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Posted by Angelica on Tuesday, September 28, 2010
A Good Place
We began our trip to Ohio at noon on Saturday. (A bit early, but we planned to let nothing get in our way, lol) FG, Rebecca and I sang and laughed the entire drive South. We made up dance moves (mostly FG) in the car. As we arrived closer to our Hotel, we started seeing tweets about the soundcheck in progress, and quickly reprogrammed the GPS to take us to the venue. It wasn’t easy to find, but find it we did. The gates were all locked, but we were glad we went. The area is beautiful, very pastoral. We left and found our hotel, checked in, and went to get some early dinner. Everyone was meeting up at a Japanese steakhouse later but we couldn’t wait to eat.
Later on, we showed up at the restaurant and people were starting to pour in. I can’t begin to guess at the number of fans from all over. We couldn’t move. Mike was there and told us that the whole band was coming too. We met them all. They were fun and the young drummer Ben was teased quite a bit. It seems he has a few nicknames. Ben Jonas, Ralph Macchio, Mario Lopez, LOL, he’s a darling and a good sport.
Fast forward to the next morning. Parked outside the venue, talked to a man who drove his daughter here from Niagara Falls. What a good daddy. ♥ It was interesting to see the police cars going into the venue, 30-40 cars. Security was tight. After going through the metal detectors, we ran to the front. There was no seating and we ending up against the rail, front row.
Then David. He came out. His presence is so strong that he is all you see on that stage. His voice was strong and beautiful. He didn’t appear nervous. He had a new dance move during TOSOD. It was adorable. Falling Stars was amazing. I know that could be a radio hit tomorrow. My Kind Of Perfect had everyone in tears. That song is so David, and deeply personal. It IS him. The last verse breaks my heart.
The show was over far too soon, as they all are. I am left with beautiful memories of song, peace, love and friendship. A mini 2010 Woodstock. We are in a good place. David has truly written his masterpiece.
My Kind of Perfect is a Concert in New Albany
Since when is waking up at 4:00 am to drive to a concert the most logical and sensible thing to do?
Is it wrong to make a mad dash to the stage immediately after you enter so that you can be right behind the rails?
Why do you hug perfect strangers who introduce themselves with their cyber names like they are long-lost friends?
Is it a collective gasp I hear from the crowd when the first few notes of TOSD roll off his lips?
Why does his hopping one foot in front of the other make you forget all the soreness in your own feet from standing for hours?
Why can’t we take our eyes off this little guy in wrinkled T-shirt and over-sized jacket? Why does a vocal genius disguise himself an unassuming, adorkable young man?
Why is he asking us to sing along on a yet-to-be released song and why do we know its every word?
Can you hear a pin drop when he sings the Love Song Of all Love Songs that is MKOP? Why does the way he sings Maaayyy Beee make your heart ache with a yearning that you don’t know is still in your heart? Why do a few notes induce an urge to weep? How does he make his vocal cords vibrate pining and longing? Does he realize how vulnerable we are?
If hearing one new song live overwhelms your senses and emotions, what does hearing THREE do to you?
How do you give a standing ovation when you are already standing on your feet for hours?
Does he really need to ever so politely ask his security guy if he can high-five his fans who have been patiently waiting for him to come out? And why is it funny to see him outrunning his security and touching every outstretched hand down the line?
Finally: Why do we feel a part of us is ripped from us when the black van finally drives him away? Is it wrong to want to be reunited with it right away?
New Albany – A Mindful Madness
My head is still not clear and I can barely string two words together. And Angelica wonders where my recap is. LOL! So do I, my friend, so do I. Perhaps it lies somewhere in the salty tears brought to the surface by My Kind of Perfect. Or maybe in my quivering lip or pained heart upon hearing Falling Stars live in its perfect painful glory. Maybe it is hiding behind my larger than life mountain of pride as TOSOD bounced its way into my tired soul. My fellow David friends and I were witness to an evolution of sight, sound, and surrender; confidence, courage, and charisma all wrapped up in light, love, and longing. It is never long enough, he is never close enough, and I cannot ever hear enough to quench my thirst for The Voice and the feast it provides me with.
I got to touch his arm and hand as he ran past and gave us high-fives. It made him seem real for those few seconds. His skin is so soft and perfect, like a rose petal. He is so lovely, radiant, sweet, and precious. I’m going to Grand Rapids on Saturday to see him again. My love and support for him is as limitless as his talent.
DAVID ARCHULETA ROCKS!!!! :)