2004-03-02
5:42 p.m.

BEVR: Erin/Duluth 02/25/04

I read the purple pages. I heard the song list. I even downloaded and watched the Charlotte “When Doves Cry.” I thought I knew what to expect, but I had no idea.

I was not prepared for this. Sheer beauty.

Nor this kind of passion.

Or this heat. The heat that almost killed me.

The man is unleashed.

Now I must make retract one of my posts I made in the purple pages. I can’t deny this kind of evidence.

Mr. W. sure likes to mug for the cameras.

I witnessed something new that night, unbridled Rock!Star!Clay! The long entrance from the back of dark arena, one spotlight shining down, the purest voice I have ever heard, standing up on my chair trying to get my first glimpse of the Man. I know that what I saw Wednesday night was a legend. An absolute legend about whom I will one day tell my grandchildren.

Now I must share this picture because something about this strikes me as funny, sweet, relaxed and innocent. (Did I mention that part of Clay was there, too?)

I love how his fingers are softly tugging at his pants. I love the expression on his face as he glances around the arena.

And lastly, it’s a good thing that Clay has a man like this to protect him.

Posted by Erin