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Citation :6th on 'American Idol,' tops to WMass fans
Sunday, March 18, 2007
I'd never heard of Kellie Pickler. I'll admit it. Nor have I ever watched "American Idol," marking me as a member of a dwindling tribe destined for extinction. And so it was that I drove down Route 10 on a polar bear night with a notebook, a handful of Google, and a clean slate regarding the phenomenon named Kellie Pickler.

Word leaked out that Pickler would be performing at the Opa Opa Steakhouse and Brewery in Southampton. Imagine a presidential motorcade heading down Route 10 and you get some idea of the traffic situation. People were parking blocks away. Police stopped cars as Pickler fans crossed the street. Opa Opa was reaching critical mass.

A Secret Service-type guy stopped me at the front door.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said. "We're not letting anyone else in."

I flashed my press card, known to open doors around the world and get you into the sheep-shearing barn at the Three County Fair. He stepped aside.

The scene inside Opa Opa recalled some pagan feast. Hundreds of people sat amidst plates of picked-over bones, potato skins and blots of ketchup. Others stood waiting. Some had arrived more than two hours earlier. The din of voices was deafening as the crowd waited for the singer to arrive.

My research shows that Kellie Pickler is a 20-year-old North Carolina native who has already had a lifetime's worth of heartache. Her mother abandoned her. Her father did jail time. Her grandparents raised her.

Pickler came in sixth on "American Idol," but had enough talent and determination to keep on going. She got a recording contract, made a CD, and released a hit single. She set out on a concert circuit that includes steakhouses and who knows what else. Kellie Picker used to waitress at a drive-in, so she's not snobby.

Now here she was, blonder than truth itself, coming through the front door of Opa Opa with her entourage. Immaculate white blouse. Tight gray jeans. High black boots. She looked like someone you'd see on TV. Pickler humbly acknowledged the love as some burley guys hustled her through the crowd to the Opa Opa office, where she presumably warmed up after her dash in from the cold.

Her fans, many of them young girls, love Pickler because of her voice, her story, her looks. I was surprised to find, however, that there were plenty of people like me at Opa Opa who had little or no idea who she was. Nonetheless, everyone had a camera. This was a chance to see an almost-famous person in person.

To riotous applause, Pickler soon came out and took her place by the exit between two guitarists, close enough to the nearest table that you could pop a fry in her mouth. She sang some original songs in a rather nice voice. Although she's on the petite side, Pickler doesn't come off as shy. She bantered with the crowd like a pro and told stories between tunes in her fine North Carolina accent. The best was about meeting her own American idol, Dolly Parton. Pickler was so nervous, she admitted, that all she could say for the first five minutes was "Oh, my God!" Finally, she asked, "Are you real?"

"Honey," replied Dolly, "there is no such thing as a real Dolly Parton."

Someone at Opa Opa called out, "Are you the real Kellie Pickler?"

Pickler made a joke of it, then sang another song. She's not my idol, but I thought she was real.

source:
http://www.masslive.com/news/republican ... xml&coll=1

Citation :March 26, 2007
WEEKLY FEATURE



She was my grandma. Now she's my angel

Always There

By Kellie Pickler
Nashville, Tennessee


They say the best songs—especially the best country songs—come from the heart. I’m here to tell you that’s true, and then some. Last year I was a contestant on TV’s American Idol. Competing against thousands of singers, I made it to the top six before being voted off, and was grateful to have come so far. Right away offers came in from big Nashville songwriters to write material for me. I was flattered, but in the end I figured I had to try telling my own story my own way. After all, country singing is about life. Real life. And who’s going to be better at talking about my life than me?

Country songs are also about heartaches, and I’ve had my share of those. Most folks know by now that I had some tough times as a kid. My mom took off when I was two. My dad was in and out of jail. Neither one of them gave me much to write inspiring songs about. That job was left to someone else. A lady named Faye Pickler. My grandmother. I dedicated my first album, Small Town Girl, to her. The last song on the album, “My Angel,” tells the whole story. There’s an old dirt driveway I mention in that song. It ran straight from the main road to the front door of Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Grandma had an easy chair that looked out the big front window, and her view went straight to the street. Whoever was coming, she could see from a long way off.

Grandma could see a lot of other things coming too. Like what I was heading for in life. My dad’s house was right across the way, just a big field between the two, with a path running through it. After Mom took off and Dad’s troubles got worse, I got to know that path pretty well. Seemed I was running toward Grandma’s more often than heading home. Life was confusing back then, and I didn’t ever know what to expect from one minute to the next. By the time I started school, I was living with Grandma and Grandpa full-time. There was a little shelf of kids’ books right inside their door. My favorite was a songbook full of hymns. Amazing Grace, Jesus Loves Me, all those old favorites. Grandma and I would sit together on the porch with that book in our laps and sing our way right through it. I got lost in those songs. If I was feeling sad, mixed-up or scared before we started, by the time we were a couple bars in, my troubles took a backseat. There was a power at work in those songs that you can’t put words to—that you just feel in your bones. I knew Grandma felt it too.

Grandma used those times to help me build up my confidence—something any child from a broken family can always use a little extra of.

Everyday when I got off the school bus, there was one thing I could count on: Grandma. She was at the end of that old dirt driveway, waiting just for me. Year in and year out. No matter what. When I stepped off that bus I knew I’d see her—either looking out from the big picture window or, if the weather was warm, standing in the front yard. She was always there.

Grandma had had a rough life herself. You know the expression “dirt poor”? Well, that was my grandparents. They were teenage sweethearts. They knew from the moment they met that they were going to get married, but they weren’t looking at a whole lot of options in life. Grandpa quit school real young when he got tired of being teased for wearing the same clothes everyday. He couldn’t even read till Grandma taught him. He got his GED thanks to her, and later on his electrical license. Grandma knew how important it was to have someone rooting for you—someone who believed in you 100 percent. And she believed in me every bit as much as she believed in Grandpa.

In all the years I knew her, Grandma’s health was never good. She had rheumatoid arthritis and gout—a painful combination. She was in pain much of the time. I mean, really hurting. Not that she ever admitted to it. Even if she’d been awake till four in the morning with her arthritis, she was always up the next day to get me ready for school, almost as if she drew some kind of strength from her pain. And don’t think that we spent all our time out on that porch, either. If she was feeling well enough she’d take me out back to pick apples or plant daffodils—our favorite flower. Daffodils, Grandma told me, are the flower of hope. We planted bulbs all around the house. “All you have to do to know that God is up there watching out for all of us,” she told me, “is look at a daffodil in bloom.”
But then Grandma was diagnosed in 2002 with an illness she couldn’t smile her way through: lung cancer. I was 15 and a sophomore in high school when she passed away. After a funeral there’s always tons of relatives milling around, tons of food. But there comes a time when the last of the friends and guests have left, the last of the leftovers have been eaten and it’s time to move on. Time to get back to life—or what’s left of it. For Grandpa and me life was Grandma—end of story. Everywhere we looked in that house there was something that reminded us of her. The night of our first real supper without Grandma neither of us could sit down at the dining room table. We both just sort of stood there, staring at it. There was my chair. There was Grandpa’s chair. In between was Grandma’s. Empty. Like the house. Like our lives.
“Grandpa, it’s too lonely in here without Grandma,” I finally said. “Let’s just go eat in the living room.” That’s what we did too—that night and the ones after it. If I thought I knew what emptiness felt like before, I was wrong. When I came home from my first day of school after the funeral, I looked down that dirt driveway. For the first time no one was waiting for me. I loved Grandpa dearly, but Grandma looked after him just as much as she did me. Who on earth would care for us now?

It was a long time before Grandpa and I moved our meals back into the kitchen. And just as long before I could walk down that long driveway and feel at peace. But in time, I could. Along with everything else, it turned out Grandma had been passing along another gift to me over those years. Something I didn’t know I was getting, but that was flowing into me with every song we sang on that porch. Strength. The kind of strength that comes from only one place. The peaceful place I lost myself in when Grandma and I were singing those hymns. The strength of faith.

Another spring came, and one day, walking down that long dirt driveway, I could see that the daffodils were up again, bright and cheerful as ever, all around the house. Grandma’s flower of hope.

In the fall of 2005, with the memory of all those porch songs in my heart, I made the long drive to Greensboro, North Carolina, to try out for American Idol. And the rest, as they say, is history. Much as he hates to travel, Grandpa flew to L.A. to watch me perform. How much do I wish Grandma could’ve been there too? Well, I don’t need to tell you. But, in a way—a very real way—she was. There isn’t a time I open my mouth to sing I don’t feel her right there beside me.
Just as sure as she sat there with me on that porch swing, Grandma’s still rooting for me, believing in me 100 percent. She’s there for me. Always. My angel. For more on this story, see Family Room.

source:
http://www.guidepostsmag.com/WEEKLY_FEA ... 03/26/2007

Felix pourquoi,tu cree juste pas un topic de Kellie comme Nouvelles De Kellie

~*Chris*~  a écritFelix pourquoi,tu cree juste pas un topic de Kellie comme Nouvelles De Kellie

Je vais suivre ton conseil...

Kellie fait la une du magazine où l'article précédent a paru

Pour vous...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQutyR8Cz3k

Citation :Brooks & Dunn Slated for CMA Music Festival



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Brooks & Dunn, Jo Dee Messina, Kellie Pickler and Taylor Swift are the latest artists added to the performance schedule at the CMA Music Festival taking place June 7-10 in downtown Nashville. Previously-announced performers include Big & Rich,, Dierks Bentley, Vince Gill, Alan Jackson, Little Big Town, Martina McBride, Reba McEntire, Brad Paisley, LeAnn Rimes, Sugarland, Carrie Underwood and Gretchen Wilson. Most of the concerts will be held during the day at Riverfront Park and at night at LP Field, home of the Tennessee Titans.

source:
http://www.cmt.com/artists/news/1556255 ... llie.jhtml

Citation :By RICHARD HUFF
DAILY NEWS TV EDITOR

Posted Monday, April 16th 2007, 4:00 AM



Kellie Pickler knows well the way "American Idol" can be a life-changing experience.

A year ago, she finished sixth in the Fox competition. Tonight, she's a presenter and award nominee in the "Breakthrough Video of the Year" category on the "2007 CMT Music Awards," set to air at 8.

"It's crazy how your life can change in a year," she says. "My whole life has done a complete 180."

She's not complaining, of course. Thanks to "American Idol," she's gotten a record deal, done bits on the "Tonight Show" and co-hosted "The View." Fox is developing a sitcom for her. And CMT tapped Pickler to host a video preview show that aired last week.

"You have to adapt quickly," she says. "This is what I've wanted since I was a little girl. It's a lot to adjust to, and if this is bad, then I've got it good."

Increased attention just means you have to be more careful, she says.

"You don't want to slip up and make a mistake because people are watching you all the time," she says. "You're not allowed to make mistakes."

To that end, she doesn't read gossip columns or celebrity magazines, and even stops friends before they tell her what they've read - about her.

"I always wanted everyone to like me," she says. "I read some great things, and read some really, really horrible things, things that were just fabricated."

Instead, she says, she's just going about her career. The next step, of course, comes tonight when she's surrounded by some of her country music idols. She cried when she first met Martina McBride - this week's "Idol" mentor.

"When I was younger, I would watch CMT and see Martina McBride and Reba McEntire and think, 'Wouldn't it be cool to see a Kellie Pickler video come on right after Sara Evans?'" she says. "I'm just thrilled to be in the same room with all these artists I've admired my whole life."

As for actually winning an award, Pickler isn't betting on bringing home a trophy tonight on CMT. She's up against the Wreckers, Jason Aldean and Taylor Swift.

"Well, you know, I never win anything," she laughs. "I lost 'Idol.' But if losing gets me in this forum, then I'll just be a big ol' loser."

source:
http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainmen ... ntry_.html

pour mon plaisir...lol!!


By Robert Deutsch, USA TODAY

source:
http://www.usatoday.com/life/music/news ... htm?csp=34

j'veux pas être méchante mais... elle aime vraiment ça montrer ses boules silicônées!

Au moins, elle a pas payé pour rien !

Par pur plaisir...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0nnm34JoC8

Honnetement,J'aime vrmt cette chanson

Pour ceux qui veulent mieux la connaitre...

ACM & GAC Present Kellie Pickler - Part 1

http://youtube.com/watch?v=hZthkKACc4w

ACM & GAC Present Kellie Pickler - Part 2

http://youtube.com/watch?v=euhS1X8owBw

Citation :Kellie Pickler's "I Wonder" Brings Opry Crowd To Their Feet

NASHVILLE , TN – Performing at the Grand Ole Opry is always approached with reverence and honor for every country artist, and for the experience to end with a standing ovation is the ultimate in Hillbilly Heaven. Kellie Pickler experienced that nirvana on Saturday night with her current and top 25 single, “I Wonder,” a song she wrote about her mother.

Sitting on the edge of the Opry stage with a simple introduction of “This song is very special to me, it’s one that I wrote to my mother,” Kellie’s powerful and emotional delivery earned the spunky singer songwriter a standing ovation. “I never thought in a million years this was even a possibility,” she said.

“I Wonder” draws from Kellie’s life experiences. Kellie’s mother left her when she a child, and Kellie was raised by her grandparents and her father when he was not incarcerated. Kellie was left to wonder, did her mom ever think about her or would she even recognize her? California was one of the last places Kellie knew her mother to be, which Kellie references in the song.

In addition to “I Wonder,” the ACM Top New Female nominee opened the show with “9 To 5,” a rousing tribute to her idol Dolly Parton, and then performing her Top 15 single, “Red High Heels.” She also sang “Things That Never Cross A Man’s Mind,” another song from her gold selling debut album, Small Town Girl.

Kellie takes these songs and more on the road beginning Thursday in Chattanooga where she opens for Brad Paisley’s Bonfires & Amplifiers Tour. Against better judgment and advice, Kellie continues the playful trash talk in the pre-game of the prank-wars that Brad is well known for. Stay tuned…

source:
http://www.kelliefans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=22487

Kellie a atteint le 500,000 copies d'album vendues

Yahooo

http://www.myspace.com/kelliepickler

Une Gros Bravo Pour Elle

Son album est vraiment bons

Kellie s'en donne à coeur joie...



Citation :For Brad Paisley, the tricks by Kellie Pickler, Jack Ingram, Taylor Swift are on "Ticks"
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Monday, May 7, 2007 – Brad Paisley continued his 2007 Hershey's Presents Bonfires and Amplifiers Tour this past weekend with stops in Evansville, Ind. and Moline and Champaign, Ill., playing to more than 25,000 fans. And the pranks started as well thanks to Jack Ingram, Taylor Swift and Kelli Pickler, Paisley's opening acts on the tour.

On Friday in Moline, Swift, Pickler and Ingram joined forces to play a prank on Paisley doing his current hit single, "Ticks."

Swift and Pickler went on stage in tick costumes, and Ingram soon joined them , wearing a "Jack's Pest Control" costume. The song can be viewed at YouTube at

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4JFul5Ff50

This week, Paisley and company stop in St. Louis, Kansas City, Mo. and Dallas. While in St. Louis on Thursday, Paisley will be filming a concert special for GAC that will air on Father's Day - June 17.

source:
http://www.countrystandardtime.com/news ... e_on_Ticks

--Message edité par felix le 2007-05-07 22:13:44--

Taylor Swift and Kellie Pickler