Never A Dull Moment (Etrain - Official Elliott Yamin Forum)

NEVER A DULL MOMENT: THE DAY ELLIOTT YAMIN ROCKED NEW YORK CITY

For Elliott Yamin to have rocked New York City—the culture capital of the universe, at that—on the Final Two day of American Idol when people would rather gather around the TV set than go elsewhere, was no mean feat. Yes, the high-browed New Yorkers embraced Mr. Yamin as their own during the latter’s sold-out, stuffed to the gills, concert at the Bowery Ballroom in Manhattan on May 22. It was the concert to end all concerts, as only a rock star could pull up. There was no let-up in the mega-wattage of electricity that Yamin emitted all throughout his one-hour plus performance. It was truly magnificent! Hips swayed; some were doing full-dance routines; most were stomping to every beat—everybody was feeling the heat. . .thunderous ovations, rah-rahs, whistles galore, punctuations of “I love you, Elliott!” from the fan-girly types. That’s what you get when two giants meet: New York City and Elliott Yamin

But first, a breather: It is said that man does not live by bread alone. Food nourishes the body; the arts fuel the spirit. More so with the art of music, said to be the language of the soul. It is also said that of the spirits, the angels are the purveyors of music. Hence, when one says that so-and-so sings like an angel, one is giving the other the highest compliment.

As the Washington Post would have it, "The angel-voiced Elliott Yamin. . ." but that is jumping ahead of the story.

All pumped-up

Tuesday, May 22, found me all pumped up for the Elliott Yamin concert at the Bowery Ballroom in Manhattan. I have long prepared for this day, having scored the "golden ticket" from fellow E-trainer, Kathy (Atlantiskat), who was being angelic in more ways than one--she went the extra mile in my behalf. I was wondering if she could sing as well as Elliott, being the good angel that she was. Come to think of it, most of Elliott's fans, supporters and followers have a certain musical aura to them--they can carry a tune--or else are musical gems themselves, awaiting discovery. (That doesn't include me--but I can do a mean dance to Elliott's "Alright". Get it?)

Anyway, here I was, a total stranger around the Bowery train station. You can't be lost in New York City so long as you apply yourself to being nice, having a smiley face, and asking for directions. Kathy would be cabbing in from Penn Station and she and I would meet up after I give her my whereabouts.

The long wait

The Bowery Ballroom gates would not open until eight in the evening. Kathy asked me to be in the vicinity at four-thirty, or three-and-a-half hours before concert time. What would I do in the interim? Having a bite and some beers would be a perfect way of killing time. I could not engage Kathy (and her companions) in a silly banter, she being of a different ethos (she was an angel, remember?) whereas I belonged more to the lesser mortals. But an Elliott Yamin fanatic, no less.

I found Kathy and the other E-train mainstays (Lindagt, Chloewannabe and the others) at the Delancey Starbucks, a good three hundred meters from the fabled Bowery Ballroom. I simply admire the spunk of these women: they wore Elliott Yamin on their sleeves—decals, pins, whatever—much like the veterans displaying their blood-sweat-and-tears soaked medals. A veritable Elliott Yamin advertisement.

No sooner had Kathy handed me my concert ticket than they decided to walk along the length of Delancey Street, perhaps to gawk at the Chinese wares, this being the New York Chinatown. While they melted into the asphalt, I did my observations, eagle-eyed.

Pen and notebook in hand, I fancied myself a writer (ahem) for the E-train Express Magazine, as Lindagt would suggest. I guessed taking notes, or doodling or strategizing on how to take over the world would be a nice way of whiling it away. But I feared that I would appear nerdy and disconnected a la Blake Lewis during Elliott's pep talk. Heck, I had my own mission, and I wanted to give it my all. (Elliott Yamin, while performing, gives his 110 percent focus--and I could do no less in this objective, ha-ha.)

Tick, tick, tick. . .would I count the number of seconds before curtain time, akin to musing on the national debt, as displayed in one of the buildings at Union Square? Or would I be better off delving into my arsenal of fancy words for my first-ever review of my first-ever Elliott Yamin concert?

The City of Brotherly Love

Drat, I forgot my big crossword. Now I was in trouble. Doodling. . . doodling. . . and ordering gallons of espresso. Seven o’clock. Boredom and ennui were engulfing me, so I decided to saunter to the Bowery. Lo and behold, a long line of concert goers was snaking towards the right, to Bowery Street. I parked myself in the queue. After a few seconds, I noticed a hirsute guy beckoning to a passersby—then the newcomer planted a hefty smooch smack on the lips of the other. Wow, that’s New York, the city of brotherly love, for you. (Let me borrow that, Philly!)

All in all we Elliott aficionados waited another hour before being admitted to the dark bowels of the Bowery. The building’s cellar served as a receiving room cum open bar. It was disco-ish: small red lights and lit candles barely illuminating the walls. Another one-hour wait before we were ushered up the ballroom on the first floor. Now I know why they call it ballroom instead of theater: While the Bowery accommodated 756 persons, there was no seating! But in no time, the place filled up, including the u-shaped balcony, which was also bereft of any seating, except for a sprinkling of coffee tables and chairs.

Concert time

Finally, it was concert time at nine. Josh Hoge did a fantastic job doing the opening act. I liked his Stylistics-style falsetto as well as his racy banter. For a talented guy, Hoge did not appear diva-ish; in fact, he was always pimping Elliott as if he was a fan himself. His act lasted all of 45 minutes. Then came Elliott’s band mates priming up the instruments for another 15 minutes.

It was now ten o’clock. As the band played a brisk intro, Elliott Yamin burst onto the stage, waving and moving around to acknowledge the deafening cheers, and singing “Alright” with all his heart. The voice, THE VOICE! What is it with Elliott’s voice? Like the eagle’s talon, Elliott’s voice has the power to embrace you in a tight grip and transport you to a different dimension—a dimension of blissful existence. In the Philippines, we call such voice, bug-os or bu-o, meaning whole, solid, and doesn’t splatter. An angelic voice, if there ever was one.

After the first song, he did the following in rapid succession: “Find a Way”, “You Take my Breath Away”, “In Love with You Forever”, “One Word” “Living for the City”, “I’m the Man”, “Little Ghetto Boy” “Train Wreck” “Wait for You” “Movin’ On” and “A Song for You”, which was also his encore.

I didn’t understand why so many people would crowd, sardine-like, in front of the stage. But when Elliott threw his white, sweat-soaked towel to the audience, I understood. I also observed that some were throwing tee shirts to Elliott, for what purpose I did not know. Too, I understood the all-too often shouts of “I love you, Elliott”, rivaling Ryan Seacrest professing, “. . .And we love him” during Elliott's recent appearance on Idol.

(I liked the sheen on Elliott’s curly hair. Against the white strobe lights, it appeared golden a la Goldilocks, but not in a girly way. Elliott would often pour bottled water on his hair, then stroke it upwards. Hmm.. . there’s the secret.)

How did I rate Elliott’s New York Concert? MAGNIFICO, as in NEVER A DULL MOMENT.!

They are saying that a review must be as objective as can be--as if one could determine the number of grams of licks, runs, hooks, keys, pitch, melisma, vibrato, guitar solo, piano solo, drum staccato per musical set. Until we have such quantitative references, a review can never be objective. Or that's just me.

WOW BENITO......WOW...WOW.....it is as if i was right there....... :elliottcap:
you have a great talent with words....thank you for that

Great job. I really enjoyed reading your review. Glad that you had a good time at the concert and that you got to experience the amazing Mr Elliott Yamin live and in person.

From your writing I gathered that you are not from New York. From where did you travel? (I'm just being nosy. LOL)

QUOTE (georgiafan1 @ May 23 2007, 11:31 AM)

Great job. I really enjoyed reading your review. Glad that you had a good time at the concert and that you got to experience the amazing Mr Elliott Yamin live and in person.

From your writing I gathered that you are not from New York. From where did you travel? (I'm just being nosy. LOL)

Thanks, GF1. I'm originally from the Philippines, but have been a NYC resident since 2003.

Thank you for that great review, Benito! It answered all my questions about the concert that I didn't think would be answered.

Thanks for your review! That's right, it was A.I. finale night, yet Elliott packed the venue! Woohoo!!! :)

All I can say is: WOW!

I was there and Benito captured it perfectly. Great job writing about a great concert.

Nice review. You took me to NYC with you!!

QUOTE (Sunny @ May 23 2007, 12:01 PM)

Nice review. You took me to NYC with you!!

Your right Sunny, Benito's recap made me imagine being their in NYC part of the crowd. Thanks Benito!

Benito, you are a fantastic writer. I was there last night and boy you sure have an eye for detail. Are you a professional writer? If not, you should be.
OMG- Elliott was da bomb last night. I'm still pumped up!

All I can say is AMAZINGGG!!!!! I know not of any words that could be truer than yours...and I wasn't even there for that show;) THANK YOU!!!

xxoo

Very Nice...I liked reading it very very Much...It is the kind of Elliott OBJECTIVE review that I LOVE !!

Excellent Review!!!

Can I just say one thing, not to sound negative, but Philadelphia (my hometown) is "The City of Brotherly Love" :) (well not really, but that's their slogan lol).

great review Benito, thanks for sharing it!

Excellent recap Benito!! Looking foward to the next edition of the ETrain Express Magazine!! ;)

QUOTE (Benito @ May 23 2007, 10:58 AM)

NEVER A DULL MOMENT: THE DAY ELLIOTT YAMIN ROCKED NEW YORK CITY

For Elliott Yamin to have rocked New York City—the culture capital of the universe, at that—on the Final Two day of American Idol when people would rather gather around the TV set than go elsewhere, was no mean feat. Yes, the high-browed New Yorkers embraced Mr. Yamin as their own during the latter’s sold-out, stuffed to the gills, concert at the Bowery Ballroom in Manhattan on May 22. It was the concert to end all concerts, as only a rock star could pull up. There was no let-up in the mega-wattage of electricity that Yamin emitted all throughout his one-hour plus performance. It was truly magnificent! Hips swayed; some were doing full-dance routines; most were stomping to every beat—everybody was feeling the heat. . .thunderous ovations, rah-rahs, whistles galore, punctuations of “I love you Elliott!” from the fan-girly types. That’s what you get when two giants meet: New York City and Elliott Yamin

But first, a breather: It is said that man does not live by bread alone. Food nourishes the body; the arts fuel the spirit. More so with the art of music, said to be the language of the soul. It is also said that of the spirits, the angels are the purveyors of music. Hence, when one says that so-and-so sings like an angel, one is giving the other the highest compliment.

As the Washington Post would have it, "the angel-voiced Elliott Yamin. . ." but that is jumping ahead of the story.

All pumped-up

Tuesday, May 22, found me all pumped up for the Elliott Yamin concert at the Bowery Ballroom in Manhattan. I have long prepared for this day, having scored the "golden ticket" from fellow E-trainer, Kathy (Atlantiskat), who was being angelic in more ways than one--she went the extra mile in my behalf. I was wondering if she could sing as well as Elliott, being the good angel that she was. Come to think of it, most of Elliott's fans, supporters and followers have a certain musical aura to them--they can carry a tune--or else are musical gems themselves, awaiting discovery. (That doesn't include me--but I can do a mean dance to Elliott's "Alright". Get it?)

Anyway, here I was, a total stranger around the Bowery train station. You can't be lost in New York City so long as you apply yourself to being nice, having a smiley face, and asking for directions. Kathy would be cabbing in from Penn Station and she and I would meet up after I give her my whereabouts.

The long wait

The Bowery Ballroom gates would not open until eight in the evening. Kathy asked me to be in the vicinity at four-thirty, or three-and-a-half four hours before concert time. What would I do in the interim? Having a bite and some beers would be a perfect way of killing time. I could not engage Kathy (and her companions) in a silly banter, she being of a different ethos (she was an angel, remember?) whereas I belonged more to the lesser mortals. But an Elliott Yamin fanatic, no less.

I found Kathy and the other E-train mainstays (Lindagt, Chloewannabe and the others) at the Delancey Starbucks, a good three hundred meters from the fabled Bowery Ballroom. I simply admire the spunk of these women: they wore Elliott Yamin on their sleeves—decals, pins, whatever—much like the veterans displaying their blood-sweat-and-tears soaked medals. A veritable Elliott Yamin advertisement.

No sooner had Kathy handed me my concert ticket than they decided to walk along the length of Delancy Street, perhaps to gawk at the Chinese wares, this being the New York Chinatown. While they melted into the asphalt, I did my observations, eagle-eyed.

Pen and notebook in hand, I fancied myself a writer (ahem) for the E-train Express Magazine, as Lindagt would suggest. I guessed taking notes, or doodling or strategizing on how to take over the world would be a nice way of whiling it away. But I feared that I would appear nerdy and disconnected a la Blake Lewis during Elliott's pep talk. Heck, I had my own mission, and I wanted to give it my all. (Elliott Yamin, while performing, gives his 110 percent focus--and I could do no less in this objective, ha-ha.)

Tick, tick, tick. . .would I count the number of seconds before curtain time, akin to musing on the national debt, as displayed in one of the buildings at Union Square? Or would I be better off delving into my arsenal of fancy words for my first-ever review of my first-ever Elliott Yamin concert?

The City of Brotherly Love

Drat, I forgot my big crossword. Now I was in trouble. Doodling. . . doodling. . . and ordering gallons of espresso. Seven o’clock. Boredom and ennui were engulfing me, so I decided to saunter to the Bowery. Lo and behold, a long line of concert goers was snaking towards the right, to Bowery Street. I parked myself in the queue. After a few seconds, I noticed a hirsute guy beckoning to a passersby—then the newcomer planted a hefty smooch smack on the lips of the other. Wow, that’s New York, the city of brotherly love, for you.

All in all we Elliott aficionados waited another hour before being admitted to the dark bowels of the Bowery. The building’s cellar served as a receiving room cum open bar. It was disco-ish: small red lights and lit candles barely illuminating the walls. Another one-hour wait before we were ushered up the ballroom on the first floor. Now I know why they call it ballroom instead of theater: While the Bowery accommodated 756 persons, there was no seating! But in no time, the place filled up, including the u-shaped balcony, which was also bereft of any seating, except for a sprinkling of coffee tables and chairs.

Concert time

Finally, it was concert time at nine. Josh Hoge did a fantastic job doing the opening act. I liked his Stylistics-style falsetto as well as his racy banter. For a talented guy, Hoge did not appear diva-ish; in fact, he was always pimping Elliott as if he was a fan himself. His act lasted all of 45 minutes. Then came Elliott’s band mates priming up the instruments for another 15 minutes.

It was now ten o’clock. As the band played a brisk intro, Elliott Yamin burst onto the stage, waving and moving around to acknowledge the deafening cheers, and singing “Alright” with all his heart. The voice, THE VOICE! What is it with Elliott’s voice? Like the eagle’s talon, Elliott’s voice has the power to embrace you in a tight grip and transport you to a different dimension—a dimension of blissful existence. In the Philippines, we call such voice, bug-os or bu-o, meaning whole, solid, and doesn’t splatter. An angelic voice, if there ever was one.

After the first song, he did the following in rapid succession: “Find a Way”, “You Take my Breath Away”, “In Love with You Forever”, “One Word” “Living for the City”, “I’m the Man”, “Little Ghetto Boy” “Train Wreck” “Wait for You” “Movin’ On” and “A Song for You”, which was also his encore.

I didn’t understand why so many people would crowd, sardine-like, in front of the stage. But when Elliott threw his white, sweat-soaked towel to the audience, I understood. I also observed that some were throwing tee shirts to Elliott, for what purpose I did not know. Too, I understood the all-too often shouts of “I Love you, Elliott”, rivaling Ryan Seacrest professing, “. . .And we love him” during Elliott's recent appearance on Idol.

(I liked the sheen on Elliott’s curly hair. Against the white strobe lights, it appeared golden a la Goldilocks, but not in a girly way. Elliott would often pour bottled water on his hair, then stroke it upwards. Hmm.. . there’s the secret.)

How did I rate Elliott’s New York Concert? MAGNIFICO, as in NEVER A DULL MOMENT.!

They are saying that a review must be as objective as can be--as if one could determine the number of grams of licks, runs, hooks, keys, pitch, melisma, vibrato, guitar solo, piano solo, drum staccato per musical set. Until we have such quantitative references, a review can never be objective. Or that's just me.

Benito da bomb!!!! I soo feel u bro! it was sooo da bomb!!!!! stokin awesome!!! E was magnificent! E sang his heart out and we went wild!! :bounce: thud!!! :thud: danced my feet off as E rocked da house and E looked over my way and pointed at me! omg!!!! thud!!!! swoon!!! call da dr baby! get me some ice!!! :thud: :thud: :awe: :cheerleader1: :elliottelliott: :thud: :rocker: we got to meet him again too and he remembered us and gave me a hug and said i saw u out there! omg! i don't think i'll ever recover! ur post is awesome!!! to say 'good post' is an understatement! it was tremendous! luved it! thanks so much! u rock!! :rocker: :etrain: i posted few highlights and updated da blog! enjoy! luv u E!!! ;)

http://ibelieveinmysoul.blogspot.com/

Thanks for posting the recap, Benito.
You made me miss my hometown of NYC even more. :console:

Benito, I agree with the others---you should write professionally (if you don't already!) I felt as if I was right there with you, so it is a wonderful experience for those of us who haven't been able to go to an appearance or concert. Thank you so much!! :glomp:

Elliott rules!!! :cheerleader1: :elliottelliott: :cheerleader1:

Thank you for sharing this fabulous review! You are an excellent writer, Benito. I think Etrainers are very talented - like that guy we all love so much! :elliottcap: :etrain: :awe:

WOW.. great review! I wish i had a way woth words like you do!! You rock! Glad that you had a great time!! only 16 more days until my great Elliott Filed Weekend starts!! and this review totaly makes me wish time would hury up!!

QUOTE (chattycb @ May 23 2007, 12:10 PM)

Benito, you are a fantastic writer. I was there last night and boy you sure have an eye for detail. Are you a professional writer? If not, you should be.
OMG- Elliott was da bomb last night. I'm still pumped up!

Thanks, Chatty! If ever I could be a writer, it would only be to chronicle the journey of self-realizarion of an incredible human being, Mr. Elliott Yamin!

Benito,
It was great to meet you! You have sure put me "In a New York State of Mind" with your oh so eloquent recap of a wonderful evening!!

Benito, did you meet Elliott after the concert?? Photos?

Anyway, as we say in The Philippines: "Maraming Salamat!!" , that is thank you!! Maraming salamat sa recap mo!! Awesome!! Kung alam ko lang na pupunta ka (what was I thinking...I knew you were from NY and should have known you were going to the concert) sana pina-remind ko sa 'yo si E na iso-ot ang t-shirt or ang barong one of these days!! Glad you had fun and thanks again for all the details!

Also, excerpt of Benito's post has been archived:
http://etrainstation.com/index.php?showtop...0&#entry6333723

QUOTE (TxRangerette @ May 24 2007, 04:02 PM)

Benito, did you meet Elliott after the concert?? Photos?

Anyway, as we say in The Philippines: "Maraming Salamat!!" , that is thank you!! Maraming salamat sa recap mo!! Awesome!! Kung alam ko lang na pupunta ka (what was I thinking...I knew you were from NY and should have known you were going to the concert) sana pina-remind ko sa 'yo si E na iso-ot ang t-shirt or ang barong one of these days!! Glad you had fun and thanks again for all the details!

Also, excerpt of Benito's post has been archived:
http://etrainstation.com/index.php?showtop...0&#entry6333723

Manay, I really, really wanted to hug my Elliott, but I had to take out the trash at the Medical Center, and do my recap pronto! Maybe next time?

What a wonderful recap! While I was reading it, feeling ko, kasama mo ako sa NY! Thanks, kuya Benito! :)

QUOTE (Elliott!fan @ May 23 2007, 02:34 PM)

QUOTE (Benito @ May 23 2007, 10:58 AM)

NEVER A DULL MOMENT: THE DAY ELLIOTT YAMIN ROCKED NEW YORK CITY

For Elliott Yamin to have rocked New York City—the culture capital of the universe, at that—on the Final Two day of American Idol when people would rather gather around the TV set than go elsewhere, was no mean feat. Yes, the high-browed New Yorkers embraced Mr. Yamin as their own during the latter’s sold-out, stuffed to the gills, concert at the Bowery Ballroom in Manhattan on May 22. It was the concert to end all concerts, as only a rock star could pull up. There was no let-up in the mega-wattage of electricity that Yamin emitted all throughout his one-hour plus performance. It was truly magnificent! Hips swayed; some were doing full-dance routines; most were stomping to every beat—everybody was feeling the heat. . .thunderous ovations, rah-rahs, whistles galore, punctuations of “I love you Elliott!” from the fan-girly types. That’s what you get when two giants meet: New York City and Elliott Yamin

But first, a breather: It is said that man does not live by bread alone. Food nourishes the body; the arts fuel the spirit. More so with the art of music, said to be the language of the soul. It is also said that of the spirits, the angels are the purveyors of music. Hence, when one says that so-and-so sings like an angel, one is giving the other the highest compliment.

As the Washington Post would have it, "the angel-voiced Elliott Yamin. . ." but that is jumping ahead of the story.

All pumped-up

Tuesday, May 22, found me all pumped up for the Elliott Yamin concert at the Bowery Ballroom in Manhattan. I have long prepared for this day, having scored the "golden ticket" from fellow E-trainer, Kathy (Atlantiskat), who was being angelic in more ways than one--she went the extra mile in my behalf. I was wondering if she could sing as well as Elliott, being the good angel that she was. Come to think of it, most of Elliott's fans, supporters and followers have a certain musical aura to them--they can carry a tune--or else are musical gems themselves, awaiting discovery. (That doesn't include me--but I can do a mean dance to Elliott's "Alright". Get it?)

Anyway, here I was, a total stranger around the Bowery train station. You can't be lost in New York City so long as you apply yourself to being nice, having a smiley face, and asking for directions. Kathy would be cabbing in from Penn Station and she and I would meet up after I give her my whereabouts.

The long wait

The Bowery Ballroom gates would not open until eight in the evening. Kathy asked me to be in the vicinity at four-thirty, or three-and-a-half four hours before concert time. What would I do in the interim? Having a bite and some beers would be a perfect way of killing time. I could not engage Kathy (and her companions) in a silly banter, she being of a different ethos (she was an angel, remember?) whereas I belonged more to the lesser mortals. But an Elliott Yamin fanatic, no less.

I found Kathy and the other E-train mainstays (Lindagt, Chloewannabe and the others) at the Delancey Starbucks, a good three hundred meters from the fabled Bowery Ballroom. I simply admire the spunk of these women: they wore Elliott Yamin on their sleeves—decals, pins, whatever—much like the veterans displaying their blood-sweat-and-tears soaked medals. A veritable Elliott Yamin advertisement.

No sooner had Kathy handed me my concert ticket than they decided to walk along the length of Delancy Street, perhaps to gawk at the Chinese wares, this being the New York Chinatown. While they melted into the asphalt, I did my observations, eagle-eyed.

Pen and notebook in hand, I fancied myself a writer (ahem) for the E-train Express Magazine, as Lindagt would suggest. I guessed taking notes, or doodling or strategizing on how to take over the world would be a nice way of whiling it away. But I feared that I would appear nerdy and disconnected a la Blake Lewis during Elliott's pep talk. Heck, I had my own mission, and I wanted to give it my all. (Elliott Yamin, while performing, gives his 110 percent focus--and I could do no less in this objective, ha-ha.)

Tick, tick, tick. . .would I count the number of seconds before curtain time, akin to musing on the national debt, as displayed in one of the buildings at Union Square? Or would I be better off delving into my arsenal of fancy words for my first-ever review of my first-ever Elliott Yamin concert?

The City of Brotherly Love

Drat, I forgot my big crossword. Now I was in trouble. Doodling. . . doodling. . . and ordering gallons of espresso. Seven o’clock. Boredom and ennui were engulfing me, so I decided to saunter to the Bowery. Lo and behold, a long line of concert goers was snaking towards the right, to Bowery Street. I parked myself in the queue. After a few seconds, I noticed a hirsute guy beckoning to a passersby—then the newcomer planted a hefty smooch smack on the lips of the other. Wow, that’s New York, the city of brotherly love, for you.

All in all we Elliott aficionados waited another hour before being admitted to the dark bowels of the Bowery. The building’s cellar served as a receiving room cum open bar. It was disco-ish: small red lights and lit candles barely illuminating the walls. Another one-hour wait before we were ushered up the ballroom on the first floor. Now I know why they call it ballroom instead of theater: While the Bowery accommodated 756 persons, there was no seating! But in no time, the place filled up, including the u-shaped balcony, which was also bereft of any seating, except for a sprinkling of coffee tables and chairs.

Concert time

Finally, it was concert time at nine. Josh Hoge did a fantastic job doing the opening act. I liked his Stylistics-style falsetto as well as his racy banter. For a talented guy, Hoge did not appear diva-ish; in fact, he was always pimping Elliott as if he was a fan himself. His act lasted all of 45 minutes. Then came Elliott’s band mates priming up the instruments for another 15 minutes.

It was now ten o’clock. As the band played a brisk intro, Elliott Yamin burst onto the stage, waving and moving around to acknowledge the deafening cheers, and singing “Alright” with all his heart. The voice, THE VOICE! What is it with Elliott’s voice? Like the eagle’s talon, Elliott’s voice has the power to embrace you in a tight grip and transport you to a different dimension—a dimension of blissful existence. In the Philippines, we call such voice, bug-os or bu-o, meaning whole, solid, and doesn’t splatter. An angelic voice, if there ever was one.

After the first song, he did the following in rapid succession: “Find a Way”, “You Take my Breath Away”, “In Love with You Forever”, “One Word” “Living for the City”, “I’m the Man”, “Little Ghetto Boy” “Train Wreck” “Wait for You” “Movin’ On” and “A Song for You”, which was also his encore.

I didn’t understand why so many people would crowd, sardine-like, in front of the stage. But when Elliott threw his white, sweat-soaked towel to the audience, I understood. I also observed that some were throwing tee shirts to Elliott, for what purpose I did not know. Too, I understood the all-too often shouts of “I Love you, Elliott”, rivaling Ryan Seacrest professing, “. . .And we love him” during Elliott's recent appearance on Idol.

(I liked the sheen on Elliott’s curly hair. Against the white strobe lights, it appeared golden a la Goldilocks, but not in a girly way. Elliott would often pour bottled water on his hair, then stroke it upwards. Hmm.. . there’s the secret.)

How did I rate Elliott’s New York Concert? MAGNIFICO, as in NEVER A DULL MOMENT.!

They are saying that a review must be as objective as can be--as if one could determine the number of grams of licks, runs, hooks, keys, pitch, melisma, vibrato, guitar solo, piano solo, drum staccato per musical set. Until we have such quantitative references, a review can never be objective. Or that's just me.

Benito da bomb!!!! I soo feel u bro! it was sooo da bomb!!!!! stokin awesome!!! E was magnificent! E sang his heart out and we went wild!! :bounce: thud!!! :thud: danced my feet off as E rocked da house and E looked over my way and pointed at me! omg!!!! thud!!!! swoon!!! call da dr baby! get me some ice!!! :thud: :thud: :awe: :cheerleader1: :elliottelliott: :thud: :rocker: we got to meet him again too and he remembered us and gave me a hug and said i saw u out there! omg! i don't think i'll ever recover! ur post is awesome!!! to say 'good post' is an understatement! it was tremendous! luved it! thanks so much! u rock!! :rocker: :etrain: i posted few highlights and updated da blog! enjoy! luv u E!!! ;)

http://ibelieveinmysoul.blogspot.com/

Thanks, Elliott!fan. So you tarried just to see for the nth time Elliott Baby! Me, I was sizing up the place, hoping to see an ambulance; but none, nada, so I did not dare approach E lest I would die in no time, he-he-he. Levity aside, I had some pressing business, plus I had to file my recap early the next day.

QUOTE (itslate @ May 23 2007, 12:49 PM)

Excellent Review!!!

Can I just say one thing, not to sound negative, but Philadelphia (my hometown) is "The City of Brotherly Love" :) (well not really, but that's their slogan lol).

Thanks, Itslate! Before the Phillies skin me alive, I have to explain: I have been forever aware that you own the patent to the monicker "City of Brotherly Love". But faced with the reality of two male Elliott fans smooching with nary a care in the world, I had to borrow it. See, Elliott has this mission to spread love and world peace, and we sure are getting there (with Elliott of course). This beats firing Ak-47s and other deadly thingamajigs just to get your message across.

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