Went to my very first Sara[space]Bareilles concert last night and was blown away. Even though I’ve always appreciated her talent, and why David’s such a big fan of hers, I never REALLY listened to her music until my David-less Lent this year. Newsflash: Her songs are amazing 🙂 … full of soulful, poetic goodness. And her voice, wow.
Unlike David tours, though, I had no idea what songs she’d sing or what kind of show she’d put on. So what an incredibly lovely surprise it was to get to the venue (which I’ve been to before and it’s always a general-admission, stand-all-night kind of place) and (a) Sara had arranged for rows of folding chairs for everyone; (b) there was NO opening act! So Sara popped out from behind the curtain promptly at 8 to huge cheers; and (c) there was NO band. Just Sara. WOW.
She played piano and sang, played guitar and sang, played an odd sort of harmonium box and sang. Invited a stranger up from the audience (a lovely girl from Montreal) to sing a song with her, and because the girl was so incredibly good, Sara basically just played piano and let the girl belt out the whole song on her own.
As much as I loved the show, I couldn’t help picturing David doing the same thing someday and how PERFECT that would be. *sigh*
Also, saw this link on Twitter (thx. @juleebeeans) and had to share:
Jul 13, 2009 by Jared SmithI flew into Los Angeles today and accidentally assaulted David Archuleta in the process.
I was seated in the front, bulkhead row of cabin class and when the plane stopped at LAX, I stood up, squeezed through traffic, pulled down my bag from the overhead compartment, and then tried to back into the galley area right by the exit door. I didn’t realize that while I was getting my bag, David had come from First Class and had occupied the area immediately where I was backing. I smacked him pretty hard with my backpack. Of course this is perfectly understandable because in real life David is roughly the height and build of Frodo Baggins.
I immediately apologized and he said it was OK. It took me a few moments to realize who it was. I knew it was someone famous, but it took a second for my mind to process…
Famous person? Yes.
On TV? Yes.
A Jonas Brother? No.
David… whatchamasomething……….? Yes!
I now realize that if I’d have been paying attention, I would have realized something was up before we landed. Apparently everyone on the plane but me knew he was in first class. I suddenly realized that the stench of estrogen was strong in the air and that every female was now mobbing to get a glimpse of him. I was literally being pushed toward him and he was being pushed, by me, into a corner. I’d like to say that I was filling the role of his bodyguard by shielding him from the onslaught with my body, but I really didn’t have control over the situation. (He was, by the way, totally alone.) We were inches apart and face to face… well, face to neck/chest/breast area maybe.
I COULD SMELL THE AIRLINE PEANUTS ON DAVID ARCHULETA’S BREATH!
Here’s how our conversation went from there…
Me: “Oh… Hey… How ya doin’?”
David (smiling): “Great!”
Me (shouting): “GET BACK YOU DEVIL WOMEN!!!” Ok, I didn’t yell this, but wanted to. Instead I stupidly asked, “You here for work?”
David (probably thinking I’m a git for asking that question in L.A.): “Yeah.”
Me: “Cool. Ummm… have fun!”
David: “I will.”
The flight attendant then opened the plane door.
Me and David at the same time: “Go ahead.”
Me: “No, go ahead.”
David: “Go ahead!”
Me: (Stared at him knowing there’s no way I can go before HIM!)
David: “Sorry. OK. Thanks.”
We then exited the plane where we were both mobbed by teenage girls who kept asking us for pictures… or more specifically, asking me to take a picture of them with David. I think they thought we were together – probably brothers… or something like that.
He was very gracious and even thanked me a couple times for taking pictures of other people with him. I did sneak one quick picture in before he literally RAN through the terminal to get away from the growing mob of giddy teenage girls and middle aged mothers.