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Apr 14 04 4:02 PM
Quote: Here is my review of the Denver concert.
I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR CLAY LIVE !
I was one of the 30 blessed with meet and greet passes. I thought there would be more people at the M&G, but only 30 of us.
My neighbor is a sound engineer for Shoco, who does the sound system for the tour. He is the one who got me the passes. I OWE HIM BIG TIME !
I gave passes to my closest friends from the Clayboard. Improudofclay ( Rhonda ) Jessmyn ( Tricia ) and Tricia's 11 year old daughter Jessmyn.
They took all of us to a holding place outside of the room for the M&G and Jerome ( who is a mountain of a man, and really quite handsome ) gave us the rules when meeting Clay and Kelly. No touching ! Absolutely no pictures, ( that would come after the autograph session ) Also said if Clay or Kelly would try to hug us, to step back away from them . Yeah, right ! We went into a basketball gym and had to walk on a carpet runner, not allowed on the gym floor. We all were single file and stood for about 15 minutes waiting for Clay and Kelly to come in. Rhonda was having difficulty breathing and she had a knot in her stomach. I kept tell her to breath, Rhonda, breath ! lol
I was excited but keeping it together, until Clay walked in ! OMG, I was just not prepared to see him this close. He had on a blue shirt and slacks his hat and flip flops. He is thin and tall has very long legs and just strides across the floor. The sat down at the table, Kelly was first and then Clay. Before they came out we were giving a piece of paper to print our names on so they wouldn't have to ask for spelling our names. Very organized, most likely Clay's idea, ( the teacher in him )
Anyway, we were almost at the end of the line, but it moved very quickly. Clay was laughing a talking to everyone with his usual relaxed manner.
Clay was singing his autograph for a young girl about 6 or 8 people in front of us and he said " there you go sweetheart " and Rhonda said " I wish he would call me sweetheart and Kelly said , " we heard that "
We had the gift basket with us and it was full , a huge basket.
About 10 hoodies from different states, pictures and poems ,letters, and many , many other gifts along with a box of Krispy Kremes. Finally it was our turn, and we set the basket on the table and Clay said " Wow, that's a big basket " and it's full, one of the security people took it and set it behind him. Tricia and Jessmyn were the first to get his autograph and he talked with them and winked at Jessmyn. Then it was my turn ( BTW , Kelly signed a picture of herself for me. So now I was in front of Clay. He said " hi Lois, how are you and I said " fine thank you Clay and how are you ? He said" fine thank you. Then I said " I just have to tell you that I just love your voice and while he was writing he said " Well, thank you very much. Then without even thinking about it, I said " Yours is the voice I have heard in my heart all of my life " He stopped writing and looked at me with those eyes and put his hand on his heart and said " Oh my, thank you for the beautiful compliment " I said you are welcome, and he gave me one of the most gorgeous smiles I have ever seen in my life. My heart stopped and I could hardly breath. Watching Clay on stage , even close, is nothing compared to seeing him 2 feet away. He is stunningly beautiful and that is not over stating it at all. I glanced at his lips, pink and full, really nice nose, freckles everywhere, but when I got to his eyes, it was all over for me. His eyes are huge green sparkling orbs that look right through you. Long , thick paintbrush eyelashes that most women would kill to have.
When he smiles , his eyes smile and his whole face lights up. Mesmerizing , freezing you in time. I just wanted to stay there and look at him. You can feel his warm and wonderful personality. TOTALLY UNBELIEVEABLE !!!!!! He had a beard which is red and oh so sexy ! Gone is the innocent boy we saw on AI replaced my a very masculine Clay. Gorgeous hands, long fingers, but strong hands, his is very hairy ! lol Which I totally find very sensual.
Then I had to leave to stand and wait until Clay and Kelly came to take pictures with is. 3 groups of 10 . You have to put your camera on the floor in front of you then Clay and Kelly come to your group and their people take the pictures with all of the cameras. After all of the pictures were taking we had to wait until they left the room before we were allowed to leave.
Most everything was already reported. Just a few other things I would like to say about it.
If you have never seen Clay live, run, do not walk to the next concert venue. His voice is beyond description, to say it is phenomenal would fall way short of what it is really like. He just fills the arena with his power and magnificence of his voice.
The crowd was deafening. That is not understated by any means.
He not only owns the stage with his presence but he owns the arena with his charisma and dynamic personality. He is adorable and sexy and silly all in one package. A rare treat to watch this man perform.
Kyrie was outstanding and the crowd was wild ! Perfect Day, as just that , a perfect day, absolutely beautiful.
I have always been partial to ISY and he performs this with so much emotion, it is devasting to watch.
Well, that had to be the fastest hour of my entire life.
Sang the way and thanked his fans and then he was gone and I was left wanting more and more.
That was my first live Clay experience, but it will not be my last. OCD worse than before, how that can be I don't know, but will never be able to get enought of Clay singing live.
I woke up today and was already experiencing PCD and cried and have been weepy all day.
I will never forget one of the best nights of my life.
CLAY, YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY !!!!!!!!!
Apr 14 04 4:06 PM
Quote: Well... I really can't add anything to what everyone has said but I will give you a look through my mind...
The preconcert party was a blast! I adored seeing everyone and hearing the chatter and just soaking in the energy. It was amazing. I think we all knew we were in for an incredible concert that night and we were ALL pumped.
I won't go into the Beu sisters except to say they weren't what I expected. They were really great! (And fun, loved the song that they sang to the two guys who kept screaming at them. Stop Stay Away From My Sister, it was hysterical.)
I really enjoyed listening to them.
As for Clay... wow. The man knows how to put on a show. He was in such high spirits and so energetic and into the show and his voice... *sigh* Yeah I'm still recovering. He is a force to be reckoned with. Holy moly. That coupled with the hat (which I adore), and the beard... He looked so incredible and just... wow. Did you see that I was still recovering????? It is incredible to see how he has matured as a performer since the AI2 tour and the power with which he commands the stage and absolutely holds them captive. I sang along to every song, enjoyed every minute, every glance, every tug, every note. If I hadn't been a fan for life before last night, that would have changed it.
After fixing some communication issues on my end... I finally connected with ClayNation and gave her a cellcert. What an incredible experience! It was SOOOO much fun. (Sorry I'm a goober...)
What an incredible gift last night was... But now I have to go. I'm in KC tonight and getting ready for the TBAF dinner... more to come from this big mouthed mod on that later!
Quote:Like many others before me, I'm not going to repeat the OMGs Clay was wonderful, because that's simply a given. He was awesome. He told the audience they were all so well rested after their three days off that WE, fans in Denver, were going to get the best concert ever. I'd be hard pressed to disagree with Mr. Aiken. He was amazing, Kelly was amazing - said "I'm gonna come back HERE!"
Instead, I am going to give you a couple of little extra tidbits of information about the Denver concert.
First, my daughter Meg helped me make a sign...I kept changing my mind, but at the last minute and settled on:
See 'n Say
Florescent green paper with thick black letters. Oh, and we had glittery gold arrows on 5 or 6 signs for people next to us to hold - all pointing at MY sign. When the time came for Clay to turn on the lights so he could see us and "Mah signs" ... I scrambled for the sign. I jumped up on the wobbly folding chairs we were sitting in...trying to not fall AND wave my sign in the air - all the time people with the arrows were waving theirs pointing at mine. We were fairly far back - 4th row of sec EEE, and Clay didn't notice. However, the exciting part is the person doing the jumbotron DID notice and the sign filled the whole screen! My cousin Linda jabbed me - I looked up and started hollering "OMG! OMG! Look, it's my sign filling the jumbotron!" I kept waiting for either Clay to notice or for security to tell me to get off the chair, the latter of which happened after a few minutes. The next several minutes are a blur...kinda missed whatever he was saying during the cellphone grab and talk. We were also cellcerting with ClayFanAlwaysAndForever in Boston...she said she could hear me hollering but didn't know what was going on.
Second cute and very kind Claylike thing happened. Linda, my cousin who shared the concert with me, is very tall, probably 5' 8" and I'm pretty short at 5' 2" - however, standing directly in front of us were two of the tallest women I've ever seen...at least 6 feet PLUS some. Even Linda had trouble seeing around them, and I had to actually slide into the aisle to see. Worse than our view was that of 4 women standing behind us. They were all less than 5 feet tall! We knew they couldn't see anything except the jumbotron, so we kept letting them stand in front of us kind of in the aisle. They finally said "No, that's okay, we are having our own party right here." So we let it go and tried to see through the trees in front of us. Pretty soon we saw security escorting all 4 ladies down the aisle, presumably to the front of the arena and much better seats. Hmmm...I was so impressed this was done for them, but sad that we hadn't gotten the same offer. Sigh...
Then, as if the "Bearded Brut" with the fedora wasn't enough, Clay came out for the duet with Kelly - Open Arms - wearing a totally new and different shirt - from my viewpoint it was striped...regardless of what it was, it was not the shirt he'd worn for the entire concert. It was also a shirt NEVER before worn during the Independent Tour. Everyone started screaming the roof off, including me. We've no idea why he changed shirts, but it was our surprise and we thank Clay for once again proving to the audience what an amazing performer he is.
Thanks, Clay - it was indeed a Happy Birthday to Peggy Sue!
*note:If anyone happened to get a picture of the sign on the jumbotron, you can imagine how happy I'd be to receive a copy.
Apr 14 04 7:49 PM
The Universe has sent me a message. TAKE.A.BREAK., it said. Loudly.
I think I better listen.
It started with the East-Coast-by-way-of-Las-Vegas Clackhouse Crud. No biggie, I thought. Just a little sore throat. Then a little chest and head cold. These things happen. I can handle it. Cancel my trip to Denver? No way!
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I had an uneventful flight to Denver. As I maneuvered the rental car away from the Airport Close To Nothing, I imagined myself as a pioneer plodding along this barren stretch of grasslands in a Conestoga. I imagined myself taking a long look at the endless plains sloping away to the east and the forbidding impassable mountains to the west -- and high-tailing it back to Missouri.
But fortunately, I had a sturdier and faster chariot, and I-70 is no rutted oxen trail. ncgurrl and I checked into our hotel, rested a bit, and trundled off to the Pepsi Center for the get-together. I had asked hockeydonna how one would smuggle Coke into the Pepsi Center. She suggested using my bra, but that pristine ground is reserved for cell phones. Coke-less, we made our way into the VIP entrance. The gentleman at the turnstile said, "I guess you must be some of the party girls." We affirmed that we were with a dignified woo-HOO, and after a cursory bag search he handed us a special ticket that said "Clackhouse" on it, and we boarded the elevator for the club level. With a little help we finally located our party and EEEEEEEEEd our way inside.
hockeydonna knows how to throw a party. We had DVD's to play and flags and photos and other fun stuff. And we had food. Remember that. Food. There will be a test later.
I greeted some old friends - clocke and luckycharms and hockeydonna and buzztechie and ValerieWarriorPrincess and Clay's Morningstar - and finally got to spend a little time with madcowjj, who was wearing her finest cowbell and looked udderly delicious. Enjoyed meeting Sausalito and Volsh and cololady, and later in the afternoon the two delightful 'o' ladies, 00lsee and aloil. And I ate some food. Did I mention food before? Foooood. Remember that.
So I'm chatting away with some relative Clay newbies, guests of Sausalito, and I begin to lose my voice. It's the head cold, I thought, and I'm talking too much. And my neck is itching. What are all these funny bumps on my neck and why is it so hot? And why the heck is my lower lip feeling numb and tingly? And why are you all looking at me like I have another head?
Turns out I DID have another head. Or face. Blown up like the Hindenberg. I looked like plastic surgery gone bad. A collagen overload in lips the size of bananas. Finally it occurs to me that I'm having an allergic reaction. No, I never had one before, but it ain't rocket science - hives, swelling, yada yada yada.
ncgurrl wants me to go to the medic. I pop some Benadryl from my purse and protest. The Pepsi Center rep, Bradley, takes one look at me and gently whisks me off to the First Aid office, where Dave, the friendly EMT, pokes and prods and takes my pulse and pressure and tries to coax me into going to the hospital. At this point it's 90 minutes to Clay. "Are you CRAAAAZZZZY?" I croaked mildly. I counter with the suggestion that Clay undoubtedly has an epipen that will fix me right up and why don't I just get in that handy wheelchair and he can take me backstage and check. A little bargaining and denial ensues, and we settle on another half-hour of observation. We speculate about the cause of my distress and come to no conclusion. I don't tell him that my throat is starting to feel a little swollen and I'm a little dizzy, and I pray to the Benadryl gods to take over. Eventually Dave decides that I'm not going to croak on him (well, I was croaking, but only vocally), so he makes me sign an I'm-not-responsible-if-you-are-stupid-and-die agreement and lets me go. I promise him that if I'm not better by 8:30 (post-Clay) I'll come back.
I'm feeling shakier than I let on, but I make my way back upstairs with an escort and gradually start to feel a little better. It's nearing seven o'clock, so we make our way toward the floor. I hide my bulging face behind various hand props and potted plants and bless the darkness of the arena. I will make it through this, by gum!
I'm going to miss the Beu sisters. Maybe I'll buy their album, you know, for nostalgia. After all, listening to them means soon I'll be seeing CLAAAAAAYYY!!
And so it was. ncgurrl and I had lucked into some prime seats on eBay for a reasonable price. We were in the fourth row, grindage side, inside aisle, eight feet from the corner of the catwalk. HOOOO baby! I connected with surf4sue via bra-cert and waited for the magic to happen.
The lights went out and I popped up out of my seat. Most of the people in our section seemed puzzled that I was turned around looking at the back of the arena, which puzzled ME, because clearly some of them were NOT first-timers. The band starts the pulsing beat and the opening strains of Kyrie are sung. The follow-spots blaze on, and I point: "THERE!!" The whole section turns as one to look, as the screams start from the back of the arena. We climb on our chairs in search of spiky hair, finding instead fedora. Does this ever get old? Silly question.
He sat right in front of us for Kyrie. As soon as he hit the stage I reported to s4s that he is DEFINITELY growing a beard. Curiously, he did not mount the stairs this time and survey his domain. Instead, he continued to sit until just the right moment, when he hoisted himself up and hopped onto the stage with perfect timing to throw out his arms and wail the last chorus. I had expected a high-energy show, since he'd had four days off to rest, and it was clear I wouldn't be disappointed. He was bouncy, energetic, joyful, proud as a peacock. At one point during Perfect Day he was standing right in front of me and did this funny little "shimmy" from the ankles up thru the knees, and I marveled at how such a stupid little move could enthrall us.
So many moments, such failing memory. I remember thinking how fast the set was going -- he's into the FOURTH song ALREADY? At one point Clay came up behind Quiana and sang right into her ear with a particularly lascivious look. I heard a guttural "MUH!" gasping sound come out of ncgurrl and turned to see her widened mouth and eyes gaping at the stage as if he had nailed Quiana before our eyes. So easily pleased.
He sat on the edge of the catwalk eight feet away from me and killed some poor woman in the third row during WYSYLM. He embarrassed the hell out of another one during Invisible. During the banter section, as you've already heard, he saw ncgurrl's sign ("Clay, Hurt Foot? You Can Have My Cane" and asked to see her cane. We passed it, fire-bucket-brigade style, to the stage. (Later I realized I should have had the presence of mind to trample the two ladies between me and him and deliver it personally. Always too little, too late. Damn.) He asked, "Is this your cane?" And she replied, "It's YOURS now!" And he KEPT IT, passing it to a security man for safekeeping.
He was grinning like a Cheshire cat most of the night, very loose and goofy and bouncy. Someone threw something up on the catwalk as he was approaching the audience during a song; he stepped right over it without missing a beat. Later, he was headed to the left of the stage as he sang and someone threw a stuffed animal from several rows back; it landed in front of him and he gave a double thumbs-up for making the distance. He drank a lot of water all evening, as did I in the dry mountain air.
Invisible was bouncy and fun but not as over-the-top as I've seen before. The hat got old and I wished it would disappear; I found it especially distracting during ISY, which was competent, but again, I've seen it hotter - me likee growly Clay with flashing eyes out in the open. He did put a wonderful embellishment on "truuuuth", though.
Finally, as he sat down for the acoustic set, he took the hat off to reveal the chaos underneath. It was messy and falling over his forehead, but not too painful to look at. Angela picked at it a bit but accomplished nothing. Then - as Clay will do - he took matters into his own hands, or at least one hand, running it STRAIGHT UP thru the hair to produce - something I can't even describe. You've seen the picture. I prayed he would put the hat BACK on so I could stop moaning in distress. Folks, I'm sorry if this disturbs you, but HE LOOKED LIKE SHIT. Shave and a haircut, baby - I'll pay.
The acoustic set became the Breath Control Derby. On the ending syllable of FOG, where Clay harmonizes with Jacob, he turned to face Jacob, leaned forward, and raised his eyebrows in a challenge: How long can YOU hold this note? I'm not sure who won, but Clay was clearly pleased with himself. Then, at the end of WINY, he threw down the gauntlet to Angela. I think she won. He was giggling madly by this time and hopped off the stool to stamp his feet in delight and/or frustration, it didn't really matter which. At the end of CIMM, it was a free-for-all for all four singers. Clay was laughing so hard by this time that the guitar played the opening chords for WDC and Clay just sat on the stool quaking uncontrollably. The musicians noodled for a minute, Clay did one of those hand-in-front-of-the-face gestures to settle himself, and finally launched into WDC. I remember thinking, "Already? NOOOOOO! It's almost OOOOOOVER!!!"
He didn't hold out the "screeeeam" particularly long, which was fine with me. While he sang the slow intro, I could see that Angela was waiting for him in the dark and she had put on his hat. (Angela looks better in the hat than Clay does, BTW.) As he launched into the fast section and headed for Angela, he stretched both hands out in front of him and cracked his knuckles, as if to say, "Look out sister, here I come!" WDC was steamy and sensual, with tons of backward stalking and prowling and tie-twirling and hands-on-hands and one extremely FIRM planting of both Clay's hands on Angela's hips -- warn't no doubt about it, folks, he had a-HOLD of her!
Instead of coming out to the catwalk for the "when do-wo-wo-woves CRYYYY", he went right up to Angela and sang it to her face, and as he wailed, she very slooooowly took the hat off her own head and put it on his. WOWSAH!!
The band introduction was interminable. (Not only that, but later in Kelly's set, she forgot she was closing and introduced them all AGAIN.) Sure breaks up the flow of things. He finished WDC with a wonderful wail on "Father too bold" - he's learned how to hit that top note reliably in falsetto now, which doesn't strain his voice. I'm so proud!
The introduction to The Way was as heartfelt as I've ever heard it, sounding much less canned than usual. I think he's seeing the end of the tour coming and is waxing a bit nostalgic. The Way sounded fine, although he disappointed me by sitting on the opposite speaker from the usual one (the one in front of me, of course, is where he SHOULD have been).
And then -- it was over. The screams were deafening. He seemed to linger a moment longer than usual at the top of the platform in silhouette, as if reluctant to leave the stage. If only he -- and we -- could stay there forever, frozen in that one moment.
And just like that, my last Clay-Independent set was over. Although I tried my damndest to soak up every second of it, it was already receding from memory. I moped for a moment or two and checked my swollen lips, which had minimally de-plumped.
Kelly delivered a competent performance. The first 10-15 rows of all the floor sections stood for most of Kelly's set and at the end of her performance, the screams seemed to me as loud as they had been for Clay. Then he made his entrance for Open Arms, and I revised my decibel estimate. Strangely, he had changed clothes into a light blue and white stripey shirt, and was of course wearing the hat again. They finished the concert to a deafening roar that only subsided after the lights were turned on. Denver had truly loved them some Clay and Kelly.
And now I can sing my own version of I Survived You. I survived the crud, I survived the bloat, I survived the swelling clutching at my throat.....
But I'm listening, Universe. I got the message. No KC or St. Paul for me. Time to hole up, veg out, get well again.
But I'll always have Denver. *g*
Apr 23 04 8:26 PM
Quote:DENVER CELLCERT RECAP
Woo Hoo!!! Let the fun begin!!!!!.. Are we ready to party?... I think he is opening tonight in the blue shirt and HATLooking forward to tonight and re-living the excitement one more time..... hard to believe the tour will be over in a few days(Boo hoodont get me started!) Like the concert itself, seems like the whole tour has flown by.Will Mama Faye have insisted that Clay shave the stubble??? Inquiring minds want to know!!.... Have PCD real bad! Here's hoping for blue shirt and hat and a healed foot so he can boogie all night long.I'm ready for da MAN in DA HAT with DA VOICE!!!...(dats right!) I have a question : If you are having a mid-life crisis while playing hide and seek , do you automatically lose because you can't find yourself???????.... I cant believe only two more concert after tonight(bwaaahhh, bwaaaahhh) I'm hoping Captain Outrageous will talk with one of our excellent Cellcert Cellmate Reporters (CCR's)... What will we do when Independent Tour cellcerts are over? Will we do summer certs???... Hey, in the meantime, I figure we can get together, synchronize our Clack, watch it as if we are at a concert, and do our own commentary!.... WE NEED OUR SEXY, GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL, CLAY TO COME ON OUT AND PLAY WE ARE GETTING RESTLESS. ANYWAY I KNOW I AM. I NEED A CLAY FIX REALLY BAD Com'on Hubba Hubba Trouble Stubble, your harem awaits!!... (yeah, Harem Scarem!!! Run Clay, run fast!!!) HAHA!!! I WOULD DIE IF CLAY TOOK MY PHONE!!...Thats O.K., hon, we would bury you with a photo of Clay holding the telephone in your hand.Hey, maybe clay will come to my funeral!!! Cus after all he would be the cause of death!! LOL!! LOL!!!..Uh. ever hear of the axiom, "too little, too late" ??. (It is never TOO LITTLE or TOO LATE where Clayton Aiken is concerned!!!) Where is he? Fixing the hat??/ The Mic??? OH NO!! Another poor mic will be looking to join the used and abused mic therapy group after tonight Ready for our Rooster to shake his tail feathers tonight!!... Ready to rock and roll?!!! WE WANT CLAY!!! WE WANT CLAY!!! WE WANT CLAY!!!... WE WANT TO PLAY WITH CLAY.(Yes ALL want to play with Clay, so it's okay...)
OHOOO WE GOT RED....CLAYNATION WE GOT RED!!!... KYRIE!!!!! OMG!! it's the Clayton *kisses ground like he walked on it*... OMG I LOVE KYRIE!!!!!! Screaming is really loud but I can hear Clay's voice loud and clear!... He has the Fedora on!!! Awesome stubble!!... Crowd just exploded - I think he just walked up the stairs onto the stage!....Going right into Perfect Day. He sounds great!... Blue Shirt and Tie and lots of stubble!!!!...(OOOO, you know what we want, dont cha???)WHAT???? SOMEONE LATE TO CELLCERT????... Punishment: detention with Mr. Studly!!!.... HAT AND STUBBLE?life is good.Stubble, hat, blue shirt and tie! Every Claymate's dream! ISN'T THE BLUE SHIRT IN SHREDS YET????? .That tie ought to look like a misshapen corkscrew by now, the way Angela's been manhandling it! LOL!! .OMG! What I wouldn't give to have a handful of a necktie attached to him! .(yeah, Baby) Clay is saying something about how he's never been to Denver before but it's really nice; says crowd is great. HELLO DENVER, COLORADO!!! He had three days off and he's rested and ready to give best show ever!!! Now I Will Carry You!!! .Wonder if his foot is OK? Is he limping?? .Stubble tonight?..Then he must have shaved over the weekend. His hair grows so fast, by now he'd have a ZZ Top beard! .(cellmates fall out of chairs with that visual) I WILL CARRY YOU!!!!!!!!! LOVE, LOVE, MAN I LOVE THIS SONG. SOUNDS LIKE HE'S HAVING A BLASTAll About Love now!!!! He sounds amazing!!!...crowd going wild - he must have just done the little dancing bit with the backup singers!... STILL HAS HAT ON!! AIR GUITAR!!!!!!! NO MORE SAD SONGS NOWhe's really happy and energetic!!! NMSS now!!!... Crowd is really showing him lots of love!!...
THE GREAT BEARD DEBATE:
Clackhouse cellcerter says he is definitely growing a beard. ( do I sense hyperbole????) EEEEEEK!!!! hope not!! Stubble is good - beard is TOO HAIRY!!!!.... Okay, I'm digging grungy Clay! Wouldn't take much to get him in jeans and a soft plaid shirt, locked away in a cabin in the woods...(Dont get us started!!!!) Clay, you can't hide behind that beard, clayfans have extra claysensory. We are well trained on the scent of spaceNK and our ears to that sweet giggle of yours. A stubble face would make my face red and broken out, but a nice smooth face you can kiss all night!! (cellmates pause to comtemplate the choiceTHUD) .EXCELLENT POINT!!!!!... I love beards. I think they make men look more rugged. I love rugged looking men. Why am I saying this, I'm married and my husband won't grow a beard. Clay gets me all flustered(Honey, he gets us ALL flustered!!!)FROM WELL KNOWN STUBBLE ADDICT: As much as I love stubble I also like clean shaven Clay too! Don't tell anyone. I don't want to loose my reputation.HAHA!!! ( Its safe with us!) Yes Clay, shave for KC, then stubble for the Grand Finale!... Maybe he does think it will be easier to go out in public...a beard, his hoodie...hmmm...naw, we can find himMaximum stubble = Ability to shop for milk without being chased! You go Clay!....LOL!!! WON'T WORK - ONE PICTURE OF HIM IN A BEARD AND WE'LL BE ABLE TO FIGURE IT OUT - WE'RE TRICKY THAT WAY!...(darn that internet clack) Stubble...clean shaven...beard....I don't care. I'll take him any way I can get him...( 500 cellmates DITTO that!) It doesn't change the beauty within... (awwwww, dats bootiful) CLAY, TAKE IT OFF and I don't mean the clothes or fedora. (well speak for YOURSELF girlfriend!!! HA!) We are talking about stubble during a clay aiken concert. I find that halarious! I bet no other male celebrity's fans have this long of a convo about facial hair. Thats how much we love our Clay!!! (yes, we are a pathetic bunch of facial hair officiandos)
Clay just talked to Debbie and Kim!!!!! OMG!!! OMG!!! OMG!!! OMG!!!!!THEY SOUND LIKE THEY ARE HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME!!! CLAYS TALKING!!!... CLAY TALKED TO DEBBIE ABOUT HER SIGH (or SIGN!!!)!!! WOOHOO, CONGRATS!!!! He just picked up a girl named Amandas cell phone!!! OMG OMG OMG!!! LUCKY AMANDA!!!... Asking anyone from Wyoming here? Anyone from South Dakota? Anyone from Colorado?... Wants house lights up!! Someone has a sign up says Clay is better than Prozac!! ( Im confused I thought Clay was better than Viagracan you take Prozac and Viagra at the same time? Does it make things last a very long time while you remain calm?....) Took a phone Amanda from Kentucky!!! Amanda, from Chicago?? (FACTCHECKER!!!!!) Its CLAYSGULR05!!! And STACIALYNN!!! A TWOFER!!!!!! GO CLAYBOARD!!!... WYSYLM now!!!... Forgot to add, someone in the audience gave him a cane to support his foot and he says it's much better!! . OFFICIAL FOOT REPORT-HIS FOOT APPEARS TO BE OKAY-YEAH!!!...hes getting into the song WITHOUT YOU!!!! THEY SOUND SO GOOD TOGETHER
You know Clay changes his looks the way most guys change their underwear!!! (Did I say that?!!!)uh, yes, AND it is going in the recap!!!! A song you don't know, to a song you do!!! Invisible!!!.... I love Clay with a beard, I love Clay without a beard, I love Clay with a limp, I love Clay with a hat, I love Clay without a hat, I love Clay with a cane, I love Clay with no voice, I love Clay ANY WAY. I just love Clay.AMEN!! SISTAH!!!!.... I Survived You!!! Here comes the mic action!!!... OOOH, THE WAY HE HOLDS THOSE NOTES!!! ISY!!!!!!! THE PASSION!... I'll bet he's going to shave in Kansas City & they will auction the stubble?/beard? HAHA!! (And donate to THE MENS FACIAL HAIR CLUB????? LOL!!!!) and How much are WE bidding?...best of both worlds would be a smooth neck that leads into a soft ginger beard.(YOU. STOP.THAT.RIGHT.NOW!!!!!) ISY!!! He sounds FABULOUS!!! OMG!!! The crowd is going crazy!!!... He must be doing something with the mic - crowd going wild! OOOH, gorgeous glory note added in there!!! Long pause before final "you"...... We need a Fedora update. Still on?? Been removed??? Good hair day???? Bad hair day????.. Wonder if he'll caress the mic like in Spokane?? Or the mic dip?? So many questions, so many images!...(so much thudding to do!!!!) DID YOU SAY PIRATE CLAY???? I would LOVE to scrape the BARNICLES off his HULL!!!!!..Now, you didn't think you could get away with THAT comment and not get a response from us, did you??? HAHAHA!!!!!....(uh, can we watch? ) ...Acoustic set now!!! Took off his fedora and Angela is fixing his hair!! MOAM now so beautiful!! THE COLORADO CHORUS SINGS ALONG, JUST BEAUTIFUL . REPORTS IS HAIR IS STICKING STRAIGHT UP, SOUNDS ABSOLUTELY ADORKABLE! Fields of Gold!!!....cellmates rock and sing to themselves..WINY! Absolutely beautiful. Crowd is going nuts!! Carolina in My Mind!! Was cracking up before song, Clay and Quiana having a contest to see who could hold the note the longest!!...
When Doves Cry!!!!!... Hold onto your hats.......it's time for WDC!!!....( Id rather hold onto Clays hat, thank you very much!!!) OH GOODIE!!! WDC!!! HERE WE GO! ANGELA HAS HAT ON!.... (where IS that Prozac???) Long note with screaaaaaam!!! Angela putting her arms around him, by the sound of the crowd it sounds like it was HOT!!.. TONS OF SCREAMS! MUST BE GIVING ANGELA LOOKS. OH TO BE ANGELA RIGHT NOW. THEIR BACK TO BACK...HOLDING HER ARMS AROUND HIM....SHE GRABBED HIM...WHOA! HE'S PULLING ON HIS SHIRT...MAJOR THRUST!!!... OMG!!! MAJOR THRUST?????... Just what exactly did she "grab" that caused the "thrusting"? Curious minds want to know (I guess not EVERYBODY wants to talk about the beard!!) LOL!!!! . OMG CELLMATES!!! MAJOR THRUST?????? THAT MADE ME KNOCK OVER MY WATER!!!!! HOLY CATS!!! HE'S GOING DOWN? OMG!! needmoreinfo OOOH, REALLY HOLDING THE NOTES, CLAY HAS THE HAT BACK ON... GIVE IT UP FOR THE BAND!!!!!! CLAY DIDN'T CLIMB THE STAIRS, MAYBE HIS FOOT IS STILL TENDER????.... WHY DO WE SCREAM!!!! - I know why: We all want to be Angela!!!(so true, so true)
THE WAY intro, paraphrasing here: "This song is about how when you love someone you can't find a way to tell them, this song is about "our relationship", a lot has happened to me and for me over the last year thanks to the greatest fans in the country. I can never ever find the words to let you know how much I appreciate that - hopefully you can feel it in The Way" Says he has the most amazing fans in the country!!! The Way is about how he feels about us!! The Way now!!... someone hug me or pass the kleenex!!!! You mean...The Claynex???... 629 people on the board now!....And do they ALL want to talk about the beard?...HMMMM, me thinks this has become the beard board. Not only do I want to talk about it...I want to feel it...against my face...and lips.(I can dream can't I?) yes, sweet Clay dreams for all cellmates "He makes me timbers shiver..."Arrrhhh...My timbers are creaky enough as it is. This could be dangerous. RE BeardGate: ...haven't seen photos so can't judge....All the more challenge to get to the fun stuff under the beard/stubble. I'll leave it at that (you'd better!! LOL!!!)
Report from Claysgurl05 (Amanda): Oh dear, still shaking quite a bit. I'm FROM south central KY, but I go to college close to Lexington (where I am now). Can't really think straight.But I wasn't squealing lolCan't stop shaking or crying, really. *sigh
Report from StaciaLynn: I talked AT him.... he listened to her only.... lol... he's got selective hearing... you don't believe it until after it happens...we were seriously calm WHILE he waso n the phone but the min he starts singing you're just.. i'm telling you.. i havee NEVER fainted in my life, but it certainly felt possible tonight
Twas The Night of The Cellcert
Twas the night of the cellcert and all through the house
Not a child was stirring nor my husband the "louse"
The claymates were glued to their puters to stare
In hopes that Clay Aiken soon would be there
The Claybooard was hopping all doing their vote
Whilst waiting for Clay to hit his first note
Then all of a sudden the RED was a glow
KyrrrrrrrrrIeeeee OMG I thought I would blow
The screams were so loud, the fans went beserk
I sat at my screen continuing to lurk
WE have stubble and fedora the reporters did say
We all starting thudding in honour of Clay
Refreshing and reading was 3 hrs long
But was thrilled to do it song after song
The night moved so fast it was hard to believe
That the ending was near- We arent ready to leave!
Clay stood before us so proud and sincere
And telling us how he held us so dear
Fans this song is for YOU how can I ever repay
For love and support Its all in- THE WAYYYYY!
Late Report:CLAY LOOKS TERRIFIC - RESTED, LIKE HE HAS GAINED SOME WEIGHT, STUBBLE LOOKS LIKE A BEARD (HE HASN'T SHAVED FOR DAYS). HE WORE THE HAT THROUGH EVERYTHING BUT THE ACOUSTIC SET AND EVEN AS HORRIBLY MESSED UP AS HIS HAIR WAS WHEN HE TOOK IT OFF HE LOOKED TERRIFIC!!!
HIS VOICE SOUNDS THE BEST SHE'S HEARD...STRONG, CLEAR, GREAT HIGH AND LOW NOTES...ISY WAS INTENSE(duh!) DUET WITH QUIANA WAS JUST OUT OF THIS WORLD WONDERFUL.
DURING THE ACOUSTIC SET THE BACK-UP SINGERS AND CLAY WERE HAVING A CONTEST - WHO COULD HOLD A NOTE THE LONGEST. CLAY WAS CRACKING UP AND WAS BASICALLY CLINGING TO HIS STOOL SO HE WOULDN'T FALL OFF - SHAKIN SO BAD! WHEN DOVES CRY WAS VERY SENSUAL
HIS PRESENCE ON STAGE IS TOTALLY AMAZING AND THAT YOU DEFINITELY FEEL THAT HE IS SINGING DIRECTLY TO YOU...THE WAY WAS SO EMOTIONAL, LIKE HEAVENwow.cellmates all breath one big SIGH together....
Open Arms!!! Clay just came on!! The screams are so loud for him!!!.. HEARING THOSE GLORY NOTES!... EEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW!... THEY SOUNDS GREAT AGAIN!!! THE CROWN GOES NUTS EVERYTIME CLAY SINGS!... SHWEET SHWEET HARMONY CLAY!!!!!!!!!... Its all over! the crowd was LOUD, a total "clay crowd" apparently! but Kelly "got a lot of love as well". He looked great, sounded great...
Clay wore a different shirt for Open Arms! Yes, a wardrobe change! A purple and white striped shirt, with wide stripes and a floral pattern in between!!!! (Did he spill something on his blue shirt? Did it finally fall apart??.....Can I have it????) There were t-shirts underneath, number unknown. Julia DeMato said she did Clay's hair tonight, and that's why it looked so bad and he had to wear the hat! (Julia was a hairdresser before AI2, as I remember, so that makes sense.) And here's the biggest SCOOP: Clay told Julia he wanted to cut his hair and shave and -- THE BAND AND THE BACKUP SINGERS TALKED HIM OUT OF IT!!!! So now we all now where to direct our comments -- JACOB, I'M TALKING TO YOU!!! OMG!!!!
Why are the concerts so short? Why do you leave me standing, alone in a world that's so cold?... Clay always thanks his fans. A lot of performers thank their fans, but I do not feel that they really "get" their fans, or maybe their fans like them but don't love them like we love Clay. The love spills over onto our daily lives and onto sharing with each other and caring about Clay and each otherWe really LOVE him as a man, singer, great person, part of our Clay Family. The difference with Clay fans is that we try to let him know that we honestly LOVE HIM and I think we can SEE and FEEL that he really, really appreciates us, and I do not ever get the impression that he takes his fans for granted.
NO ONE WILL EVER REPLACE CLAY AND I LOOK FORWARD TO ALL THE MANY FACES OF CLAY HE WILL SHOW US AS TIME GOES BY. WE LOVE YOU CLAY AND WE MEAN IT!!
Oh Mah Goodness!!! Did we have fun tonight???? Yes in deedy!
Two Thumbs Up for the Mile High CELLCERT!!! WOOHOO!!!
If this were a movie, it would be a Science Fiction remake called, THE BEARD THAT ATE THE CELLCERT!
ETA: OA recap and late news.
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