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Here are the first 10 songs I purchased on iTunes - in June of 2003. The June 20th Rolling Stone cover was my impetus to get started. Still haven't stopped. That first day I, too, went crazy and downloaded 27 songs, including a version of "When I Fall in Love" by the Lettermen with explicit lyrics. The Lettermen? Explicit lyrics? Scratches head in puzzlement. The Cover of the Rolling Stone - Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show Walk Like an Egyptian - The Bangles Piano Man - Billy Joel The Devil Went Down to Georgia Charlie Daniels I Fall to Pieces - Patsy Cline Hotel California - The Eagles Take it Easy - The Eagles White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane Indian Lake - The Cowsills Proud Mary - Ike and Tina Turner

I always pay for the music I download. Even though the artists get a pittance, it's still something. On the other hand, I jumped on downloading Doctor Who without a second thought. Hangs head in shame. Still make a point of watching it on Sci Fi when it's broadcast, just in case anyone ever asks me about ratings!

Maybe just as well Faye doesn't get a pin. I sure wouldn't want to be the one to explain it to her!

And eeeeeeeeeeee right back at you. I am really looking forward to the eHP party. Not that y'all have a reputation or anything. What a great way to start my summer of Clay! I got a pedicure yesterday - got flowers put on my toes. DD says that makes me a 12 year old, too! {{{{{{playbiller}}}}}} We may not always agree on stuff, but you're an important voice here. I hope all your tests turn out the best.

I don't usually bring this up, because I hold it as my own personal and wonderful treasure, but my favorite Clay Concert Memory is this one:

Crap. There goes the rest of my afternoon. Now only 3 . . . On topic: While I haven't yet made up my mind on what I'll wear to the concerts, I did get in touch with my favorite techie to see about buying a new external hard drive for all the new Clack that I hope will be coming our way. He sent me to a site where you buy the innards (500 GB, $115) and the case ($45), which he says he'll put together if I make him some gingerbread cookies. Well, that sucker was ordered faster than you can say molasses and cloves. And on a related note, I bought some of these as part of my Get Rid Of Clutter campaign. They make me smile every time I open the pantry.

OMG, OMG, Thank you so much! Artquest gives cindilu2 a big ol' squishy hug and scurries off to Amazon to get the CD for DD

OMG, The Last Unicorn is DD's and my favorite movie to watch together. Brilliant casting, great story. Nice music too, though I don't think they ever came out with a soundtrack CD. Who was it who did the songs? I know I'm a Pollyanna, but I'm enjoying the discussions on marketing and what Clay sings and what people want to hear in two weeks (TWO WEEKS!!!!) and such. Clay will do what Clay can to make the music he wants. That'll work fine for me. I'm just sorry that the discussions are making some people unhappy. Maybe serenity lies is just scrolling through, as Playbiller suggests.

Hey, Couchie, Sending good thoughts your way.

Haaaappppy Birthday to Ansa! Have a great day and a great year. I've been buying clothes for this concert since May. May, 2006. So I have lots of options I haven't figured out yet. I tend to overdress, so who knows what'll actually show up in my suitcase.

Hey, it's a total shout out to us! Thanks for the giggle.

With Muski around, I don't need to smut. Besides, she does it so much better than I. :em0200: <= Clive Jeeze, that's really creepy. It looks just like him except for looking alive instead of long dead. Now if the emoticon had kinda lizardy features and a greyish tinge, the resemblence would be perfect.

I will not smut. I will not smut. I will not smut.

Goodness knows I'm not everywhere on the 'Net, but the only place I'm seeing much talk about people hearing the missing album is right here. Some friends and I made up a game last summer, called "Clueless", that involved solving the mystery of the missing tracks. We had a layout of an imaginary Clay Mansion (Kitchen, Bedroom, Game Room), methods for stealing the tracks (iPod, wireless mike) and suspects (Kelly, Raleigh, Clive(!!!)) It was kinda fun to play until we heard about the covers CD. You can find the images HERE. What's important to me now is that Clay's moving on with a new CD, that he might well have new songs already picked for it (RCA owns the old ones), and that he's gonna be singing to me in 17 days. Woooo Hooooo! Oh, and I get to hang out with the evil Houston Posse while he's doing it. It's tough to think of a better way to spend the summer. HAPPY BIRTHDAY COUCH TOMATO!!!

My department chair, a non-fan, wandered into my office yesterday and saw this poster up on my wall: She commented on how lovely it is (and it IS!) and then reminded me that she was in the audience at the AI5 Finale and how stunned and amazed she was with how well he sang. And that from a non-fan. I don't think she's heard much of anything since then except from me. ETA, the poster is credited to CDD.blogspot.com. Whoever you are, you are awesome.

So, what songs would a singing penis sing? I mean, besides Touch?

Artquest whispers to Muskifest: Try Travelocity . . .

From your lips to god's ears . . Most big cities in the west run flights to Vegas pretty much every hour on the hour. One could probably slip away in the afternoon to go to the show and catch an early morning flight back to Denver. Just sayin' . . .

I think it's the nature of a fandom to want to experience more. That's what fans do. If he tours, we want more stops. If he sings, we want more songs. If he's on Kimmel for 7 minutes, we want 10. He blogs, we want more blogs. Yeah, we're never satisfied, but on the whole, I think that's a good thing. I'm reminded that the alternative to love is indifference. "He wrote one song. Nice." with no further encouragement to write additional songs would be a bad sign for the fandom and for his career. JMO, YMMV, etc.

It's Russian. The resolution is so poor I'm having a little trouble reading it. Which wouldn't help anyway because, although I can still read Cyrillic, I don't know what it means. I've blown up the image and sent it off to a Russian speaking friend. We'll see what he has to say.

I'll take door number two, Monty.

Thanks for the pretty pictures! Does anyone know where I can get a high res version of this one?

This Hand is Your Hand, This Hand is My Hand Er, sorry. Let's try again. Beautiful Beckoning Hands Careless Hands Clap Hands And endless variations. OK, maybe not . . . Daddy's Hands OK, maybe not that one either. Get a Little Dirt on Your Hands Hands Knees and Booms-a-Daisie It's just a start, but I'm sure there's a keeper in there somewhere. And now I have to head to the family reunion. Happy Memorial Day, y'all.

Looks like some of the Clay husbands may have been at work.

It won't work 'coss he's already dead. As someone suggested somewhere, it's like Weekend at Berney's: they just haul him around from one place to another and pretend he's still alive. Look for someone's arm up his back and into his head, making his lips move. Eeeewwww, I just grossed myself out. Re the board personas vs. the real personas: Artquest, my board persona, is a better person than I am. Part of this is that the Internet gives me an opportunity to practice that better person thing and part of it is the reality that I may find myself at a concert, sitting next to someone I might have slammed. Not a pleasant thought, so I don't slam. Even when I receive astonishing PMs from people who think they're god's gift to the Clay fandom. It also helps, A LOT, that I can edit both posts and PMs. It gives me a chance to calm down and think things through. Clay parties? I have a mostly non-existant memory for faces, so I'm grateful for the name tags. Plus the bling. (Waves to KAndre) Anything distinctive is most welcomed. I like my own Clay parties the best! The pre-Kimmel party in September was awesome. Because I hang out on a variety of boards, I had groups of people in the house who weren't even talking to each other. Or worse. Kinda like family dinners when I was a kid. Everybody behaved, though. Another time, we threw a pre-party in Vegas for the IT. We got busted by security at 5:30 in the afternoon. Our friends at the casino said we were the oldest group ever to get busted for being too rowdy. Good times, good times.