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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Remember When?

In order to promote unity across our Soul Patrol fan base we would like to spotlight different boards here at Taylor's Angels and what they have to offer. The Soul Patrol is a very diverse group with many wonderful stories to tell. We would like to invite the boards to submit a concert recap or thread that made an impact on their board.

The Official Soul Patrol forum is close to my heart because that is where the I met my fellow Taylor's Angels, and it is also where I started the troop drive. I thought it would be fun to do something different as a blog entry theme and share a thread that had to be one of the funniest ever made. The mother of our own Angel Leslie, (Lmo4Taylor1) saw her first Taylor Hicks concert when he performed in Alabama. TOSP has a section for concert recaps, and below is a recap of Leslie's mother's weekend of concerts. She started out skeptical, and ended up a Taylor Hicks fan. Also included are posts from our own Angel Tina, (DidNotExpectThat) who had the unfortunate experience of fainting during the concert. But the way Tina explains it just adds to the humor of the entire thread. Sit back, relax, and get ready for a lot of laughs!

Mamma Mo's Recap of Birmingham--An Unbiased Perspective

Hey, everybody!
As you know, my mom and daughter went with me and Annie to Birmingham. Although my mom liked Taylor before we went, she wasn't fangirly and wondered why in the world I was so obsessed. Well, after Sunday night's show, she told me that she then truly understood what Taylor was all about and understood why I was so hooked on him and his music. She promised to never make fun of me again for being so crazy over the guy. She wrote the following recap (in true Mamma Mo satire fun). Notice how she comes around and tries so coyly to get Taylor to call her!!! Please also keep in mind that this is the same woman who was so impressed with SBTT that she refused to give up her 10th row seat for a 3rd row seat b/c she found out that the woman sitting next to her was from B'ham and had a mentally challenged child and she knew nothing about SBTT. My mom had to stay and "tell her all about it" and encourage her to take her child.

Here it is-- hope you enjoy!!!


Call 'em what you will- Soul Patrol, Gray Charles, Taylor Maids (they wish)- they were present in Birmingham in all their splendor to see the Man with a Million Mamas. I was there to perform a THintervention to save my usually over-rational daughter from plunging into an abyss of Idol insanity from which there is as yet no known cure, but at which I was willing to give my best shot. Goodness knows that as a teacher of adolescents, I have ordered my share of T-shirts to be turned inside-out in order to hide offensive words, suggestive poses, gang signs, pictures of drug paraphernalia, or anything related to gambling or alcohol- but nothing had prepared me for This!

For christmas my daughter presented me a ticket to the Birmingham concert, and now the time was here, but the ticket had grown from one concert to two, with meet-and-greets thrown in as a bonus. Oh, joy. My first surprise came at her house. I let myself in the door and was greeted by a complete stranger, who, as it turned out, was an SP from Canada who had traveled from north of Toronto for twenty-six hours on a Greyhound for this week of events. This week? Oh, yes, they had already driven to Nashville and Huntsville for two concerts and were in Memphis to collect me and my granddaughter for the trek back into Alabama. Good Lord. But, even she didn't take the prize: there was one sister who traveled from England as a representative of the IHOTs (International House of Taylor).

My second major surprise came after we checked into our room in Birmingham and began to meet other "board members," most of whom looked familiar only from their pictures on the Internet, but who were greeted with screams and squeals akin to those reserved for sixteen-year-olds who have been apart for two whole hours. After meeting a few of these "sisters," they explained that I might be confused when they started talking in "letters." Excuse me? Oh, you know, like "BTW." Booker T. Washington? No, "By The Way." Then they began to make claims that Taylor has single-handedly done more to reverse the effects of menopause than has any drug prescribed by a doctor. I excused myself and went outside the hotel, frantically speed-dialing my long-time friend back home as I left the building. "Come get me!" I begged. "They look like us, but they are possessed, and I'm really scared!" She reminded me that I was on a mission, and I had to stay because so much was at stake here. Okay, take a deep breath, just like my personal trainer orders me to do after I've completed 300 crunches, ten sprints, and twenty minutes on the elliptical. My skeptical self is ready.

The rumors abound: he's really worn out from all the concerts and his voice is almost gone; he spent the day at the hospital with IVs in his arms; he wouldn't talk to anyone at the meet-and-greet in order to save his voice for the concert, but when one of the SP'ers urged him to get some rest and save his strength, he gave her a thumbs-up (oh, glorious day!). One of the locals actually went home and made a huge pot of chicken soup and delivered it to his bus (I told you he had a million mamas). Another remembered a story about him being in Vegas, broke and eating nothing but beef bouillon, and in moments of quiet reflections, she could be heard to moan, "He's all alone and eating beef bouillon!" This elegant and expensively-dressed woman is the same one who fainted at the Atlanta concert, and as the paramedics wheeeled her away, she lifted her hand and cried, "No, I'll lose my place, and he's going to sing Georgia!" I'm really beginning to enjoy myself.

First concert. The beautiful old Alabama Theater, built in 1927, and obviously constructed to withstand all sorts of occurrences---natural and otherwise. I by-passed the over-priced watered-down white wine and headed for my seat. I don't know why they sell seats, because nobody used them after the band came onstage. But before that happened, I looked around to case the audience-- and was surprised. Besides the barely over-forties, there were body-pierced/tattooed teenagers, young marrieds, children under twelve--we ran the gamut, agewise. At the end of two hours of standing and waving my arms (I do try to blend in) and cheering, my sciatic nerve had kicked in and my head was splitting. Just when I thought it couldn't get any louder, the Hoover High School drumline made its appearance. That's Taylor's high school, you know. Stroke of genius, having that group incorporated into the act. The packed theater went wild as Taylor reappeared and performed Runaround with the kids. Taylor, I have two words for you, "glucosomine" and "chondroitin," believe me-- you're going to need them! His second encore was Birmingham, which brought tears from him and his audience, not to mention more than a few Southern mom "Bless his hearts".

I limped out of the theater nursing my back and holding my head, but felt like a total wimp when I was by-passed by two dowager toting oxygen tanks and breathing tubes. I begged off the second gig of the evening and headed back to the hotel with a four-year-old and five-year-old in tow. Not exactly the peace and quiet I had envisioned, but nothing that a little room service charged to their parents couldn't cure. I climbed into bed, leaving the little ones with their burgers and fries, and when I awoke the next morning, the room was still intact and the kids were asleep, so I guess they didn't set fire to anything.

Second day. It was hot, so I opted for the purple springly outfit that I had packed at the last minute. Big mistake for a non-SP'er. I was greeted with squeals of "You've come over! We told you so!" What they hadn't told me was the purple is HIS color. Great start. At four o'clock it was time to go to the theater. Why? The concert doesn't start until 7:30. Well, we might get to see him if we stand outside his bus for three hours. My daughter worries that he may have looked out of the window of his bus and noticed her trying to parallel park her SUV. This THintervention is NOT going well. I stake out a corner of the building that is partially-shaded and prepare to wait it out, until I realize that appearances are often deceiving, and I just might appear to be a shady lady dressed in purple like a temple prostitute who has claimed her corner of the street. So I rejoined the crowd just in time to hear some smart-alecky teenagers drive by and yell out the window of their car, "Who are you waiting for?" One of the sisters yells back, "President Carter, who do you think?" Bless her heart. Now I"m mad. Doesn't Birmingham know that their home-boy is back? Why aren't they giving him the honor he is due? this morning's paper had a very lukewarm account of the previous night's concert, turning it into a contest between the stage managers in Huntsville and Birmingham, and not as a tribute to the star of the whole thing. The locals were not upset, claiming that it was a really good review for that particular writer, and to not take it as a personal affront to Taylor. Hey, if this had been Memphis, and the artist had been that Justin guy, that's all that would have been on the front of the Sunday paper. To each his own, I suppose.

Fnally, we're inside the now-familiar grand old theater, and I amuse myself by looking at the people as they file in, wondering which of them was his high school English teacher, or coach, or principal. the man behind me is obviously at the concert under great duress-- his arms are folded across his chest and his lips are in a tight, straight line, and it's not a smile. A few songs into the set, I hear him say (presumably to his wife), "Well, he certainly sounds better live" (as opposed to dead? But I knew what he meant). A few songs later and the man was out of his seat and clapping along with everybody else. At intermission he turns to someone and says "Taylor went to school with our kids and we gave him some of his first band instruments." So now he's taking credit for the whole thing?

The woman next to me prepared to leave when Taylor went offstage for the first time, and I said to her "Don't you want to hear him perform with the drumline from his school?" I'm actually getting the hang of this. She loved it, and wiped away a tear ( I swear) as she prepared to exit when he left for the second time. "Don't you want to hear Birmingham?" I asked. Am I good, or what? Well, he didn't sing what I thought he would, but he did sing My Home's in Alabama, and the place was drop-dead silent, except for a few sobs and sniffles (was that really me?). Finally we leave, and I think it's over, but nooooooo. We get to stand outside for another hour or so and wait for him to come out of the theater on the chance that he will sign autographs. At fairly regular intervals, three bodies drop to the ground, and embarrassed, each blames an unseen curb, a stray foot, a hole in the sidewalk. Finally, Taylor does appear, and the shoving begins. The security guards yell at the crowd and try to drag him away, but-- trooper that he is--- he says he's not going anywhere and starts signing (only one per, and then you've got to make way). My little granddaughter makes it to the front of the line (ohmigosh, did I forget her?) and her hero bends down and says, "I saw you out there tonight" (she had second row, aisle seat), and she is suddenly as shy as she's ever been in her short life. Well, with that I can only say (with apologies to Julius Caesar): I came, I saw, he conquered.

I was musing aloud to my new sisters that I didn't see a frown or unhappy face in the whole crowd, and then (name omitted by Lmo unless this person gives permission to use it) from out West showed up and said how disillusioned she was because he didn't acknowledge her or anything. And after she had sent him that nice video of hers, too. Oh, it wasn't nice? I've still got a lot to learn.

Well, as they said when I first announced my mission to Birmingham (or Hicksville, to some), they were not interested in a THintervention. All I have to say is: Bless your heart, Taylor, honey, you look tired, and your voice sounded a wee bit hoarse there at the end. Go suck on a lemon, or gargle with warm salt water. Or, better yet, I have a great recipe for a hot toddy. Call me.
And about Tina's fainting spell:

And I knew he would sing the infamous "Georgia"! I literally had to run from the paramedics trying to take my blood pressure as I heard the first few notes playing. Now, tell me, that's not crazy is it?????

Yes, Taylor can officially boast about having women faint at his concerts! LOL- but I did it very discreetly so as not to distract him. Actually, hubby knew I was about to go at any time and he kept trying to get me to go to the back. I kept telling him to buzz off...I was not giving up my spot for anything! So when the room started spinning, I fell back onto my husband and he caught me. But as he dragged me through the approximately 25 rows of people, I could be heard yelling, "But I don't want to loose my spot"!!!!!!!! Yes, I got to hear all of Georgia, but it was from the back and I couldn't see the facial expression...

Jean (PurpleButterflies)

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Giving Thanks For Our Blessings

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With Thanksgiving this week it is time to reflect on the past year and think of all that we are not only thankful for, but also the blessings that we are grateful for.

Thanksgiving and the ‘fall season’ is my favorite time of the year. It is a time of renewal, hope and reflection, when mother nature gives us a season of changes and spectacular colors of leaves on trees turning from green to magnificent hues of many different shades of reds, scarlet, yellows to name a few. The thrill of running thru the fallen leaves and driving thru the countryside to take in nature’s masterpiece of artwork that can almost be equated to a beautiful painting with the many palette of colors that we see along the winding country roads that we travel.

I am blessed this Thanksgiving, as I hope you are as well, to be spending time with family and friends. It is a time to for us to not only celebrate privately in our homes but to give thanks not just for our material blessings but also our freedom.

We are grateful for the prosperity and peace we enjoy living here in this wonderful country.

We also give thanks for the extraordinary young men and women in the military who are protecting our way of life and freedom overseas and here at home.

We also think back to when we first heard that sweet, soulful voice of Taylor Hicks and are thankful for the passion he has given us to embrace his music and also introducing us to many new and wonderful artists and their music, some of whom we might never have known about if it weren’t for Taylor. We are also grateful for the compassion and care Taylor has in his heart for those who are less fortunate and in need, especially children. He has instilled in us so many fine qualities that he himself has, about giving, sharing and kindness, and believing in yourself, following your dream and never giving up. I sometimes wonder if he truly realizes how he has changed and impacted so many lives.

For those of us who have had the opportunity to see a Taylor Hicks concert, we have witnessed those moments of care, compassion and giving when Taylor would reach out to someone, perhaps a child, either standing in the audience or sitting in a wheelchair and puts out his hand in comfort and friendship and hands them a harmonica that he has just played. Or taking the time to meet with children and talk to them about music and how they are doing in school or reading to them. This small gesture of giving to someone else makes both the ‘giver’ and receiver feel blessed.

I am thankful and blessed, as I am sure many are, that we have met so many wonderful people from around the country and had the opportunity to travel to many different cities and made many new friends, since we became fans/supporters of Taylor Hicks and his music. Our lives have changed in many ways both big and small in the past year. Let us give thanks for what we have and count our blessings.
Taylor has talked about giving back and being thankful. It is a good example to follow, for it is in the giving that we receive much more back in return. We can give in many ways both large and small, whether it is working in a soup kitchen, donating to a clothing drive, volunteering at a homeless shelter or simply assisting an elderly neighbor with

At this time of year we think of those who are in need and give help where it is needed in any small way that we can and to make someone’s life a little happier than it was the day before. We truly do have much to be thankful and for this we are blessed.

Thoughts about Thanksgiving

Who does not thank for little will not thank for much.
- Estonian proverb

Do not get tired of doing what is good. Don’t get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time.
-Galatians 6:9

Count your blessings. A grateful heart attracts more joy, love and prosperity.

Written by: Mary Ann (maryann1)

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Monday, November 12, 2007

A match forged by Soul

I am not one to write long dragged out blogs, but the Angels have asked me to write about my experience as a male member of the Soul Patrol, and how this devotion to our Soul Man has forged a love for more than just the music of Taylor Hicks, but a love forged by Soul.

The only experience with fan sites have been limited to sports boards, mainly Southeastern Conference boards, University of Alabama and University of Tennessee boards. I have been a music lover all of my life and nothing prepared me in my 42 years of life to what would transpire next. When I was Googling Taylor Hicks looking for some information, I stumbled across the board that is now known as The Official Soul What I found great was the wealth of information on our Soul Man, but even more so, some of the finest posters on the Internet.

I was one of a few male members of TOSP, and it was still unusual to see men on the board, although there were a few, some that knew Taylor from his bar scene days on the Gulf Coast. Stumbled across the chat room and you could hear a virtual pin drop. A man has come into the chat room where there were all women. One in particular asked what my intentions were, and I flat out told her that I am a fan of Taylor Hicks. Sure enough, I had to prove my worth that I was in fact becoming a member of the Soul Patrol. I was in chat when Taylor made his appearance on the Rick and Bubba Show during Top 3 week on American Idol. At that time I was so proud to become a part of a great bunch of posters and a proud member of the Soul Patrol, and I am still proud to be a Soul Patroller today.

As for what I was not prepared for? A new poster came on TOSP named Tayloredforme and got up the nerve to start PMing me, SPChainGang( my original TOSP screen name). It was in a thread called the Dawg Pound she came in and became a member of the original Chain Gang, a circle of friends I had developed as a member of TOSP. We would continue to correspond on TOSP’s PM system and then on Yahoo Instant Messenger. We would get to know each other much more over the next few weeks, and found out that we had something more in common besides Taylor. We were both going through rough times in our lives. So we helped each for the months to follow.

It was during this time more than just friendship was felt between both of us. Sarah(TFM) sent me a message on TOSP saying that she loved me, and I responded back in true Soul Patrol style, WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! SOUL PATROL!!!! I love you, too!! Nonetheless, she was shocked to realize that I felt the same way. That was the beginning of a love forged by Soul.

We continued to correspond the best way we knew how. If there is a medium, we used it. YIM, PMs, Skype, and phone, we did it all. This went on for 7 more months. When the Modern Whomp Tour was announced in December, I saw there was a Chicago date on March 29, 2007. So, I ordered two tickets for the House of Blues show, taking a leap of faith that Sarah would join me.

I began to countdown to days until the great day when we would finally meet. The countdown began at 106 days until the concert, 105 until we would finally meet in person. The months passed and the day finally came, March 28, 2007, the day before the Taylor concert in Chicago. I was waiting in the terminal of Midway Airport checking the screens for when her flight from Portland would come in. When her flight said arrived, my heart started pounding. About 20 minutes passed, and then the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on came down the overhead bridge. “She’s here!! She’s here!!” I was thinking in my mind. She saw me, and I pointed at the script A on my Bama jacket. She was wearing a crimson sweater with a white Bama shirt, and we embraced for the first time. It felt so right, and we knew then and there we were in the Right Place!!

Not only would we be seeing each other for the first time, we would be enjoying a concert with the main reason we came one: Taylor Hicks. The day of the concert I took Sarah to the Sears Tower, and let her look out to see the magnificence of Chicago. We meet a few Soul Patrol friends, former members of TOSP who made their own board, one who we went to Milwaukee the night before to pick up from her flight from Atlanta. We saw them in the HOB hotel, and then went to dinner before the show. At that time we met Claire(webchic00) for the first time, and met more Soul Patrollers as well. I do not think anyone else was happier than our circle of friends that we finally met in person and hit it off so wonderful.

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Whomping time came and we got a nice center stage spot, and Taylor comes out after a great opening act in Michael Warren. The Soul Man that indirectly brought Sarah and me together was performing as only Taylor can do. It began to feel even more so right between us, especially when our Soul Man did “The Right Place.” I can remember holding Sarah tight when he sang it. Sunday came and we had to part. IT was a very sad moment for us as we would not see each other for over a month before I was to go out to Oregon to visit her and to see two more Taylor concerts in Portland and Seattle. We did not let go of each other for at least 15 minutes before I had to encourage her to get down the concourse. As I was driving home, I put in the Taylor CD, and looped our song, “Places I’ve Been” three times. I knew the tag line of the song fit us well: The only place I wanna be is with you.

Four Taylor concerts, with one more to come November in Mississippi, 3 trips for her to Chicago, with one coming in two weeks from when I wrote this, 4 trips to Oregon for me, with another planned in mid October, we have been through so much in the year we have been together online and in person that we are growing stronger everyday. Now, we work together in the real estate investment business, helping the two guys Sarah works with in Oregon. Someday, the only time we will need a plane is when we are traveling together on business, going to Bama football games, and going to support the main reason we are together today: Taylor Hicks. If you are reading this, Taylor, thank you from the bottom of our hearts and souls for your music that brought us together!! SOUL PATROL!!!

Danny Latham(SoulPatrolDanny,and unofficial Bosley of the Angels)
Sarah Adams(SmartBlonde)
Published by: Leslie Mozingo

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