So I am walking the path in Les Sept-Chutes park, in Quebec Province, http://www.septchutes.com, earlier this month along the magnificent Sainte-Anne-du-Nord River with its seven waterfalls, totally immersed in the beauty of the Canadian mountains and rivers, and,
WHAM, I begin reminescing about the VIP I took my four granddaughters to in Tampa on July 31st—Remi, Reece, Julianne (separate picture) and Allie, ages 4, 6, 11 & 13. Fabulous concert companions–experiencing a David concert through their pure eyes is simply scrumptious–and they are rentable for anyone interested—haha.
I had my perceptions about what the VIP would be like, and, Oh Boy, was I ever WRRRROOOONG!
Perception #1 – There would be a lot of older ladies.
Nope, completely off base on that expectation. Mean age was about 25. Range from 2 – 60. And, there was a 1 in 6 male to female ratio. Yep, I was pretty SuRpRiSeD.
Perception #2 – David would have some introductory remarks.
None, nada, zero. Walks in, sits at his keyboard and begins to tell us he ate too much and probably can’t hit his high notes and worried out loud about that for the first 3 minutes. Classic David!
Perception #3 – I would “enjoy” his acoustic songs.
Nix on enjoyment.
I think in the continuum of human experience when one describes a voice that can give one instant access to that place in one’s brain that is connected to the universe, to the infinite, that the word enjoy just doesn’t cut it.
You know that place I am talking about where you are in the zone, super aware, all senses are functioning at maximum power…and… everything is crystal clear, sharply defined, colors are vivid and crisp…and….time seems to stand still and at the same time seems endless…..and…..you know that you are experiencing something extraordinary?
Yeah, and that place is so dadgum hard to get to on one’s own without massive meditation, prayer and perfect alignment of the sun, moon and stars and even then its chancy…and, so then, WHAM, I am sitting crossed legged on a carpet on a cement floor surrounded by the little loves of my life, 10 feet from David singing and playing his keyboard, and I am transported to that place in my brain that I only get to, and unpredictably at that, by hard work, concentration and a whole lot of serendipitous LUCK!
And, yet, for the mere price of a VIP ticket, I have what is tantamount to a rare life experience. Enjoy, nah, that weak, paltry word doesn’t even begin to describe it.
Perception #4 – I had met David before so this wouldn’t be such a BIG Deal.
I wanted the grand daughters to have front and center attention. I mean after all I have met David and shook his hand and have attended his live concerts. This was a first concert for the 2 little ones and probably a 3rd or 4th concert for the 2 older ones.
Let’s just say “Hello Susan” is permanently seared into my auditory memory. How can a name sound like a song? It did. It was perfect.
And then the concert–little Remi is uber excited about the concert, her first, and, of course, she gets to meet the star and sit in VIP seats. When opening act, Jordan Pruitt, begins to perform, at the most perfect moment when Jordan and her music had paused, Miss Remi’s sweet soprano voice arises out of the audience asking “Where is David Archuleta?” Jordan smiled.
And, my genteel Allie is on the Big Screen at 2.38 – 2.45 singing with such passion to Apologize (surrounded by GUYS standing and singing along). Soulful…you betcha!
Is there a heaven after we die?
Don’t have concrete proof, but, I do have proof positive, tangible evidence, that the Canadian countryside is pure paradise, attending concerts with granddaughters is divine, AND, there is definitely a little slice of heaven to be experienced every time David sings.