Forgotten, if not repressed, memories of water-cooler sessions of yore occasionally break free and float to the surface. These are bizarre, ethereal recollections of colleagues discussing Clay Aiken and Ruben Studdard performing "Ain't No Stopping Us Now" on national television and in front of a live audience; pandemonium and a hurried evacuation of the theater did not occur. It was 2003. It was a different time.
These are the things you think about when Aiken's voice is warbling over the soundsystem at the Walgreen's. And, then, they're just as quickly forgotten once more.
Neanderthal-level political messaging, like most Neanderthal-level endeavors, is unattractive. When Ellmers' spokeswoman wrote -- yes, in writing -- that Aiken's "political views more closely resemble those of San Francisco than Sanford," it's a safe bet she's not talking about his views on pedestrian safety
Translated from the native Neanderthal: He's gay, gay, gay.
There are more than a few gay musicians out there, regardless of whether a traveling production of South Pacific is heading through town. Any town. This kind of gay-baiting is as unimaginative and lazy as it is reactionary.
San Francisco is a city in flux. It's hard to say what San Francisco is anymore, and the term "San Francisco values" has long been wielded as a cudgel by those who'd profess to speak for everyone.
This is a difficult place to encapsulate. But, this much is true: This ain't a Clay Aiken kind of town.
That said, best of luck to the man. He's always welcome to visit. And fund-raise.