Darn that David Archuleta. My world used to be so sensible before he came along. I went to bed at the same time every night. Spring followed winter and summer followed spring. Christmas came after Thanksgiving, which came after Halloween.
I was disgusted with those stores that rushed things, putting their Christmas decorations out while the Halloween candy was still on the shelves. Then he came along and the seasons got ridiculously out of whack. Christmas in October? Please. “Christmas From the Heart” was already available in September.
The MoTabs were relatively late, waiting clear till October to make their guest artist announcement that set off a frenzy as desperate fans registered every friend and family member alive and dead in hopes of getting tickets to the Christmas concert. And now this year it’s August. Like most normal people, I’m staying indoors because of the heat and he’s got me wanting to light a fire in the fireplace and drink hot chocolate as I listen to “Glad Christmas Tidings”. It’s like having a new baby or puppy– he completely messes up my life and I love him for it. It’s sickening.
I went to the concert. We all gushed on various fan sites, blogs, and twitter at the time. I won’t go into it again. I’ll just summarize by saying it was THE best David thing I’ve been to, hands down. Classy, professional, spiritual, and there was a tuxedo. What could be better? Nothing.
A kind friend made me a secret hush-hush recording of the concert that I’ve listened to almost daily on my iPod. I will be forever grateful. But after awhile, you want a visual to go with the audio. You want proof that it was as wonderful as you remember. You want to be able to capture those moments you may have missed when you had to blink occasionally.
I knew they’d have to edit out a great deal of the rambling “I-see-that-teleprompter-back-there-with-the-scripted-comments-I’m-supposed-to-say-but-I’m-going-to-mostly-ignore-it” comments he made between songs. It was inevitable. As absolutely adorable as we fans find every word that tumbles out of his mouth, the Tabernacle Choir has a dignified reputation to uphold and a time constraint imposed by PBS for the broadcast. I’m okay with it–mostly.
(I would’ve paid extra for them to slip in the off-the-cuff “that was for all the Latinos…and for …anyone else who enjoys Spanish songs” he said Saturday night after “Los Pastores a Belen”. It was classic David. Heaven forbid he give a shout-out just to the Latinos. Ever inclusive.)
In my stupidity, I didn’t pre-order the DVD or CD. Heavens, why should I? I’m in UT where it’ll be on the shelves at the local Deseret Book and other stores. Then people started getting their copies WEEKS early. Will I ever learn? Well, I pre-ordered and when I saw it in my mailbox a few days later I let out a squeal of delight then rushed inside to watch. In August. While sweating. Again, darn you, Archuleta!!!
And yes, it was as I remembered. The tuxedo — still there. The hair, which has been a bit flat of late? Shiny, spiky, and full of volume. It added at least 2 inches to his height with all its gloriousness. The smile? Dazzling, bright, genuine. The eyes? Twinkling and sparkling to put Christmas lights to shame. The backstage interview? Much too short, but he’s articulate, calm, winning. No flailing hands. How could anyone not be charmed into fandom by him? How is someone in showbiz so centered on what’s really important in life? I know the answer, but that’s a whole different post. It’s clear though, that he knows who he is.
And the music. Yes, there was music–and it was beautiful too. But something seemed slightly muffled. Maybe my sound system isn’t the best? I don’t know, but I felt I was missing out on the crystal clear tone I remembered from the concert. So I downloaded the songs from iTunes and BINGO! There it was! Ahhhhh.
As I said on twitter, it was like a heavenly partnership. I’m no Master Class Lady. I have no idea what you call the various vocal techniques, how you define all those terms, head voice, chest voice… All I know is heart voice. Heart voice was definitely there. I don’t know how to describe what I feel or picture when David sings spiritual songs. Maybe it’s that I see a feeling, if that’s possible. I see peace– can I say that? It sounds stupid and New-Agey, but there it is. I see peace.
My recommendation: buy it all. Buy the DVD. Buy the CD. Buy the iTunes downloads. If they come out with a full-color coffee table book, buy that. Soak it all in in whatever format you can. Start your Christmas shopping. It is August, after all.