Sort of. OK, it’s from 2011, but he’s still adorable with his issued computer and awkward, random, green commentary.
Aaaannd, the green shirt in top pic is from his magically delicious concert at the Scout Bar, Beaumont, TX, March 11, 2009. Below is my recap, published originally on The David Chronicles.
Beaumont, Not a Bad Place to Be
I’m back from Beaumont. I have spent the better part of two days sleeping off the effects. First, let me just say that at the two AI concerts I attended, I had to use binoculars. For the Tulsa show, I was actually in the nose bleed section. But Beaumont, Beaumont, Beaumont! It was so intimate, and David was thrilled to have it that way. He feeds off the energy of his fans, and the closer they are, the stronger the connection. Anyway, by some act of God, I found myself front row against the railing and center stage!!!!!!! When Lesley Roy’s set was done, they cleared the stage and placed David’s mic stand right in front of me and so close I could have easily reached out and grasped it in my hand. Then they put his keyboard next to that, and it was so close I could have laid my hand on it. I was thankful to have the railing to hold onto while all this was taking place. Someone taped down his list of songs on the floor next to the mic so close I could read it. YEDL was scribbled in after the medley! My favorite song on the album!
So cue the intro and here he comes with the biggest grin singing TMH. I was suddenly seized with a terror of reaching out my hand for fear he wouldn’t touch it. Isn’t that pathetic? But I tentatively raised my hand and he grasped it so firmly and squeezed so hard! I reflexively and joyously squeezed his right back.
What else can I say? His voice up close and live was such an intensely beautiful, uplifting, exhilarating experience. I could witness on his face every nuance of emotion he put into each song and it was utterly glorious to behold. How can anyone be that breathtakingly gorgeous? Up close, the Phenom is almost TMTH. He was sweating so much that at one point when he was at the keyboard, back lit by the stage lights, the sweat was pouring off him in an unremitting shower of glittering rain. When it was over, I tried to walk away and stumbled into a man in the crowd. I apologized and tried to walk again, but staggered and had to stop a minute and then take baby steps to get my equilibrium back. Never has a performance…a performer, affected me in such a powerful way. He is like a drug. He is a magical, euphoria inducing, intensely mood-enhancing, high. Like I said at the start, I have spent two days sleeping it off. What remains is a case of ODD that has escalated to epic proportions.
That’s not a bad place to be.