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2004-03-02
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.
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