Devoted as they are, Clay Aiken fans not only honor their favorite singer, but each other! In the Claymmys (the group's annual contest for best pictures, stories, blends, etc.), our very own Idol Fanatic won the People's Choice award for best story. Her account of what it means to be a Clay Aiken fan, entitled "My Secret Life as a Middle-Aged Groupie" won out.
We've repurposed it below. Enjoy:
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"Iâve got the music in me, sweet music in me; Iâve got the muuuuu-sic in MEEEEE!"
These words could well be my lifeâs theme, as I have always liked or been involved in some sort of music. From the ear-splitting screeches of Violin 1 in fourth grade, to the constant practicing of piano and flute through middle school and on into college, I have been playing or singing since I was young.
So why havenât you heard of me on Broadway, or seen my name on the Pollstar charts? Well, letâs just say that while the music may be IN me, what comes OUT of me isnât always something you'd pay to hear! God just asks of us to make a joyful NOISE unto the Lord. He doesnât say anything about it being on tune, in tempo, or in perfect harmony.
That is why I pay to hear others who are in tune, play magnificently, or can do the soft shoe while singing brilliantly. Concerts are a source of joy for me. Be they rock or classical, I have always shelled out the bucks for the musical acts that intrigued me.
Chicago, Three Dog Night, Bob Dylan (in Paris, no less!), Little River Band, Elton John, the Beach Boys, Billy Joel, Simon and Garfunkel, Gordon Lightfoot, Bare Naked Ladies, Train, Jars of Clay, Kelly Clarkson, Sandi Patty, Point of Grace, Itzhak Perlman -- the list of performers Iâve seen in concert goes on and and on.
I've purchased many albums, cassettes, and now CDs of these artists, and even have a deck of Beatles trading cards tucked away in a safe deposit box. While I may purchase a ticket to see a favorite artist if they pass through town, Iâve never made the effort to travel long distances to see them in concert.
If they come, Iâll go. If not, then Iâll catch them the next time they pass through town.
So what possessed me, in 2004, to get on a plane the day after Thanksgiving to fly to a concert? Two words: Clay Aiken.
My name is Michelle, and I am a card carrying member of the Clay Nation -- a Claymate, for short! It all started out in such innocent fashion. Season One of American Idol sucked my family into the vortex of reality TV, and we couldnât wait for Season Two to begin.
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