample of their work without lingering too long. They knew what we were waiting for Then Kelly came out and I thought her set was great too. She did what Kelly does best, which is rock. She sang for about an hour, with 3 quick changes of clothes. Reception for Kelly was pretty good, I thought, but not a lot of people on their feet until the very end when she sang Miss Independent. We were sitting right in front of the speaker so my whole head was numb by the time that set was over! Then there was a short break (about 15-20 min) while they set up Clay's stage. The security came out in full force, it looked like the president was about to walk in. Everyone was buzzing about which way he might come in. The lights went down, the backup singers started, and all I saw was a group of people moving down the aisle in front of me. He was coming right by our seats! He walked right by us, oh my god it was so amazing!!! He is so handsome in person. Clay's set lasted a little over an hour. I could have listened to him all night and was sorry to see it come to an end. My personal highlights:
No More Sad Songs- he sat in the steps to sing this. His face was determined and almost angry looking. It was appropriate for the song, and he really sang it with meaning. You could tell it meant a lot to him. I had the same feeling when he sang I Survived You. Really felt that this guy has survived something that meant a lot to him and he put it in his music. The facial and body expressions were amazing, I just can't describe how he pulls you into his head when he is singing.
When You Saw You Love Me- this song in particular I thought sounded kind of high-pitched, the helium voice I've heard others comment about. I don't know if because we were right in front of the speakers or not. If other people were there, please comment on if you noticed this. There were parts of other songs I noticed it, but not as bad. Still sounded great though, don't get me wrong on that!
During the acoustic set he let the audience sing the chorus of MOAM back to him, and you could tell he was very touched by it. He almost seemed surprised that we knew every word. It was a special moment.
The two duets he sang were absolutely breathtaking, he really shines on these- Without You and Open Arms.
When it was time to sing When Doves Cry he made comments about something was about to happen here, and joked how we should have seen how Angela was dancing with him the other night. Then he said "I'm going to need to take off my jacket for this", and then he kept teasing Angela to "bring it on" and boy did they dance, wow!!! He has really got some sexy moves. The two of them were getting so silly though that he started giggling and had to stop singing for a minute. It was a blast to watch them, they were having so much fun and so was the audience.
Clay dedicated The Way to all of his fans, so please consider yourself thanked personally by him every time you hear this song. He said sometimes it's hard to put into words how to thank all of us but we can feel it in the way - very touching.
Overall, I loved the entire show. I only wish that Clay would have sang more songs because I'm greedy like that. If he was still sick he sure didn't show it. No raspiness, no voice crakes. He held the "scream" part of When Doves Cry for about five minutes, no cracking. He sounded in top form to me so no worries to you folks who have concerts coming up. He was great on stage, expressive, engaging, wonderfully entertaining. It has been a personal thrill for me to see how he has grown as an entertainer and know that the best is YET TO COME
Mar 9 04 11:58 AM
Mar 10 04 7:21 PM
Mar 11 04 9:12 AM
Quote:Better late than never I thinkperhaps?
The Mind Bending Independent Thing that was the Wilkes Barre Concert Experience
Unlike Philly which I arrived at a bit flustered, and late but overjoyed because of Goddess Raa's gift that was Front Row seats, I arrived at this venue in a relaxed fashion. There was no rush for souvenir merchandise since I had purchased all I needed (is that possible?) in Philly. I did my people watching and fan observation. Lots of age groups represented, lots of folk who obviously had formed relationships on the boards. Does anyone else feel the electricity at the venue while waiting for a Clay concert to begin? I have been to many concerts, most of which people get "primed" for, through the conduit of doobage, alcohol and a host of other pharmaceuticals (not me though uh-uh ;-). It appears there is a void of these mood alternating substances, yet the collective energy seems to be heightened naturally, almost to a point of hysteria. Fascinating really.
As I was ushered to my seat, one sweet older gentleman flashed the light on my ticket and said 'Wow, Front Row, Seat One...We have a winner". Cracked my @#%$ up! Then he said, "See that area of the stage that juts out?" (me, thinking...*uh, yeah* like I haven't memorized and scrutinized this venue's seating chart over the past two months...sheesh, amateurs)...Me in reality, feigning ignorance..."Why yes". He points..."That's your seat, the best seat in the house". (me doing happy cartwheel dance thinking "I know! I know! I know!" ) Except NOT! When I actually got to where I was supposed to sit a very PYT was in the seat. Wah. Seems the venue "finished up" the Center section with about 5 seats and then began seating for Section 3. Drat. Foiled Again. Oh well, PYT was a sweetheart...Clay deserved to see a goddess, such as she was, worshipping at his feet. Besides I still had front rowwwww.
The Wachovia Casey Arena hates them some Clay fans. There was quite a stake out and jockeying for catwalk prime real estate. It caused not one but three venue meisters to come and give the smack down. I was "Enthusiastic" but stayed glued to my 3x3'x10' box that was the air and floor encompassing Seat 1. Also *most* everyone stood at the catwalk from the front row, even people that weren't near the seats along the catwalk. This made it very difficult for rows 2 and 3 etc. to see. I felt bad for these people. Really I did. (Winky was not a culprit, she had a seat that warranted a spot at the walk).
Celebrity *sort of* sighting. Remember the young girl who Clay sang The Way to on New Year's Eve? They connected? Yes, that one. She was two seats away from me. She reminded me a lot of myself at that age. Very high on life and out for the ultimate experience. We talked about her New Year's Eve coup. She is very earnest. Nuff said.... The woman who sat aside of me was very sweet. She had a BAF shirt on. I used her many a time through the night to get all swoony and fangirly on. Huh, imagine that, a total stranger and she and I totally get to a whooping together during the grindage. She was a blast.
The Beu Sisters...I got @#%$ by the long blonde haired one! Seriously! I was grooving and jamming in my seat. She liked that. hee. I was also trying my new camera settings out on them during their set. I'm sorry Beu Sisters. If it wouldn't have been for you I would have gotten 96 photos of a very overexposed Clay face. Thanks girls! I like those siblings a lot. Do they even understand how fortunate they are to tour with Clay? dunno.
As they were preparing for Kelly's set, we were all swooning and exchanging stories when all of a sudden Jerome appears from no where and looks like he is going to hurdle the barricade separating us from the stage. "OFTLOCAGC"...I exclaim to myself. Jerome is standing there holding BACK STAGE PASSES...what are we suppose to do...take one and pass them along? Everyone yells "Jerome, Jerome". I sit there mystified as he motions to three teenagers behind me. I nod to the kids and he hands the passes to them. Then vanishes. Hee, the kids are such novices. They look at the passes and say... "We're kinda related to Jerome". The well seasoned fans look at them giving instructions. "Don't put those passes on your shirts, Youll be barracuda chum. "Put them somewhere safe, you didn't bring a strong box did you"? Always a Three Ring Circus at the front of the house.
Kelly Clarkson arrives. Always a treat for me. Girl can Rock solid. She had a cute shirt on during her third wardrobe change. It said I "lip? symbol" Clay. I am so glad she came on first. I like to get warmed up for the ultimate experience. I like to have my senses so heightened and honed for Clay. After Clay I am a spent dishrag. He drains the life from me (in a good way). Kelly was 2nd in Philly and I loved her, but all my schwoop evaporated when the Aiken left the building. My own personal phenomenon. So Kelly completes her set and the mass hysteria begins.
The first strains of Kyrie beckon. The crowd is roaring, screaming...the spotlight flashes on a tiny hedgehog to our right. The security guard behind says to his pal..."Keep your panties on"...I whip my head around and BWAH him. The bombastic anthem sires in the Ray of Light. What a perfect way to begin the set. Corabeth...you envisioned the scenario perfectly. Clay explodes on stage. It is a unifying moment. All sorrows and cares fall by the wayside at that instant...he has grasped us and keeps us in his grip for the next hour. He is au natural, no bronzer and his hair is squirrelly like he just got up from a nap. I so adore the blue cargo pants. Sexay. I never will warm to the frankenfugly (tm Kryielle) shirt, which by the way has a collection of large safety pin type things at the lapels. Cutest thing? He was wearing a kiddy colored picture of some coloring book character a wee fan must have given him. This is why I adore this boy...
Perfect Day is one of my favorite songs and Clay infuses it with rock solid power vocals. Clay does a bit of multitasking during this number. He has a lying on of the hands session on the catwalk. He receives flowers and causes women to expire as he sings to them. He signs autographs, crouching at the edge of the stage and never misses a beat. Who IS this guy? Dayum.
He looks into the crowd after this and says "Whoo, now this is what I call a packed house!" The minions give it up for the acknowledgement. It was far more packed than Philly. He made us feel special.
I must say I absolutely love the duet with Quiana, Without You. They sound so fabulous together, both packing it with emotion.
The telephone call bit is so funny...looking towards the catwalk, behind the sea of cell phones, I can see Clay tease and taunt their owners. He has this maniacal devilish look in his eyes and says in the sing songiest girly voice..."Pick me..pick me" all while faking out the crowd. He finally grasps one and well you know the drill...
Invisible...and I get rewarded for staying put in my 3x3'x10' box by receiving a slow, hard, deliberate @#%$. Oh yeah, you know the kind...the kind that leaves you sated and glowing. I think we connected. Either that or he was reading my shirt. I'm very Enthusiastic. He really lets it rip during Invisible...he's so comfortable with it. There are two children sitting in the pit between the stage and the first row barricade. Clay gallops by, starring them down in Pissy!Teacher!Clay! mock sternness. He keeps eye contact as he waltzes beyond their vicinity, looking over his shoulder. This? Cracked me up. He proceeds to the end of the catwalk and does the "reach out..." teasing the uplifted hands, but never follows through. He is so bad.
I Survived You is the most sensual song of the concert. Boy heaves that mic stand around like hes having vacation sex. In the Caribbean. Gah! I quiver into a puddle of steamy goo during that number. I so wish I could have that song on film from my sidelong perspective. Whew...just remembering it makes me want to take a moment. If that song were a movie, it'd be 9 1/2 Weeks. hgtjgiongyfhtm....
And then we all settle down for the acoustic set which he prefaces by sayingWe wanted to change things up, do something different, but since youve all been to 17 concerts, this wont come as a surprise.
How can I describe my feelings at that moment? The entire experience was a gift. There are 8,000 people gathered together, and you can hear a pin drop. Clays voice in harmony with Jason, Quiana, and Angela was sublime. It took me to my pleasure place, where beauty exists.
Sunset at the beach. A rainbow over the Rockies. A newborns fuzzy crown. The look in a lovers eye.
When he got to Carolina In My Mind we began singing along. This song was stunning. Deep voiced, pure, emotional.
MOAM, began like all the others, with Clay singing, but then, something happened. There was a revelation I think. Clay seemed so vulnerable during this song. I couldnt believe when he began making the Cry face. Then Quiana and Angela began tearing up, then they laughed at themselves. Yes, we were singing to him. There is room in the music world for a Man like Clay Aiken. Against all odds, we fought for him to be in that room, at that moment with us. And it was worth every phone call, every disgruntled post, every penny plunked down for his CDs. We needed Clay to sing to us. And we needed to sing to him. Because he let us in.
WDC. I have watched this film footage over and over. It was so entertaining, steamy, rapturous and pure. I was swooning and thudding with BAF Shirt lady. The bulky security guards were nonplussed.
The Way was sung from a different perspective. Clay sat at the left side of the stage. He takes great care to include the entire audience in his performance. Like I said before, he multitasks while he sings, acknowledging signage, raising his eyebrows and arms to various sections waving and @#%$ his way through the tune. He doesnt skip a beat and somehow incorporates this all seamlessly throughout the song. The faster, more joyful tunes seem to include this. More solitary performances are presented during ISY and IWCY. He switches emotions so quickly. He is a good salesman, Its evident he believes in his product.
The Open Arms duet is gorgeous. Kelly is voluptuous, a good representative of a real womans shape. Her size fits her voice. I love her. She and Clay blend nicely.
Thus ends my mother of all posts.
I hope TPTB cherish this boy and treat him right. He is a gift. He fills in the rough edges of my life with joy and love. He brings a smile to my face. What more can one human offer another?
Jul 9 04 3:43 PM
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