Taylor Hicks lands in the news outside of the entertainment and tabloid fronts and instead manages to score big coverage on the political front – in Canada.
Taylor Hicks is not exactly running for office, nor could he in Canada, obviously, but he is featured in The Globe and Mail political section in a feature by Jane Taber. The Canadian news source cites Mr. Hick giving the Prime Minister of Canada, Stephen Harper and his young daughter and a pal face time in a special photo op after the show. Broadway World.com has the full set of pics snapped on this honorary type of occasion.
I must say I really love the vest ensemble, that Taylor Hicks is wearing, the shades of gray work very well on him. He’s looking quite tan and fit as well. Following the Canadian performances of the National touring show of “Grease” he’s heading South, far South actually to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida from what I understand.
Currently Mr. Hicks is advertising his August performance set for the 16th at one of his old stomping (whomping?) grounds, Smith’s Olde Bar.
Taylor Hicks, through his official site and Twitter is offering a special ticket giveaway for the Smith’s Olde Bar show. Details to be found on Taylor Hicks.com for all the necessary details should you want to try and score a few freebies. Oh, seems air and hotel not an inclusive in the win, so be aware you’re on your own regarding how to actually get to Atlanta. “Grease” will also be an option for the avid fans as the show will be in Atlanta August 11-16.
For “Grease” and of course, Taylor Hicks’ full schedule “Grease” Facebook has the… word.
Yeah, You reading here from that place far away, this IS for you. Sad how we communicate anymore in riddles, rhymes, videos and song rather than face to face. Trick of the time, trick of the circumstance, trick of the distance – but one day it will change.
Twitter is one social networking site that I’ve come to actually like. Well at least compared to Facebook which I’ve hopped on and off for the last few years and still not sure about. With Facebook, the whole idea of sharing your real life with other people ON THE INTERNET is sort of unnerving. Really, there are people I’d rather not ever find me, if you know what I mean. I’ve found myself opening up much more recently on-line, and it is bothering me just a little. My latest foray into Facebook will be a compilation of my real life and my on-line life. A place to share a part of me with some of my favorite on-line people yet retain a sense of privacy. Keep myself hovering somewhat under the radar, if you will.
I joined the Twitter family with my friends on It’s All Grey to check out what Taylor Hicks might be communicating. At that time he was putting out few and far between tweets (as the 140 character posts are referred to) but he’s upped his game and is putting out the wee posts on an increasingly regular basis. After a nice festive Happy Hour he gets quite witty. I love his beverage spiked tweets the most.
Since entering the world of Twitter I’ve made many new friends and am in the process of making some new potential business contacts. Several publishing firms of various impact have Direct Messaged me and I now follow them and their words of advice. I am also talking to a few right now regarding my “project”. It certainly doesn’t hurt to find out what other alternative options are available to a free-lancer like myself. I also applied to two writing positions that I’m waiting word on; who knows what might come out of joining this little world of tweets as an experimental follow up to my curiosity about the life and times of Mr. Hicks.
There have been some unusual fringe benefits as well. I have met several people, a few locally, whom I have made actual friends with – another nice surprise. Too, there are a few guy pals whom I really enjoy including two brave and fearless naughty boys sending me photos of themselves. Not just the nice, ‘here’s what I look like’ rather,’here’s what I REALLY look like’. I’ve tagged them my Boys in the Buff.
Initially when I opened the first centerfold type photo I was shocked. I quickly shut it but then had to reopen to peek again. (Curiosity is my center of gravity.) Second photo was of the same guy providing me a nice close up and it wasn’t his face. Granted anyone shooting you photos like this might be some sort of sexual pervert, but the Libra I am, I must consider they are simply quite comfortable with themselves without clothing. I understand that considering my past and what I did to finance my education…
Before simply shutting them out from my Twitter feed I considered their tweets and Direct Messages to me. Outside of the whispered sweet nothings in my DM and e.mail boxes they both seem and sound relatively normal. One man might not be the neon bright crayon in the box of 96 but sometimes guys like that can just be easy to hang out with; you can let your self-editing side take the night off. He’s a sort of a rough around the edges blue collar type guy. The other is actually quite intelligent. He writes professionally, has a few promising projects underway and outside of the revealing pictures comes across like an interesting person. Neither one of them need be shy about strutting their stuff without clothing. Before anyone asks, no I won’t be sharing the little lovelies they send me or reveal who they are; can’t peek and tell, you know.
Another interesting facet of this twitter thing, it seems to be a marketing format that may hold some real effectiveness. Products of all types and interests are out there being tweeted from one to another. Products not exclusive of certain herbal products legal only in parts of The Netherlands. Not that I would purchase any of that from an unknown individual on Twitter, but it is available. There are Twitter sites offering a variety of products from hand-made soaps, candles, concert tickets and one of my favorites because of the pretty things they find, UK site, Domestic Sluts; I also love their name.
My advice to one guy pal lamenting the challenges of meeting interesting single women: forget e.harmony.com, forget any of the other matchmaking venues, just hit twitter. It’s free, it’s easy and only 140 characters of your time.
Just for my twitter pals and my on-line family. I can be seen (and I am looking really groovy) at Sun’s Facebook Hit me, let’s be FB friends. (As if I’ve time for more on-line shenanigans.)
This is for YKW, my Favorite Scene: “Almost Famous” Elton John “Tiny Dancer”
Taylor Hicks certainly attracts a share of female attention with a select crowd on-line. I’ve had instance to interact with most of them one way or another over the past several years, made a few friends, made a few, let’s say, “not-friends”.
Taylor Hicks’ fans have interested me over the years on several levels. Not only do so many of them retain a high level of complete adoration for him, but some seem unable to get off the topic of other Taylor Hicks’ fans. It’s really incredible (read, entertaining) the material I’ve read in the past, paragraphs written on how to be a good fan and what makes you suck as a fan. I had thought such a topic had been left dead and buried, but well, apparently it is still being flogged, I guess, just in case.
I must warn you, dear readers, this material posted in italics written by another blogger, could hold adverse effects. If you feel you can handle it, by all means read on, then we’ll have a chuckle, I have Motrin on standby.
Away we go:
How to be a good Taylor Hicks fan. Is there really a ‘how to’ on that subject? No not really. Even though we have discussed to no end what each of us feels is right or wrong in regards to being a Taylor Hicks fan. What has guided me onto this subject is my daughter. She asked me if I had read a article about what a person needed to do be a fan and if that is why I had joined fan sites and such. I asked what on earth she was talking about and she had me read a article she had found on a web page. It can be found here http://www.ehow.com/how_2161130_be-a-fan.html.
Let me help out by linking that for you, dear readers: How to be a fan. Let’s continue, it seems we have a ‘Step’ plan:
Step 1 We have that covered, we know who are idol of adulation is, it is of course Taylor Hicks.
Step 2 We all have all of Taylor’s CDS and if it isn’t on a CD we have downloaded it, Videos, live concerts, MP3s we have it all and we have made our own CDs and DVDs.
Step 3 We buy any magazines with info of Taylor Hicks
Step 4 We are members of several different fan sites, Myspace and subscribe to many different Taylor related blogs.
Step 5 Be loyal. A true fan will stick through thick and thin to its idol. No matter what the outcome.
Now this brilliant “Step” plan was not written by an eleven year old, no this comes from an adult. A person who has been an adult for a long while. At least in age related contextual perimeters.
That is one that some times some fans seem to have the most trouble with. I am a fan of Taylor Hicks because I enjoy his VOICE. I enjoy seeing him to no since lying about that.
I must stop to highlight this part “to no since lying about that” If I might edit one moment, pretend I have red pen: “too, no sense my lying about this issue”, might sound a bit better but perhaps that’s just me.
I may not like every song Taylor has sang but I love 99% of them. I did not become a fan of his because I thought oh man he will top the charts and I can be there and rub it into people.
Yes, really… whatever does that mean?
I became a fan when i heard him audition for idol. I stuck through each week and I stayed tuned in to see what else he would do and how it would touch me. I didn’t even think he would win for awhile insert (sic) because I figured the young kids would vote someone like Ace or the country fans would vote for Kellie or Bucky, to be the the winner. But I was fan of Taylor Hicks from the audition on and I did not at the time even consider if he would be the most popular person of the radio.
Can we say still living in 2006? Yes, let’s. She returns to the present year with this: I want to hear the new music, see the new videos, read about how Taylor touches people deep in their heart. Like the other day when he called a fan we all mostly know to give her some comfort the night before her surgery.
That is a true story, he did call a fan who goes by ‘SallyannLady’ as she was getting prepped for surgery. Very nice touch on his part.
I know Taylor will probably never be mainstream, I know radio seems to have something against playing Taylor’s music. But I don’t really care I am a fan for life through thick and thin. I am a fan of the man and the music not what the SO CALLED in crowd thinks.
Love the capitalization emphasis. Very dramatic. She carries on with:
One of the tips and warnings that hit home is this
Do not get into fights with opposing fans, as being a fan should be fun and not dangerous.
Yes, ‘dangerous’, whatever that might involve, I’ve no idea.
I want to have fun being a fan of Taylor Hicks. I ignore those who do not like him because their opinion means shit to me.
Inserting some passion with the word, “shit”. Nice touch.
Ignore them and they will go away. The same is true with bloggers and online freelance writers who through…
Yes, once again (sic) word should be “throw” not “through” which involves entering something.
…in snide remarks about Taylor. They know Taylor’s fan will come running to their site and defend him which in turn gets them page views and in many cases funds there income.
Red pen time; it’s actually “their income” since it is intended in a personal possessive format. “There” intends a place. Just clarifying.
They are laughing their asses off because his fans run to their site to defend them and that helps with their paycheck. they purposely so this so we will come there. They know other people will come to read our comments and then post to our comments about how they just attracted the wrath of the Soul Patrol. They love it, they get paid for trashing Taylor because we give them page views. People often talk about diet pills I think we need an invention called Chill Pills, Ignore them that is the best thing to do.
First, I think she might need some sort of ‘pill’ and secondly it takes thousands of ‘hits’ on a web page to generate any sort of income from ads – also you have to have a site loaded with ads to begin with to even consider any payment. One does not generate income by just having a web page. Who pays for that? Exactly. Third, who are all these people laughing their collective asses off anyway? Fourth, what or where is there anything to be laughing those asses off to begin with? I am missing something here, I know.
Even those who claim to be fans of Taylor’s but find any reason to find fault in what ever he does, ignore them also. Just have fun being a fan of Taylor Hicks. Enjoy the man, the music, the positive and ignore the negative.
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Yeah, hell ignore anyone but the writer of that brilliant post and stick with her or anyone she might refer you to; she’s the definitive Taylor Hicks fan guru. Now you all go out and have fun today a just being a Taylor Hicks’ fan. Toss confetti and shout “Soul Patrol” into the wind. Carry a balloon with his name on it, you know, what ever makes you feel fan-groovy.
I must add here Cindy Wright has always irritated my sensibilities. I know she means well, I know many of you readers might really like her. I imagine she is a nice person with loads of charm. She might be one of the best chocolate chip cookie bakers ever even, really, I’m not deriding her as a human being. It’s the writing part that makes me cringe. Or toss back some Motrin. Or giggle.
“Boom Boom Out Goes the Lights: Pat Travers (decent guitarist)
I’ve been lolling about (now, I’m not referring to the internet LOL acronym, rather the wallowing around definition) on the sofa today. Dreading going out into the 105 predicted full-on sun beaming down outside. Yesterday’s brief outing complete with running around taking pics of strangers and well, hot Dallas men lent me a nice rash that kept me up most the night. It was 107 yesterday in steaming Plano, Texas.
Going out in that high beamed UV ray world with my Lupus all fired up (isn’t that fitting?) has me feeling a certain affinity for the storied mythical vampires in movies and television. Seriously I sometimes feel I could just burst into flames my skin gets so hot. It’s torture and I’m working on not completely killing myself. (very dry humor inserted here) Unlike Robert Pattinson though, my skin’s not made of sparkly diamonds, rather some sort of substance that should be on an alien being from possibly Pluto where no sunlight goes.
Speaking of aliens, found this last night on Hecklerspray.com, seems there are some curious happenings in North Carolina, specifically the sewer system. Contributor, Shawn Lindseth created this entertaining bit of news complete with video: “New Life Form In North Carolina Sewer?”. I thought might be of interest to some of you readers since you live out that direction. Just think what’s writhing beneath your streets. Makes you want to move, right?
This afternoon I hit the old Hecklerspray.com again to find this fun activity; (two in a row for entertainment value) I know you will want to play with it, I certainly did. For an embarrassingly half hour. What had me entertained for those thirty minutes? It’s called the Manslator. (Click link.)
Created as a promotional tool for the upcoming movie, “The Ugly Truth”, it actually made me want to consider taking one of those sneak to the movies in the afternoon breaks to snarf popcorn and indulge my chick-flick urges. (Of course I never tell anyone I do that, ergo the sneak part, what would my friends say?) Gerard Butler looks positively intriguing.
Recent past week(s) spent trying to kick recent Lupus flare up (fucking Texas heat), editing my project and working a website for the band.
Follow Taylor Hicks on Twitter, he’s been quite the chatty one lately, up to 75 posts, and he and I were both hungover on the same day. It’s kismet I tell you!
“Now Cinderella don’t you go to sleep…Its such a bitter form of refuge…” Man, I got stuck on this tune yesterday and it’s still hanging in my head. Really liking it. Band called The Killers.
The Killers: Dustland Fairytale
Lyrics to “Dustland Fairytale”
Dustland fairytale beginin
Just another white trash
County kiss
Sixty one
Long brown hair and foolish eyes
Look just like you’d want him to
Kind of slick chrome american prince
A blue jean serenade
Moon river what’d you do to be
But i don’t believe you
Some Cinderella in a party dress but
She was looking for a night gown
I saw the devil warping up his hands
Hes getting ready for the show down
I saw the minute that i turn away
I got my money on a pond tonight
Change came in disguised of revelation
Set his soul on fire
She said she’d always knew he’d come around
And the decades disappear like sinking
Ships we persevere god gives us hope
But we still fear
We don’t know
The mind is poison castle in the sky
Sit stranded vandalized
The draw bridge is closing
Some Cinderella in a party dress but
She was looking for a night gown
I saw the devil warping up his hands
Hes getting ready for the show down
I saw the ending were they turned the page
I threw my money and i ran away
Strait to the vally of the great divide
And were the dreams roll high
And were the wind dont blow
Out here the good girls die
And the sky wont snow
Out here the bird don’t sing
Out here the field don’t grow
Out here the bell don’t ring
Out here the bell don’t ring
Out here the good girls die
Now cinderella don’t you go to sleep
Its such a bitter form of refuge
Ahh don’t you know the kingdoms under siege
And everybody needs you
Is there still magic in the midnight sun
Or did you leave it back in sixty-one
In the of the cadence in the young mans eyes
And were the dreams roll high
I’ve mentioned in another blog post written in May about fun things to do if you should visit Britain; now my focus shifts to Spain. Today was the famous fun day of running with bulls!
Yes, you could queue up and dash pell mell down the narrow cobbled streets with horned and crazy bulls! I mean what’s a trip to Spain without attending that sort of event? Today in Pamplona, Spain, no one was actually gored and only four people hospitalized, apparently no deaths. So see? It’s not that bad of an Extreme Sport moment. Remember, you live once, make it count, even if it means tumbling down a near fatally steep rocky hill or running about in the streets with wild bulls. Now of course both of these events are Special Events, staged for particular dates, to make them you need start planning now for next year.
A few idiot brave guys were laid out in the dust but I suppose that’s the chance you take. Here in DFW, we have Cow Town, also known as Ft. Worth. While we love our Texas Longhorns we’d never think about running through the streets with them. Instead we have the peaceable Kingdom sort of approach, more sedate, organized even. Bonus, you don’t even have to wait for that one special day! The Ft. Worth stockyards do this on a regular basis. Likely why those ‘cows’ with those hefty horns are so nice and docile.
Why, here’s an example:
That’s more like plodding with the bulls. See, no one on the ground trampled, gored or bloody.
Broadway World.com has the full set of pics snapped on this honorary type of occasion. 
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