2003-08-06
1:16 p.m.

BEVR: Kathleen/Richmond

Broad's Eye View Report: Kathleen/Richmond

Back Home in Dixie!

On a complete whim on Tuesday, I checked Ticketmaster for the Richmond show and found I was able to buy a single close in floor seat. So I figured why not? 110 miles each way, after an 8-hour workday - I can do that! I'm a Broad on a mission! So I did - and was I ever glad. I had seen the DC show on July 28, but this one was way better. I think having floor seats makes a big difference, but also the crowd was amazing. The Richmond Coliseum is a much smaller venue than DC - maybe half to 2/3 the size, but the crowd was loud and enthusiastic. Really loud!

The show of course had all the same songs in the same order, so I'll just stick to the high points for me. (I'd like to get this to Nelle soon, so it can be posted before the Raleigh BEVR's start rolling in!) Great performances, lots of energy. Clay was much more "up" than the DC show. TITN was great, and then he started talking about how glad he was to be back in the South. He is SO stoked about going home that he was practically jumping up and down. "Tomorrow, Raleigh!" When Ruben came out, he was also talking about being back in the South - "I went into breakfast this morning and they had grits on the menu! Not having grits must be some kind of child abuse!" Even this transplanted Yankee, who has been telling people for 30 years, "I live in NORTHERN Virginia!," found their enthusiasm charming.

During the group numbers in the second half, I sensed a little more goofing around than I had before. The kids seemed to be having a great time. During the "Girl is Mine" routine, the panties started coming fast and furious. (How�s that! Bad grammar and lechery in one sentence!) While Ruben was talking, Clay started picking them up looking them over and depositing them with some thrown stuffed animals in a pile at the side of the stage. He picked up one large lacy bra and did his trademark jaw-drop, and said I don't think the kids at the Children�s Hospital can use this! He then told Ruben to keep talking while he cleaned up and proceeded to leap around the stage in full dork mode picking up underwear and depositing it in his little pile, all the while grinning like a little maniac.

When Clay was onstage with Trenyce and Kim Caldwell during the "Clay can't dance" routine, they never got to the dancing part because they were distracted by people throwing food to them. First chocolate, which Clay said he couldn�t have so Kim Caldwell, took it. Then a box of Mac'n'cheese, which Clay lunged for and held up triumphantly. Then a Krispy Kreme donut sealed up in a little bag. Kim Caldwell caught that, but Clay insisted they trade. They were supposed to be getting sections of the audience to scream "205!" so Ruben would come out to do his next song, but Clay yelled, "Caldwell, you talk - Ah'm eatin!" And eat he did. Every bite of that donut. Grinning all the while. All broadcast on the jumbotron. And Broads, if that boy can get that, um, excited about a donut, think what the collective efforts of the Ranch hands could do! Quite frankly, the image of that grin will be imprinted on my brain for a looonng time!

My final thought on the night: when my kids were little, we would worry that they might twitch to death during the week before Christmas, they would be so hyper with excitement. Well, I think last night was like the night before Christmas for Clay. I think y'all are in for a good show in Raleigh. That is unless he spills the eggnog, hits his little brother, and tips over the tree first - oh wait - that was just my kids!

Respectfully submitted,
Kathleen, AKA Mother Superior no rants today!)

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