Have you ever thought you were losing your mind? Is it a bad sign that I’m even asking that question? I’ll tell you why I ask.
I’ve come to realize that as wonderful as David Archuleta concerts are, they always require a certain recovery period to regain your equilibrium — the way scuba divers need to hang out in the decompression chamber before they come up for air.
For other concerts, you can sit back, enjoy the music, then go home and move on to other things. But David’s shows? No way. They are thrilling but exhausting. Like riding a roller coaster standing up. After each one, I feel as though I’ve scaled Everest, run a triathalon, landed on the moon and given birth … all within two hours.
And this can last for days, making it hard to readjust to “normal” life again. Work, home, the grocery store – all seem out of sync for a while, as if my ArchuLife is what’s real and the rest is surreal … like Alice stepping the wrong way through the looking glass.
I do eventually snap out of it and reacquaint myself with old routines, loved ones, local customs.
But this time it’s different. This tour is different. I don’t know if it’s the heightened level of David’s performance skills, the soaring excellence of his vocals or the profound spiritual connection I feel with these Christmas songs, but I can’t seem to snap out of it. I am still processing the shows themselves and the ripple effects of David World.
● Reading the stories and recaps from SLC and wishing I was there.
● Sitting in Ann Arbor’s Hill Auditorium and pinching myself that I was there.
● In Cleveland, clutching my husband’s hand during The Riddle to keep from falling off the edge of the earth. And I love you free … I love you freely….
● Reading the stories and recaps from Kansas City and Baltimore and Montclair and wishing I was there … and there … and there.
● Walking through the immense Foxwoods complex and hearing River call my name and running into Ninaf & Mr. Ninaf coming out of the elevator as if it was just a small town of David fans… David friends … Refnaf, SF, knotliser, Dawn65, Abrra, chickee, rocketdog, bubbly … so very cool.
● Feeling like I could spontaneously combust from the fierce power and electricity of David’s Foxwoods set, which could’ve lit up the Eastern Seaboard. I not only wept during FOG, Ave Maria and OHN, but The Riddle. The Riddle??? From the first note he plunked on the piano. … And I noticed a burly guy sitting in front of me with his tattooed arm around his wife, the other wiping tears away during Ave Maria. They weren’t even fans when they came in. It was that good.
● Snapping to attention in the Stroudsburg VIP when a hearing-impaired girl asked David if he had ever considered having someone “sign” his concerts. I’ll never forget the gentle way David crouched down closer to her so she could hear him. He told her that others had offered to sign for him and that he used to wonder why it would be necessary since he figured a person couldn’t enjoy his music if they couldn’t hear it. But then he learned more about how you can experience music through your whole body, through the vibrations and beat, and how the monks used certain tones of sound for healing. So yes, he had considered it.
● Also at Stroudsburg, watching David try to engage a little girl of about four sitting in the front row, on the left side. As he sang to her, she huddled against her dad away from the noise of the speaker. At the end of the song, David quickly ran off to talk to someone off-stage and I assumed there was some technical problem. Turns out, he’d asked for someone to bring earplugs to both the girl and her father, which one of the crew members did quietly via the side door. The kind and generous Trish ended up switching seats with the dad, who held his daughter on his lap as he kept shaking his head in disbelief throughout the show. He explained that he was a local singer himself and was blown away by David’s immense talent.
● Locking eyes with David at the beginning of HYAMLC in Stroudsburg. His gaze so searing I’m amazed I didn’t turn to dust. His focus and improvisational mastery on that song was something to behold. I felt like I’d been transported in a time machine to watch a Future David fulfilling his destiny. Maybe I was.
● Reading the tweets and watching the vids from Boston and Westbury and wishing I was there.
When the first solo tour ended, I remember how sad I felt that it was over. But this time it’s different. This tour was different. There were so many precious gifts that came to us along the way, I feel truly blessed. From the CD release onwards, every day’s felt a little like Christmas.
A music historian on CBC radio this morning explained that, in Medieval times, the first Christmas carols were written and sung by people outside the church. He described the early carols as “proletariat-inspired outbursts of joy.”
So maybe I’m not losing my mind after all … just feeling the after-effects of what this tour’s been for me — one big David-inspired outburst of joy.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!
Peace and love to you and your families.
P.S. Message from Rising Star Outreach