keepingfaith

LadyJ and Kim, have a wonderful time with my boyfriend tonight. Yes, I'm very liberal. I share. Oh, you guys will be with your husbands tonight, right? Well, then, I don't HAVE to share, heh, heh. That worked out well, and will keep him fresh for me tomorrow night.

Have fun, kf! Btw, people are loving your accidental recruitment story. Happy TGIF, FCA! Caro --------------------------- Drop by anytime: Carolina On My Mind Thanks, Caro. I loved it too!!! It was my most unexpected clayversion EVER!

Oh Kim, you forgot this: 1 Day until Keepingfaith Sees Clay Aiken Again in Biloxi!

I laugh at the arbiters of cool. Everything is cool, except for the stuff that's not cool. Not cool stuff is eating with your mouth full, cutting people off on the freeway, ripping people off, playing high maintenance games, and instructing other people what cool is supposed to be -- that stuff ain't cool. What's cool to anyone is, by definition, cool. And especially music. Making music that makes people happy is to make the heart full. That's is so not uncool. One of the most not uncool things on the planet. As Michael Franti's sings in Everybody Ona Move: Don't you forget why you came to the dance. Music is not competition, Music is not repetition. Music is love for the masses -- for all classes -- Love conquers all, Love accepts all, Love respects all -- Love dares to dream. And my favorite line: So-called experts: We're all beginners! That song is so very not uncool. Clay Aiken is extremely not uncool.

You know, to me the best thing about that Jim MTV guy's review, it that MTV is probably THE most irrelevant entity in the music business, and he may be the last to know. It's more over than hula hoops and drive-in movies. What this guy loses in translation is that relevance isn't deemed on high. It's a result of having an influence. MTV had it a long time ago. Clay has it now. These guys can be snotty about "claymates" -- but we know who claymates are, all ages and types and sizes and nationalities and ethnic backgrounds and ... and it's a lot bigger than MTV Dude imagines.

Gay marriages to resume in California next Wednesday, August 18. So says the court.

But I don't want to click these!!! I want to do other things to them. OMG! Clay holding The Package!!!!

I don't think people who are business cool are putting 2 and 2 together regarding Clay, given the "Catskills" comment. Just last month I watched a Showtime special about Sid Caesar's Your Show of Shows that was televised from 1949-1959. The writers of Sid's show were Larry Gelbart, Woody Allen, Neil Simon, and Mel Brooks. The show was on every Saturday night for 90 minutes, live, with only 11 minutes of commercial during the entire show. It was on for 39 weeks a year. I watched those old skits and not only laughed, but laughed my face off. I don't remember any of this. It was very cosmopolitan and the humor must have been going over the heads of most of the audience living outside of cities in the 1950's. But the physical comedy was so good, the audience really didn't need to get the jokes to laugh. Anyway, the more I watched, the more I saw Saturday Night Live. Yeah, 90 minutes live from New York every Saturday night. A show based on comedy skits. And then I realized, oh, there's the Samurai skit that John Belusi obviously lifted from Sid Caesar. Oh, there are the commercial spoofs. And the news flashes. And the take-offs on other television programs. The only difference was that these shows were actually, hysterically, belly-laughing funny! And you know where Sid and company got their start? That's right. The Catskills. The Borscht Belt. All of them. If Clay can resurrect the genius of a Sid Caesar in this day and age, with some great young writers, it could be an amazing thing. Here's one of the most classic skits in this history of live televisions, with Howard Morris, a decade before Ernest T. Bass, stealing the show throughout the skit as Uncle Goopy, and Carl Reiner as the host. They were show regulars along with Imogene Coca, and later Nanette Fabray. I'm elated that this clip was survived almost 60 years.

I have news from the Front, Comrades! Yes, in the campaign to recruit soldiers in the Aiken Army, I am well-known as a Clay fan by the faculty and staff of this law school. There is one girl in particular, my counterpart actually, who has been the only one here who ever actually told me she didn't like Clay at all. Not her kind of music, not her kind of guy. She'll ask me about him from time to time with bemusement on her face. Yesterday, I was sending my sister the link to the CU page with the Hampton Beach video for The Revival clack, and telling her how to select the last one on the list and right click and save target as. I also cc'd a couple of other friends. What I didn't realize is that I had hit the wrong name on my address list and instead of sending it to my old friend Jennifer, I sent it to my counterpart Jennifer, who is younger than my daughter. I read this response from her this morning, sent at 10pm last night: I'm in shock. And all because of sending clack to the wrong person! And she downloaded every link on that page!

Well fuck all y'all.

Now for best Clay's ever looked and with the trashiest mouth in any one piece of clack, you must watch the Hampton Beach Pre-EID clack with Clay discussing Idol and meeting Ruben. He looks unbelievably attractive, and I already think he's hot, and he says ass, and shit, and I remember back a few years when some of the Ladies' League members were upset when he said "crotch" at a show! His voice cracks and he's ... going through puberty. He's been waiting forever for this ... this is the night! He's so freaking cute, and I'm using freaking so as not to offend. But I'm saying the real word in my heart.

There is nothing to compare in the funny clack, in the history of funny clack, to The Revival last night. I'll make it easy. Last line, right click and save target as. I've watched it five times already. The first time I was actually crying and blowing my nose, and wiping tears, and of course a student walked in the door just at that moment. I didn't even know what to say, except ... my allegies are killing me. I couldn't say I was watching Clay Aiken act a fool and was laughing my brains out. http://www.clackunlimited.com/clack/Concert_Clack/2010_Timeless_Tour/Hampton_Beach/Scarlett/wmv_large/ This is for the wmv large files. I downloaded the mpg file. But whichever method you get it, get it!!! I'm going to watch it again and hope nobody interrupts this time. Hardest I've laughed at clack in my life.

Just had to look at that again. I think I need to print it in color and gaze for a while.

That is some full body profile. And those jeans weren't even tight, in most places.

You thought I could sleep tonight? No such luck. Move screencaps necessary. Whomever he's looking at in these brief glances at the perfect times, he loves you too much, baby. . . Locked in . . Show us your red hot lips ... . . Whadya mean you don't believe a word I say? . . He just stopped by to say hello. . . Now you're asking where I've been??? . . Oh let our love survive . . I love you too damn much, baby . . Everything's all right now.

Had to make some screen caps. I love to watch him whip up a song. Working a note to sustain its power and purety to the very end. Wow, he totally did it. And he's rather proud of himself. And he should be. He's one of a kind. A spectacular voice and presence. . . . . . . . . Could he be the reincarnation of Abraham Lincoln? No, I'm not drinking martinis. I'm just blown away again. Isn't that a Willie Nelson song too?

Oh Jesus, Suspicious Minds in Lancaster. Couchie, download this clack. Get a sound card. Whatever you have to do. It has to be God's will for you to experience this clack. I mean, Sweet Jesus. He provided the money at the casino for you to get a sound card. It's clear to me now. The thread title, Forget life --- It's CLAY time. Oh no, this IS life --- It's CLAY time. This is it. He's officially blown my brains out. I hope my traveling buddies are ready for me on Saturday.

We don't want to have a spat about this, now do we? I think he wants to see me again. He remembers me from the front row before. I know, I know, you were on the front row too, but you were admiring his threads, while I was admiring other things. He noticed. Couchie, it's not over. Maybe some multiples opportunities will pop up. This is supposed to be 30 cities, at least, I hear. I'm going to Dallas for sure. Even though it's in the most critical work week of the year for me. It's why I couldn't go to Raleigh on March 12. The same thing for March 8, 2011. I don't now how I'm going to do it, but being that it's on a Monday should enable me to go to Dallas, without lying about it. Of course, if I have to, I have to. This is Clay in Texas, y'all. I now know my price, apparently. Oh, but the reason I'm here after vowing to get some sleep after just one more clack download, is something that I feel strongly about. I felt a spiritual obligation to come here to testify. I don't know if anybody else in this world sees what I see when I watch Clay. I have no idea. But Sister came here to tell you that Clay singing Still The One in Lancaster has met all her needs. Watching that clack tonight was a bewitching, bothering and bewildering experience. mm mm mm what he has become. I mean, if you don't watch that clack you are spiritually bereft, sorry to say. I hope you will get to your knees for whatever you need to be thankful for tonight. Amen.

I can't deny that I like Clay with a little darker shades to his eyelashes and eyebrows. And even his hair. The color is perfect now in the Timeless Tour. His photos are all breathtaking. He may be a natural light redhead, but the colorlessness of the T&T Tour poster washes him out too much, for my tastes.

This opens up for he HUGE at http://yfrog.com/0g21mjj

FYI: All the dancerdad photos are NO OFC. Enjoy this first one bottlecap!

Pictures to sigh over ---

Randy and Simon Who? Overheard an AI convo in a lounge at school today. They all agreed that the show hasn't been any good since the first couple of years. Everyone agreed that they need a new panel, but that even new judges probably wouldn't save them. There was no love for Kara or Randy, or even Ellen, who was judged out of her element. I really wonder if Idol isn't headed into the big slide. Heck, if the ratings start slipping, they may have to beg these guys back on to save the day. Maybe Clay will just let them fall off the ratings cliff and not look back.

Either he's washing those socks out in the sink every night, or he has multi-pairs of the same ones. Now what am I going to get my True Love for Valentine's Day? I'm sure I'll think of something in the next six months.

I'm on the ceiling. I may not come off. Clay's coming to me to be my Valentine. I just know it.