2012, here we come!

This year has really flown...

Luckily. the mid-point brought us the amazing album that is This Loud Morning. Since then, silence has been so dreadfully boring...I hope you would agree. It has been wonderful getting to know so many of David's people, and I know I have lifelong friends in many of you. We've seen practically every high and low imaginable, but nothing has been able to shake our loyalty thus far. That is because we are unstoppable. Granted, our fan family isn't as large as some, but size doesn't matter. The loyal fans are the ones who buy the music, see the shows, and stick by David in all circumstances. I have been very fortunate to be a part of this fandom, and don't ever plan to leave.

Thank you guys for the smiles and laughter, and even the virtual hugs during hard times. You are all such blessings, not just to me, but to everyone around you. 2012 is only going to be filled with more adventures, and I can't wait to share them with all of you.

This Loud Fandom will be heard!

It has come to my attention, as well as other fans, that we are, to put it bluntly, being screwed over. Day after day, RCA tweets their happy little butts off. About whom, you ask? ANYONE but David. That's who. Seems that way anyway. Once in a while they throw out a tweet for him *golf claps*...but its not enough.

It's been nearly six months since This Loud Morning came out, and the sales are less than stellar. It is NOT our fault, but RCA's. They have done NOTHING to help boost sales since the album was released. They did well enough before it was out, so why stop?

This, dear Word Nerds, is where we come in. I know we've all probably developed carpal tunnel from the endless hours we've spent voting for his songs and videos, not to mention hitting "redial" on our phones to bombard our local radio stations with requests, but it's worth it, right?

This is going to be a short one today, but I hope the point is clear. David needs our help!!

He just came off of a tour, leaving an impact on those of us who were fortunate enough to see a  show, whether in person, or on UStream, and there were a few shows on the tour that left a lasting impact on us. Don't let the high die down just because it's over! Post videos from the shows to twitter, facebook, and everywhere you can so people can see David the way wew do: as a bona fide rocker with a heart the size of the universe!

Places you can go to connect with other Crusaders:

http://tinyurl.com/cvd25e3 (This Loud Fandom Forum)

http://tinyurl.com/7cthxno  (This Loud Fandom Headquarters)

Got distracted by COOKIES!!

I just realized that I have not wrtten anyting in a while...here, anyway. Why? Because I've been distracted by Cookies! No, not David or Andrew, but the baked, edible kind! Although you could bake and eat David and Andrew if you wanted, but what fun would that be?

Anyway...

I've also taken up noveling! Or, as I call it, writing a giant fanfiction that meets the word count goal! HUZZAH! When I started, part of me wondered what I had gotten myself into. 33,000 words and two random bird mobs later, I'm not so skeptical anymore!You'd be better off not asking about that...lol

Cutting this short, but I will blog again soon!

Come on, make me jealous.

*SIGH* I admit it. I'm suffering from "I still haven't met David Cook" envy. So, to further feed my jealousy, I want to make this post about YOU. If you've met him, talked to him, hugged him, or all of the above wrapped into one, I want to hear about it. I'll be okay, promise. As I sit here, typing away, chewing on a piece of Apple Pie gum, *thank you Cyndi!!* I now realize it's been two weeks since I blew my chance to be like you all. But enough about me...Comment away and tell me every detail, or at least what you can remember.

Short blog tonight, but I have marriage homework to do. Until next time!!

Come back to me!!

It's been a week since I saw David last, and I'm having major withdrawals today. Sitting here after watching 3 hours worth of sexy vampire anime, I decided it's time to whine a little.

If you're against this, click the X on the top-right corner of your browser window now.

If you're with me, break out the tissues and violins! *cracks knuckles* Here goes.

Exactly one week ago today, probably down to the exact hour, I was in Denver anxiously awaiting the moment I would see my hero take the stage, after over 2 years of anticipation! Or is it torture?...

Kira and I (God bless her for going with me) didn't have VIP passes, because I decided to be cheap and NOT buy my chance to stare into the face of Mr. Sexy. Yes, I know.

DAVID COOK FANS CAN NOT SAVE MONEY!

We can try, but it's so hard. Ask my bank account, and it'll tell you it still doesn't understand why I  needed 4 copies of This Loud Morning. One of them came with a signed booklet...but I feel guilty. Not because I bought four, but because I didn't buy more than that! Point your fingers and blame the less than stellar sales on me...I'm gonna go cry in the corner.

Anyway.

We wandered aimlessly, then decided it was too hot to wait around and went to the Wendy's across the street. This is where I can honestly say I do not deserve to be a DC fan.

Kira looks over, sees a guy walking in the same direction as us, with GORGEOUS rock band dude hair. Now, what happens next, could have been prevented. Read on, kids.

She hasn't been sucked into the DC fandom near as deep as we have, so she had an excuse for this.

I, however, deserve the tar and feather treatment.

Okay, I'm avoiding the subject.

Kira points out that Mr. Sexy rocker hair should be in a band. My mind was elsewhere, so I quickly glanced over and agreed with her. Turns out, it was Kyle! As in Peek! As in the percussion section of the Mother F-ing ANTHEMIC!

Just shoot me now. It gets worse. He ended up getting in line behind us, and we still said nothing. Fabulous. That could have been the key to SO many things! Oh well. He probably thought we were weird anyway for ordering fries and a frosty for dinner.

So after that ordeal, it was near showtime! We got in line, got into the theater, ended up about 3 rows back from the stage on Devin's side, which would have been Neal's. Traitor. Just kidding.

The show was great...I am in love with Carolina Liar now, Kira is in love with Devin, the merch guy almost lost his head for being a jerk, and I hope I never see that security guard again. Let me repeat my sign moment, you...something!

Thats what I get for not taking my midol...sigh. David was on fire, as if that's anything new. He's such an amazing performer, and I was happy to have been so close to him. Next time he's here, I WILL meet him. Of course, I will be a married woman by that time...so no running away with the band for me!

Cry...

To sum it all up:

Kyle eats at Wendys.
David is sexy.
Don't ask about afterparties, just buy stuff.
David is sexy.
Security guy was just jealous of me.
And...

David is sexy.

If Billie Jean isn't your lover, can I be?

I know what you're thinking. Get in line, sister!

Or, you're engaged! Back off!

Just being silly...it's after midnight and God knows if I'll ever sleep tonight...*shakes fist*

It's David's fault. That's right. I don't think I've been in my right mind since he entered it. I certainly haven't been since my sort-of-encounter with him in June of '09. June 26th, specifically. I should mention that the title of this blog ties not only to David, but to Michael Jackson. He's another musical genius, and the day he died was a sad one indeed. Being able to see David the day after that tragedy made things a little better, and made me see him in a whole different way. I always knew Dave had a heart if gold, but this night confirmed it for me.

Why?

Because... He was on his first solo tour. He could have made that night all about him and blew off the event of the past day. DID he? No. He dedicated a moment of his night to a man who touched so many lives in his 50 years. And it was beautiful. He didn't do Billie Jean, as many thought he might. Aspen got it though. At least it happened in my state. Ha.

Oh, you want to know about our monent. before he performed breathe tonight, he took a breather to thank everyone for coming out, and this is where it happened. I had a sign with me, because I wanted to do something cool and get some attention. Not this much...I had the only sign in the crowd! Not just another face, people! In short, he pointed me out, the crowd loved it, and I'm still recovering. He does that...

That's all for now, but this is not the last goodbye!

Hello...

...is it me you're looking for? Sorry, just had to go back to 2008 for a moment. But that moment is not the one that sealed my fate as a broke, squeeing fangirl. It was the first time ever I saw his...nope. Not doing that again. It was Omaha. Yes, the first time anyone had ever heard of David Cook. Unless you frequented the bar he worked at, saw him performing pre-idol, anything like that. But anyway, back to the story. The first time I laid eyes on him, I felt something. Weird, because he hadn't even sung a blessed note. The second he opened his mouth and the words "My name is David Cook" poured out, I was dead. He was so genuine, so different. Not to mention, he was gorgeous. Yes, folks, David Cook was a hottie pants. Still is.

I found myself falling deeper once he began singing "Living on a Prayer". I love that song, and I love Bon Jovi, but this isn't about you, Jon. I loved how Randy and Paula got him, and to this day I'm still confused by Simon. Yes, he is worthy. He's also wordy. Whatever you said, you silly Brit. I love you. But yes, that was the moment my life changed forever. And...it gets better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it. If you're my parents and friends, you'd say it's definitely worse. If you're another one of DC's people, you know exactly where I'm coming from when I say I'd gladly educate anyone who thought otherwise. Can I get an AMEN? I thank God for this man everyday, and I thank him for Andrew. Because this is all his fault. On a side note, I'm roughly 8 hours from Omaha, and had a passing thought about going to those auditions. Still kicking myself for that one. But I guess that was for the best...I could never recover from a beating like that. To conclude, I will say there has never been anyone like David, and there never will be again. He's one of a kind, and that's the way we like it, right? Till next time...