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Here's a new one for the Clay dictionary!
Claypel Tunnel Syndrome! Lately I have had a pain in my left arm
if I raise it any higher than chest level. I tried to figure out
what I have been doing differently that could have caused this. Then
I realized what it was. In the ten years I've been at my company,
I have never had a cd player or a radio in my office. After MOAM,
that changed. I bought a cd player and put it in my office.
I play MOAM all day, every day. My desk is shaped like an L, and
my cd player is behind me to my left. Every time the phone rings
or the big boss comes in the office, I have to reach back and turn my music
down and then I have to reach back and promptly turn it back up when my
phone call is over or the big boss leaves. I have been doing this
every day, except weekends for over a year now! So that it how I
came to have what I call
Claypel Tunnel Syndrome!
Okay, I am like one of the biggest Clay
Aiken fans, so you can see why I did this! I'm 17 and I waitress at Red
Robin's and there was a cute little kid in there, who asked for some ketchup.
I feeled particularly spunky and hyper that evening, so I decided to put
some on a little plate, like a smily face. Instead, I made a face and put
spiky hair. I wrote "Clay" under my work of art. I set the plate on the
table, and the boy giggled at the little face. His mother leaned over and
laughed. "It's Clay Aiken!", she said. "Yup, I love him!", I said. The
woman nodded in agree, and I felt so good to please another Claymate! You
Gotta Love That MAN!!!!
My sister and I were in the mall one day.
We were in a Macy's or something. Anyway, we were going up the escalator
when I said "Emily, do you hear that?" And you could tell she was listening
to try to hear what I heard! But I swore I heard Clay singing "Invisible"!!!
And it was coming from the floor we were just on! So once we got to the
top, I grabbed my sister's arm and ran back down the other escalator to
the bottom floor and started running towards Clay's voice! I finally saw
the T.V. where his video was playing. It was right next to a clothes rack.
So we tried to look calm and look at shirts. But really, we were watching
MY grandmother has to be one of the biggest
Clay fans out there. Well you know election time came along and it was
time to vote. My grandma being a big supporter on the thing goes to vote.
I come home from school and ask her who she had voted for. Her response
was "that Edwards guy" I said, "Well, why him"? she said, " Because Clay
and he are both from Raleigh." All I could do is laugh. She loves her Clay.
"This probably isn't that funny, it was
actually kind of embarrassing... I live in Raleigh, Clay's hometown.
At the time, my friend's little sister
went to the YMCA where Clay used to work. When he came back home for his
hometown tour, my friend got me in to see him. Unfortunately,
her mother is late to EVERYTHING, so by the time we got there, the
autograph signing was almost over. I was really upset, especially
since we weren't even allowed to go see him sing for the YMCA kids
since we didn't usually go to the Y. Well, he was about to leave for the
Durham Bulls game (he was going to sing the national anthem, for those
who don't know). Anyway, he was walking down this hill, waving back at
the kids; the camera man had packed up his stuff; I could see they
were about to leave. I looked at my friend. "I am NOT leaving
without my autograph." I grabbed
her arm and we ran all the way across the field, screaming "Clay, Clay,
wait up!" He looked around to see these two psychotic preteen girls running
after him like their lives depended on it. Huffing and puffing, we made
it to Clay. In one big run-on sentence, between breaths and shaking
Clay's hand, I said "Hi Clay my name's Lauren and this is Catie and
you were in a play with my chorus teacher a long time ago and I was
wondering can I have an autograph??" He smiled, being the polite Clay Aiken
that he is. "Sure. What's your teacher's name, I might remember her?" I
told him and pulled a Sharpie out of my purse for him to sign my Clay Aiken
t-shirt. "Yeah, I remember Mama J" (that's what all her students call
her), "we were in the Sound of Music at the Raleigh Little Theater.
Anyway, it was great meeting you, I have to go, I'm late," so he
ran off toward the news chopper. I didn't get a photo with Clay (and
still haven't, although I refuse to give up!), but I got my autograph."
"... Is there a Mr. Aiken
"Yes sir, this is he."
"I'm calling to inform you
that you've been nominated for an American Music Award in the category
of Best Pop Male. How do you feel?"
town! You stop raht now! Ahm just me. Oh, Justin Timberlake is also nominated?
"Well sir, we would like
you to come and be in attendance."
"Will there be Krispy Kreme,
BBQ and sweet tea?"
"Excuse me sir?"
You can take the boy out
of NC, but you can't take the NC out of the boy!
Clay Had His Way With
Us (In the AI2 Tour)
'THIS IS THE NIGHT'
He preens, he struts, he shines, he grabs
our attention, a peacock displaying his feathers, magnificent in black
suit and violet silk tie. We sit up and take notice. His stylized, scripted
arm and body movements as he stands behind the mic are like the ritual
courtship dance of a grouse or the antlers display of an elk. We see you,
Clay, we see you.
'THE GIRL IS MINE'
He makes us choose HIM.
(WE WILL DO ANYTHING HE WANTS)
He walks to the left of the stage, other
Idols spread out behind him. He gently raises his palm. He wants us to
stand. We obey. We leap to our feet. Why? We don't know. Does it
'CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT'
At last, he gently makes love to us but
pauses before the climax. He makes us BEG him to finish, and we scream
for the final note of the song endlessly while he smirks, listening to
us plead and waiting until our cries thunder through him. And then he gives
us what we want, that last motion, that last thrust, that last note of
the song. We are exhausted.
"Ready to do it again, honey?" he seems
to say as he rises up out of the stage, looks out at the crowd, and smiles
at his lovers. He teases and plays with us, galloping from one side of
the stage to the other, tugging and clutching and laughing, wailing his
words to the sky, as we sing in ecstasy along with him, approaching our
communal climax. At last it's over, and we lie back, spent but happy as
he walks from the stage.
-by Elena Felsig
"I teach Junior Kindergarten (3 and 4
year olds) and every day we have rest time. I usually play quiet lullabies
in the background while my students are resting, 4 or 5 of
them will usually fall sleep. For my own
sanity recently, I have been playing Clay. Now almost all of my students
go to sleep. I'm not sure whether to feel offended or blessed!"
"We have some workmen at our house now,
and I was playing my Clay CD when they came in. This was our convo
Workman: "Is that Clay Aiken you're playing?"
Me: "Yup he's great!!!!"
Workman: Yeah he should have won the show,
he was the best on there"
Workman: I just heard on the radio that
he is on the cover of Time Magazine! Thats great!
Me: Yeah I know I can't wait!!
Workman: Keep playing that music, I'll
enjoy it while i'm working!
Me: okay! sure!
My dad: You probably just made her day
"In Raleigh after playing 'Invisible'
(WRAL RADIO) DJ Jim Kelley said he talked to Mama Faye last week
and she told Jim that Clay bought a car while in LA. He calls her up and
says "Mom, I think I made a mistake. I shouldn't have bought a convertible".
She said, "Now you've spent all this money...why is it a mistake?"
He said while he's riding around with
top down, all the paparazzi are running up to him to try to get his picture.!
Well, you've arrived Clay!
Response to above from "Toonces":
"Forget the press, what about the multitudes of women trying to launch
themselves into the vehicle?!?! "
"I was standing at the deli counter waiting
to place my lunch meat order on a very busy summer morning at the grocery
store in our favorite vacation spot. My little ticket said that I was number
22 in line which couldn't be that bad. After all, they were waiting on
number 78 at the moment! That's right, forty-four people times at least
two and a half pounds of lunch meat a piece meant that one hundred pounds
of ham and cheese would have to be sliced and wrapped before they got to
me. This is a situation that ordinarily would make me very disagreeable,
but under the influence of Clay, I was calm. I shopped. I came back. I
waited. Then a miracle happened! A woman said to me, "Here, take my ticket,
it's up next and I 'm being waited on because someone else gave me her
ticket." To which I replied, "THANK YOU! THIS IS BETTER THAN FIRST ROW
CLAY TICKETS!". Everyone laughed and had a good time joking about it. And
we all survived.
Okay - It's not really better than first
row Clay tickets, that's why they were all laughing at me. Silly woman."
-by 'Sue in Philly'
"I went to Granny's Pie Pan last night
and Faye was there."
"While we were there, Sharon pulled out
a pair of Clayton's shoes Faye has loaned her. Whoppers they are!
We checked out the size...13! Sharon plans to use them to make painted
footprints on the floor as people enter the restaurant (Clay walked here),
and then put them in the Clay display case with caption "Feats of Clay".
those of you who have been living in a cave, "Faye" is Clay's mom.
you might not be aware that "Granny's Pie Pan" is owned
another of Clay's cousins, Sharon. It is located in Smithfield,
is nextto Four Oaks where Clayton's stepdad, Ray, was raised .]
-from an e-mail sent to
me (the webmaster) by Clay's cousin Kim on 8/23/03
to the above information:
Pie Pan in being sold and will soon have another name.
is no word on whether or not the new owners will keep Clayton's shoe prints.
Below: Granny's Pie Pan
in Smithfield, NC
From an e-mail:
"Hey, my name is Kasey P_____,
from Four Oaks, where Ray was raised, and I am friends with Ray's family,
["Ray" was clayton's dad/stepdad] and my dad was really good friends with
him before he passed away. Knowing that Sharon, Clay's Aunt, owned Granny's
Pie Pan in Smithfield, I visited a few times. A couple of weeks ago, when
Clay was home to be in the Raleigh Christmas Day Parade, my friend and
I went in to eat.
About 2 weeks later, we went back, and
noticed the 'Clay Aiken was here!' footprints painted on the floor. We
started getting excited about how we 'thought' Clay had been there within
the two weeks between our two visits. Funny thing is, my mom was across
the street at the movie theater the day they had Clay's birthday party
there, and swears up and down that she saw Jeff, Clay's step-brother there
standing outside the resturant, so I was like "He really was here!!" Then
after reading the other Granny's Pie Pan story here on the site, I realized
that he never really came in between those two weeks, and laugh at myself
for the way my friend
and I reacted. :)
Thought I'd just share my little story.
"Okay... the funniest T-shirt I saw at
the Charlotte concert was actually a family of red t's. [T-Shirts]
Mom, Dad, and two daughters. The Mom had something like "Buttercup" on
hers and the daughters had "Sugar Pie" and "Honey Bunch" on theirs.
The father had "Make it Stop" on his!"
-From "That's the Clay
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A Favorite Clay Americal
Idol 2 Moment
When given a compliment by guest judge
Neil Sedaka on the American Idol show, who told him, "You sing like
Andre Agassi plays tennis! Perfection!" Clay demonstrated his endearing
mixture of young boy and perfect gentleman as he grinned, looked a little
sheepish, and said, "Wow! thanks!" nodding his head in respect for
the renowned song writer and performer.
see an animated picture of Clay's first -now famous--
hear Clay's comment about it and his wonderful laugh!
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