Happy Birthday, Taylor!

Sorry for the late post…I couldn’t decide what to give you. So, instead, I thought I would pick some of the favorite moments that you gave us.

1. Your live pre Idol recordings. This is the music that really made me appreciate your musical talent.

2. Tagging. I could listen to you take us on the musical journey in your head all night.

3. But these clips show us some insight into your world…love it.

Yes, Bill. You are.

Nice.

Ha.

So, Happy Birthday Taylor! Hope you’re having a great day…and here’s wishing you an even better year ahead, hopefully filled with new music and concerts!

Cheers!

Y is for Why oh Why Taylor? Why?

Dear Taylor,

How many times do I have to tell you? You can’t joke with the Soul Patrol. These people are going to be all over DWTS with a petition faster than you at an all you can eat BBQ.

Seriously.

*sigh*

X is for X-treme unreality

So, I’ve been thinking about relationships. Having been through several significant relationship changes in my personal life over the past few months got me thinking about the changes in relationships I’ve had with, oh let’s say…some musical artists that I was enamored with. Some relationships are healthier than others. Let’s compare these relationships to a marriage, or hell…just living together.

You hear a new artist and it’s love at first note. You buy their cd’s, know all their songs by heart. You see your own life reflected in the lyrics that they write. Then, you see them on tour. Maybe you get to meet them, maybe you’re cruelly taken out of the lottery for a meet and greet. Maybe you see them slurping soup in a restaurant, maybe you spill your drink all over their tour merchandise. Shit happens, people.

Anyway, you feel like you know them very well. Maybe too well. Maybe so well in fact that familiarity begins to breed contempt. Pretty soon, you find that you’ve entered the stage in the relationship where, figuratively speaking, you walk in the house..and the kids are running around in soggy diapers, he’s laying on the couch in boxers and a t shirt with his hand stuck down the front of his shorts, Cheetos and empty beer cans lying around. Instead of hearing some soul soothing melody you hear…”What’s for dinner, woman? Come give Daddy a kiss!” Ugh.

Think about another life, with a different artist. New music, new soul soothing melody. You know that he wouldn’t leave the kids with soggy diapers. Hell, he would probably make you homemade mac and cheese with a glass of red wine. The house would be clean, the kids bathed…and he would actually be dressed.

Is one relationship better than the other? Is there something to be said for blind loyalty? When does compromising stop being okay?

I guess my point is that we are all in different stages of our “relationship” with Taylor Hicks and his music. There’s nothing wrong with that. I may not be as enamored with him as I used to be, but my ears have been opened up to lots of different music thanks to the people I have met along this journey. Many of those people I still call friends. I’ve been called many things by certain factions of the Soul Patrol…and that’s okay. I can be a bad fan or I can be a bitch. I’m at a point in my life where the blips on the computer screen aren’t as important as they used to be. All this nonsense on Twitter regarding Taylor and his mama bears “protecting” him is pretty laughable. All it does is give credence to my opinions of some of the crazies out there. I try to keep this blog as sane as I can, which at times is pretty damn hard, especially when bullshit from other boards gets brought over here. I’m just going to try to keep it about the music…that’s really all Taylor has ever asked of us.

It’s right around the corner, people…

Okay. I’m putting a toe in the water to see how it feels. That’s it. Just a toe. I’m not going back there…not back to the world of the crazies, am I? That’s why I have this blog, so that I can talk about Taylor in a realistic way. We don’t talk about him in the “OMGIWANTTOHAVEHISBABIES” and “IKNOWIFHESEESMEINTHEFRONTROWHEWILLFALLINLOVEWITHME” way. We talk about Taylor in the musical sense, sometimes even the business sense. We discuss what he should do, shouldn’t do, is doing, isn’t doing, what we think he’s doing, what we think he’s not doing. Not of it really means anything…it’s just conversation.

So, that being said, on Tuesday, I’m putting my toe back in the water…with the Soul Patrol. This concert should be pretty interesting for me. I haven’t been to see him since 2007, and I think I’ll be able to see the whole picture from a clearer perspective. At least I hope so. Unless I get sucked back in…and I really don’t want to do that. Just the thought of it makes me shiver a little bit.

I’m pretty happy from my little corner of the Taylor Hicks fandom. The drama isn’t too deep, and the arguments are rare. And I like it that way.

When I recap…I’m going to do it honestly. No bullshit, no lies.

I don’t pretend that Taylor reads here. I would assume he would have more pressing matters than reading a blog about himself, but I’m gonna say this just in case:

Dear Taylor,

On Tuesday, I’m going to be in the front row. I’ll be the sort of excited one sitting next to my friend that I drug there, who is secretly hoping that she doesn’t see anybody she knows there. And, just in case you want to make a long time fan’s night…just in case you’re feeling generous, please play Bulletproof.

Or I could go with:

Dear Taylor,

Don’t play Bulletproof. Your guitar playing sucks and you sound bad when you sing it. (Reverse psychology…get it?) Well, except for the guitar playing part…you are getting better at that.

****

And because enough people haven’t asked me if I’m going to this concert, the newspaper had to put an article in. Ugh. I know alot of you have seen it, because it’s already been discussed in the last post. I thought it was a pretty fair article, although I did get drunk when I read it. I’m telling you, we definitely need to market the Soul Patrol drinking game.

“But it fits the bill for me, because I’m such a visual and a musical performer.”

SHOT!!

“I never take it for granted, because I know what it’s like to struggle,” Hicks said. “You have to stay out there and work it.”

DRINK!!

Here’s another article for good measure. We’ll see how it goes.

Whoa, Taylor…slow down!!

Your Twitter pace is dizzying these past couple days. Mind you, I’m not complaining…it’s all we ever dreamed of. I mean, the day to day life of a working musician is not for the faint of heart. Let’s take a look at what’s going on in your life, Taylor. Fasten your seat belts, Soul Patrol!! You’re in for a wild ride!!

Really, Taylor, really? What would you do with a girl that dirty exactly? Soap her up and hose her down? Surely, you know where to find a girl that dirty if you really want one. But be careful that your fans don’t get ahold of her. They will make her life not worth living.

Two shows today. 12 to go!!

I’m so glad Taylor is happy to be doing Grease. He’s fucking counting down. It’s the Ice Cream Cone Death March. It’s the anticipation as the cone slowly melts into a big sticky puddle. There’s something else for you to clean up, Taylor. Or maybe you could have your dirty girl do it!

What’s wrong Taylor, no pay per view in your room? Is the nudie suit getting too tight, no more room service? Don’t want to pop any more sequins before the final curtain?

Robert Plant lyrics:

“My Love is in league with the freeway-Its passion will ride as the cities fly by”

Sunday.. Tomorrow off day!

Yay!!

Backstage is so beautiful. Ha. Not.

Hope that was a great time!! Did you pass out any party favors? Play Pin the Tail on the Dirty Girl?

Good Night and Good Luck.

Oh Taylor….

Taylor on Fox & Friends this morning….

*He likes Andrew Garcia…
*He never thought he would be a star on Broadway…
*People yell Soul Patrol during his performance…

And yes, it’s deja vu…the backspin returns.

Taking a look back…

Looking back is good..right? It gives you a chance to reflect on the sum total of your life. It makes you realize what your life is really worth.

While browsing through some statistics, I realized that yesterday was a significant day in the life of my bouncing baby blog.  One year ago, this site registered the most hits it has ever received.  I’m sure you’re asking yourself, “My God, what was the headline on that fateful day??!?”  Well, peeps… my life apparently is worth nine minutes of illegally shot Taylor Hicks video…all in all, not much.

The Soul Patrol wanted to disembowel me in the square in front of the governor’s mansion in Birmingham. They wanted to parade my head on a stick through the streets and set it up on a post in front of Ona’s. Why? Because I dared to post video of Taylor singing.

If you’ve been around this blog at all…you just might remember it…

Because of this injustice to Taylor Hicks, somebody turned my Vimeo account into the authorities for having “illegal images.” Yep, Vimeo deleted all the videos, so I’m unable to, once more, share the immorality of stolen moments with you.  The Bastards.

And this video, this is for Taylor. Maybe this could be his next career move, since Grease served him so well:

S is for sandbox…mine.

I have mulled and mulled over what to say after the latest Soul Patrol blowup. There are so many things that I can say…but instead, I’ve just decided to say this:

This is my sandbox and if you don’t like it, go play somewhere else.

I have built this blog in order to have a place to “talk Taylor” or talk about anything that I want. I have tried to be fair and kind regarding all the posters. I have respected the opinions of others. However, just because I respect your opinion does not mean that I agree with it. Just as some of you don’t agree with mine, I don’t agree with yours, and no amount of cajoling, arguing or intimidating will change that. There are other blogs, there are other boards. If you want to be overly enthusiastic, go to those. Nobody is forcing anybody else to read or comment on this blog. If you don’t like the style of the posts or the content, don’t come here. If you want to continue to come here, that’s fine, too. But be prepared. Apparently I am going to have to moderate a little bit more. Obviously, an open board where all opinions are given cannot be tolerated by certain factions of the Soul Patrol.

There is a reason why this is the only blog in the Taylor Hicks fandom where good and bad things can be said about Taylor Hicks.

So, you can stay or you can go. I don’t need paragraphs about why you’re not going to post anymore. Honestly, I don’t care. I am not here to serve your Taylor Hicks needs. I am here to write the blog that I want to write. That’s really the bottom line.

R is for…

…Ray Charles

…Rockin’ Pneumonia

…random interview

Yep. I’ve got nothing after that.

I like gray hair and one night stands…yeah.

As I listen to this new interview(Wednesday, Segment 11-13), I just wanted to throw some random thoughts out there. So, here goes nothing…

*This DJ dude loves Taylor. That’s cool, he needs more of that. First off, the obligatory questions about the “girlfriend”. Taylor doesn’t have time…and “I tried the relationship thing on the road.”

*When the DJ basically asked him why AI hated him, Taylor responded with “The songs that you record you have to live with the rest of your life. I started blazing that path of having my own creative control.” In other words: I was basically an ass and did what I wanted. That pissed them off, and they blackballed me. Ok, maybe not exactly, but that’s my interpretation. Isn’t that what you’re reading for?

*”I don’t have to work at a bank to get in my underwear, drink beer, watch television, watch football.” hahahahahah

*”I was in Italy…not thinking that I would get Soul Patrolled.” Once again, Taylor is breaking through, inventing new phrases. Gotta love it.

*DJ: When you’re a single guy traveling the country, women must be jumping all over you.
Taylor: *grunts*
DJ: Do you like fat chicks?
Taylor: Maybe…maybe I do.

*That little exchange cracked me up. But then it gets better. We get tips from Taylor on how to pick him up.
“I like grey hair and I like one night stands.” ahahhahaha…I love this side of Taylor. “Be real.”

*”You guys got me a cake??!! Oh crap!!”

*”I have a Coldstone cake. It’s a very hard ice cream cake.”

I love this interview. I love that Taylor showed a side of himself that perhaps only his inner circle sees. Also, I love how the other two DJ’s are giving the guy a hard time about having a crush on Taylor. Kudos to Taylor for showing some personality..it’s kind of like Taylor gave me a gift for his birthday. Ha.