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Brief Notes from Utah

You will find here a variety of views and reviews of the Solo Tour final stop that will be posted throughout the day. Keep checking back!

E-Center, Friday, March 27, 2009.

from davidfanLIZ – I made lemonade out of rather lousy seats and enjoyed looking at the whole spectacle from afar. Can you picture looking down on 8000 people jumping to Zero Gravity? David was intense throughout the show and gave every song his all. He jumped and stomped and hunkered. He sang both My Hand and Your Eyes Don’t Lie, and I got to hear the whistling live for the first time! My first AI show had similar rooftop seats and I remembered back to those days when David was somewhat tentatively finding his footing on the stage. Tonight he completely filled that large arena with just David, with his voice, with his intensity, with his sweet charm. BTW you might have noticed that David wore an orange wristband tonight. The words on it say: David vs Goliath, CRUSH MS, Find the Cure. On the inside it says: Brett Hales. Brett and friends were selling these to raise money for MS research.

from kizzi ~ Joy & Power: Having attended the first solo tour concert at Virginia Beach and then the final for this tour at SLC, my overall sense is the quantum performance leap David has achieved in 32 days. And, I can no longer imagine where he will be in the coming years, heck, the coming months!

Tonight, his smile was in constant attendance and the overarching emotion was simply……Joy. He is a home boy. The love his hometown has for him washed over us non-homey’s in waves and we knew we were experiencing a rare relationship; and, that love continued to spill out over the walls and through the roof of the E-Center all evening. I think it will be most evident in the videos.

The power David infused into his voice this night was most spectacular. And, I’ve seen quite a few David performances. His voice took us to pure beauty and art and magic in EACH and EVERY song. “Somebody Out There” was absolutely the most perfect performance he has done with that song–the notes were strong or soft, drenched in poignant, heartfelt tenderness and longing. “Don’t Let Go” is very special to David and he is expressing, again, a yearning that just emerges from him with every note and shimmers into sight tantalizing us with glimpses of the depth and breadth of what he is expressing–a vulnerability and rawness that is completely compelling–we feel his emotion and if we fill in our personal “blank” with our own life experience, that song unlocks our own secrets, our own yearnings–so powerful.

Finally, the band has journeyed with David these last 32 days and they have progressed along with him. It seems to me that they have given him an artistic launching pad–an organic energy source–and he has given them the same. I believe the question isn’t “will David be successful?” I believe the question is “how successful does David want to be?

from vermeer – Watching David sing and talk, whether it is in a smaller setting like the Knitting Factory in Boise, or in an arena such as the E-Center, I still felt the overwhelming joy and love surging out of my body for him. You feel a connection, a strong connection. He beamed at the audience throughout the night at his home town crowd though it was made up of many people from all over the place as well. It is such a joy to feel his joy.

I’ll leave the review of the songs to others but I’ll say that there were new runs and tasty nuggets he added to various numbers as always and I noticed a new small kick move that he incorporated … now I’m already forgetting which song, but it made me chuckle with glee. Anything David does is heartwarming. He does it for his own experimenting and growth and for the audience. I so appreciate anything that he does as it shows dedication and supreme effort to improve his craft. Gotta LOVE this guy!!

Because this was his last show of his first solo tour, it wasn’t without some sad emotional moments that you sensed when he was introducing Crush. Crush signaled the end of the show and the end of the tour. When Liz and I were walking back to the car in the arena parking lot very late at night after enjoying some quiet moments in a nearby restaurant, we ran into Eli. The fact that this was the end of the tour sunk in even more was he said he won’t be seeing David after tonight, that is, until the band rejoins him for the UK tour.

On last note is I thoroughly enjoyed the two opening acts and will be YouTubing them to hear more

from awestruck: Reflections of the SLC Concert – My FIRST time to see David perform live.  Mood:  melancholy.  So, the highlights of my fragmented thoughts will best be served up in point form and not necessarily in chronological order.
–    I took advantage of other’s comments:  Enjoy the moment.  I was selfish and deliberately left my camera at home.  KUDOS to those who go to David’s concerts and provide video and photographs from their experience.
–    It surprises me that I don’t seem to have thoughts of the entire concert, as I know I focused entirely on David the whole time.
–   Overall, David was energetic, powerful, assured in his in between song banter, passionate, intense, and seemed to completely open himself up to the audience in front of him.  I could hear clearly every word he spoke and sang.  How his voice projected in an arena filled with screaming fans just blew me away.  I must say that for the most part the crowd was respectfully quiet while he was talking and singing (especially during the slow songs), but sure showed him love in between.
–    HIS SMILE – when he first came on and sang Touch My Hand was from ear to ear.  I did not know anyone could sing this way.  It was obvious he was glad to be home.  Numerous times he said how happy (sorry I can’t remember the exact word he used) he was to be home.
–    The connection he feels to the songs he had a part in is palpable.  His introduction to SOT was a heartfelt reminder to the audience that there IS someone out there for each of us, even if we don’t realize it.  WFM is one of my favorites, just because it seems to have so much meaning for David himself.  Of all his penned songs it is this one that seems to be directly related to himself.  Fun to see him perform it.  Don’t Let Go – not one that particularly stood out to me on the album – but AMAZING live. The final “don’t let goooooo” was spine chilling.
–    Zero Gravity deserves a point all by itself.  Nearly the entire audience was jumping up and down during the choruses, I did glance around during this one.  This song goes by sooo fast.  The energy he has while singing it is amazing.  This is the song that may make a breakthrough for David overseas, imo.
–    My Hands.  Loved, loved, loved the ending.
–    TBWY – tears.
–   You Can – my VBH (very brave hubby, who came with me) whispered in my ear that THIS was the song that he could not get out of his head one night and woke up to.
–    Como la Flor was sung with a different kind of passionate tone to my ears. To hear him sing in Spanish you would think it was his native tongue.  I would love it if David included a song/portion of a song a capella in every concert he does.
–    Don’t laugh now, I cried while he sang Crush.  He dedicated this song to the audience with such emotion in his voice that my emotions took over.
–    ANGELS.   I can’t express to you all how grateful I am that I got to hear David perform this live.  TEARS.  He told the crowd “I love you guys” at the end, then got up and bowed, waved and left…

So overwhelmingly amazingly cool to finally meet some of my online friends, I truly consider you that – you know who you all are, I don’t want to leave anyone out if I list names.  Curious how once I started writing this down it all seemed to come pouring out.  Sorry it’s so long.  I want to thank VBH for being there for me and with me.


A Growing Force

Composition in Black and White

Composition in Black and White

For the true artist, the journey is never easy. It is as complicated as the one who travels it. He must labor for years perfecting his craft, which to his own impossible standards, is never fully realized. The execution of his art is always outdistanced by his vision. This paradox causes any artist worthy of the name to be plagued at times with self-doubt and angst. He must, moreover, engage in constant battle with forces that would diminish his art, and so diminish him. He must find the courage to be supremely indifferent to the opinions of others. If the existing state of affairs in his chosen field is anathema to who he is as a person, he must reject it and risk being considered uncool. Rather than conform to the status quo, he must, like David Archuleta, be a renegade.

Those of us who have followed his career for the past year, have been astounded by the exponential growth we have witnessed. Gone is the shy, awkward immobile singer of mostly ballads. He now takes the stage with a cat-like graceful stride and can bust a move and plug his megawatt energy into a crowd till the whole house is bouncing and rocking. He can still belt out a ballad, but is now moving with rapid precision to master pop, soul, funk, alternative rock, and blues. He has recently drawn on his Honduran roots to sing in his first language, caressing those soft consonants with a perfect accent and plaintive delivery that will lay you to waste. He moans, he growls, he falsettos, he acappellas, he riffs in exultant abandon. Midway through his set he is drenched in sweat and the crowd is hoarse from screaming.

He leaves us breathless and we do not know how he does what he does to us. We only know that he does it better than anyone else. Aside from his unsurpassed vocal prowess, he has the power to transmit on a cellular level by his facial expressions, indeed, with his whole body, raw, undiluted, take no prisoner emotions that are nothing short of physical in their intensity.

He is at once the laughing young boy and the man with the firmly set jaw and piercing gaze. He is the rebel with a cause, the reluctant renegade, the good man who is hard to find. He fascinates, intoxicates, bewitches, bothers and bewilders. For all his goodness, David Archuleta possesses a positively wicked charisma.

What lies beneath is a gifted, serious artist with something to say, and the ability, supplied by all of the above, to make himself completely understood.

– Angelica

beebee created a lovely downloadble PDF ready for framing of this post.
Just right click on the link and it will open as a PDF, then you can save it to your hard drive from there. A Growing Force

Sunday, I went to the symphony


Sunday, I went to the symphony — the New Jersey Symphony Orchestra, to be precise. The program included works by Smetana, Beethoven, and Dvorak.

The symphony soothes my soul. The perfection of the music gets into my mind and rattles around, pushing out all thoughts but the thoughts of the music. It offers 80 minutes of priceless, uninterrupted, tranquilizing therapy. Well, that’s the way it used to be, before I knew David.

Now I live knowing David, and I am amused to report that as I sat there and allowed the music to enter my mind and start the therapeutic rattling and pushing, one thought did interrupt: “Boy, would I love to hear David Archuleta sing with them.”

Not the whole time, mind you. I still got my mind-calming money’s worth, but I did have the thought more than once. I even pondered it briefly during the intermission. I asked myself: “Is this really where I would like to see him end up? Those dumpy bar concerts sure were energizing and he has a lot to offer in that venue.”

But the fantasy remains. I would love to hear David Archuleta sing with a symphony. It wouldn’t really matter to me what he sang. We all know he can sing anything.

I read that, next Saturday, the program is “Swingin’ with Sinatra and Dorsey.” Hey, those songs have lyrics, someone could sing along. Not David I know, but it gives food for thought.

Maybe, someday in the future, David can accompany the NJSO in a program entitled, “The Essential Archuleta.” A girl can dream can’t she?

Now that we have gotten a glimpse of the potential of David Archuleta the performer, I thought it would be fun to share where each of us would like to see him in say 5, 10, or 20 years…. Be good.


P.S. On my way out, I made eye contact with a woman who had to be 90. OK maybe 79, but not a day younger. She was with three friends. She said to me, “Did you know he is only 29 years old?”

“Who?” I asked.

“But he is married,” she added, “he had a ring on, honey.”


“The conductor.”

“Really, only 29?” I said. “He was amazing.”

“He was more than amazing honey, and he was so cute!” she said to me with a bright smile.

“He was so little,” her friend added, “and so young … but he was powerful.”

“You know girls,” the third friend chimed in, “good things come in small packages.”

The four friends giggled and smiled and continued to swoon as I walked away.

Women of all ages, we love our musicians. Some things never change.

The Musical Brain

Have you ever wondered, as I have, what goes on in the mind of this musical artist we have all come to respect for his talent as well as his very nature?

In a recent radio interview, the deejays invited David to play a word association game. I found it amazing how his answers were so off-the-cuff that David had the deejays baffled. One of them commented on how interesting it was to see how David’s mind works. It seems that his thought process is a little different from most of ours.

As one of David‘s friends said in an interview during AI7, “Music is David’s life.” Music is part of every fiber of his being. It is in his thoughts so much he often sings bits of songs in his conversations. The video clip above (credit to bop2datop11) shows David in everyday conversation, singing whatever song comes into his mind as he is speaking. He is immersed in the music in his mind and it just flows out of him.

I stumbled upon an episode of W5, a Canadian news-magazine program that caught my eye because of its title, “The Musical Brain.” I naturally thought of David.

Interestingly, the program reveals how the brain of a musician is wired differently from that of a non-musician. The artist studied was none other than Sting, who volunteered to be the guinea pig in neuroscientist Daniel Levitan’s study. The scientists discovered that musicians respond poorly to predictability.

Amateur and non-musicians use the right brain for pitch and melody and the left for language. In a master musician, like Sting, the info is shuttled back and forth between the two hemispheres simultaneously.

The scan of Sting’s brain revealed never-before-seen images of the massive fibrous tissue that connects the left and right brain and its ability to shuttle info back and forth. We cannot know how David’s brain works, of course, but I speculate that he is a musician of the most masterful kind.

Music is a universal language, one that we understand before birth — and one that has been used in every culture to express deep emotion, things that cannot be expressed with words.

Whenever David sings, no matter what he sings, I feel it, with everything I have. David has a true musical brain as well as a musical soul, as Sir Andrew Lloyd Weber has pointed out. A combination that is a blessing to us all. — refnaf

P.S. If you’d like to check out the rest of the program, click here.
Not sure if it will work outside of Canada! eh!

Reno: A Reflection from Silverfox

In my own words..Reno, etc. I often wonder what I’m doing & why. Then I realize I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else at this time in my life. Besides bringing me joy, excitement and wondrous music with his exquisite voice, I have formed many friendships, some of which will be lifelong friendships. It’s the bond we share, the love for David. This special human being, the enigma that is David James Archuleta. I can’t imagine my life without him in it.

Reno.. where shall I start? The Grand Sierra Resort Hotel is a beautiful, huge, sprawling place. Walking into the hotel, I was thinking of David’s future, when he could, if he so chooses, perform in any of the grand hotel showrooms in Vegas, or anywhere in the world someday soon. After checking in, my sis & I walked around the casino and David’s photo was everywhere you looked. Many of the people who worked there did not know who David Archuleta was. I thought..You will after tomorrow night!

The next day, I went down at around 9 AM, figuring a line would already be forming..and of course there were about 20 people already there, not in front of the Theater though. Because of the minors, they had roped off an area close to the corner entrance of the building. By mid afternoon, the lined extended outside and around the building. I met & talked with many fans from all over the U.S. and the world. The love for David in that huge casino was overwhelming. The anticipation and excitement of seeing our Idol perform was palpable. Fans of all ages talking about our favorite subject, David and his music, yet not being able to explain our complete devotion to this 18 year old, but knowing we were compelled to follow him wherever he appeared. I had a great time meeting so many people, putting the faces to the blog names. No one seemed to have trouble guessing who I was…and I just can’t understand why? I did a lot of PR for justDavid. I think we will have a lot of new lurkers and maybe even new posters!

Finally, the time came…the security guards ushered us to the doors of the theater and like a stampede of cattle, the fans rushed into the theater, running every which way, some to the seats, but most to the “pit”. I foolishly went to the pit with my lovely new friend, Lily. My sis, the “smart one” in my family, went to a table with a great view of the stage. Actually there were no bad seats in the 2000 seat theater. The The Grand Theater is a beautiful venue fit for a Star. Lily & I are both shortys, but we had a pretty good view. I just knew we would get moshed & squished when David came out. We would just have to hold our ground, and we did, right in front of David’s keyboard. The huge stage which would have engulfed a lesser artist, had David shining with a backdrop of twinkling starlights. When the lights dimmed and the intro started, you could feel the electricity in the room. The screams were deafening. David made his entrance like the star he is fast becoming. David, the brightest Star in front of a wonderwall of twinkling stars, was center stage, bigger than life.

I noticed David looked a little tired. But even so, David’s performance was electric. The energy in the showroom, could have supplied all the energy needed to light up all of Reno! I can’t quite believe I’m here witnessing this once in a lifetime experience.. I can’t quite believe I’m in the mosh pit! What was I thinking? David is wearing dark fitted jeans, black or grey sneakers, a grey hoodie over a Tee that at first glance looked like a sweater vest & tie, but was a graphic tee. Hair perfect, face perfect, smile perfect. The Voice is perfect. My eyes are fixated on David. I am directly in front of David’s keyboard, two young girls in front of me. I am incognito….I’m wearing a baseball cap, black with itty bitty sequins which I bought in one of the shops in the casino. Incognito? Again, what was I thinking?

David goes through each song with the ease of a seasoned performer. His ballads SOT, YC, are sublime and he has the audience in the palms of his hands. The up tempo songs are energetic, but less so than at some of the previous venues.. Still, he is having a good time. (I noticed he looks up in the audience a lot during the concert. I found out later Lupe was in the audience so obviously, David was singing to his mom). He is leading his audience and we follow wherever he wants to take us. The medley of the cover songs was superb, better than the originals as only David can do. We’re enraptured. By the time he gets to ZG, we are putty. After ZG, we are his slaves. I am his slave! I can’t take my eyes off him, even while I’m holding ground as those behind me are pushing & shoving, trying to get closer to the master, the Magic Man. Then the end came too soon, and we were “Crushed”. David came out for his encore, and he’s right in front of Lily & I! The light emanating from his beautiful face is indescribable. ATM, unbelievable! Then he sings to the Angels. At least that’s what it looked like to me. He goes somewhere else, he’s no longer here with us, his face is serene, like he can see the angels he’s singing to. His face looks pure, clean, though he’s glistening with sweat, he has a glow, an aura around him. Watching him sing Angels I know we really are in the presence of future greatness.

And I feel a profound sadness. Have you ever felt extreme joy and sadness at the same time? It hurts. The pain I was feeling was real. I knew as I watched David that we, his fans who love him, who want only the best for him, are slowly “losing” him. I don’t think it’s something David wants, but it’s beyond his control. He wants so much to share himself and his music with the world, but the irony is in sharing his gift, he will become inaccessible to the very people he wants to share his gift with. It’s already begun, the inaccessibility. I understand he must be protected, but it pains me that he’s being protected from us. That there are only a select few fans who will be able to even speak with him. I know he doesn’t want this. Otherwise he would not have come out after some of his concerts, when he saw his fans waiting for him and would not leave. In Reno, he didn’t have to come out. He could have let Ray and the venue security handle the fans but he didn’t. He came out and made his fans so happy! I could see as he came quickly down the line, he was loving the closeness with his fans, even though it was a few seconds with each one, with no touching allowed. How difficult it is to be so close you can almost smell him, but can’t touch him? With me, it was maybe 60 seconds, and he did hold my hand. Does he know what those few seconds mean to us? How we constantly think about what he said to us, how he looked when he said it? Those few seconds seared in our memories? Now it’s a few seconds. Soon, as his star rises, he will be more & more isolated. We will have no personal contact at all. But I understand..I do. And it makes me very sad and why I am so grateful for his band members. They take the place of David after the concert meet & greets. Mike, Alex, Eli and Kendra are doing a super job, not only on stage, but off as well. They love the fans and the fans love them. I hope they will have a lifetime professional relationship with David. It’s obvious they love being on the stage with David and it’s obvious the feeling by David is mutual. We were able to spend several minutes with all four after the concert. They are all very talented in their own right. I have to make an additional comment about Mike Krompass. He is very aware of everything around him. I once said that David sees lyrics all around him and I believe Mike has that same quality. I’m looking forward to more & more song collaborations by David & Mike.

My trip home was long and I had a long time to think about this particular time in our journey with David. I was thinking how quickly the last year went by, and I was wishing it was possible to turn back time. Back to when we first saw David on AI. It was the start of a magical time, the start of a wondrous journey. The journey goes on. The culmination of this chapter of our journey with David will be the Finale of his solo tour in SLC. A new chapter begins with the UK tour. I believe when David comes home from the UK, David will no longer be “ours”. He will belong to the world. His destiny is being fulfilled. silverfox

It’s an Inside Job


It’s a marvel the world keeps spinning
Sometimes I wonder how
The angels must be winning
In spite of what we humans still allow.

What passes for a good idea
Just amazes me
And how it’s wrapped and sold to us
Is simply trickery.

And along comes David,
So beautiful to see
Captivating audiences
from sea to shining sea!

But look into those eyes, my friend
And look into them deep
You’ll see that it’s an inside job
And he intends to keep….

Our souls together, whole
Wrapped up in a fleecy
All snuggly in his heart
Wherein we share his peace.

Yup, it’s an inside job
Within that outer beauty
Laughing ‘cross the stage he goes
Shaking his little booty!

And you can laugh at me, you see
It really doesn’t matter
If I’m the Fool on the Hill
Or maybe the Mad Hatter.

‘Cus David’s gonna get you
Exactly where you live,
Wherever you’ve been hiding–
It’s what he’s come to give.

Yup, it’s an inside job
and David’s doing the hiring!
So open up your heart
And let him do the rewiring.

– highervibe, 3/17/09

Feeling The Power

chicagopointingmoreredpChicago, House of Blues, March 8, 2009 (photo credit: Tom Cruze/Sun-Times)


(thanks to LettuceBoy924)

Zero Gravity, The Moshpit Experience!

To mosh or not to mosh, that is the question! Yes, you’re up close, but oh! the elbows and the shoulders and the other body parts you don’t want to think about, that are pressed up close to you! And the endless sea of video cameras thrust in your face and brushing up against your hair. Sigh….

For those of us who haven’t had the pleasure yet, here is the moshpit experience, up close and personal.


Quotable ArchuQuote

"I'm just David and a lot more people know who I am now than before, but it's not like I'm a different person because of that." — Square Magazine, Jan./Feb. 2009

From the notingDavid Archives

"One of the reasons I know that David Archuleta is truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience is because there is an entire category of people who find themselves inexplicably drawn to this remarkable young man who are not the kinds of people commonly–if ever–given to fanaticism of any kind.” - Rascal
notingDavid, June 1 Trust the Archulator

From the Comments

"I just listened to How Great Thou Art. NEVER have I heard anything so moving and beautiful. Just when I think I’ve heard the most beautiful sound in the world, he goes and does something like this. He keeps outdoing himself. I swear his voice could stop wars.."
— betsy


"He pulls us up on stage with him,” all right! Then he shakes the dickens out of us ’til all the stuffing comes out our heads!! GAH.
- — highervibe

Random ArchuPoetry

Wishing for wings, I've waited
but none were sprouting
then you came to take me up.

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