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Post by lelemaple on Jul 17, 2017 21:41:06 GMT -5
If Brian comes out at the Cleveland encore in a LeBron James jersey I will flip, as he seems to be wearing sports-themed gear, but maybe something from the Rock Hall would be more appropriate.
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Post by pi on Jul 17, 2017 21:51:33 GMT -5
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Post by pi on Jul 17, 2017 22:00:02 GMT -5
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Post by pi on Jul 17, 2017 22:02:08 GMT -5
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Post by adamrocks on Jul 17, 2017 22:16:30 GMT -5
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Post by adamrocks on Jul 17, 2017 22:17:31 GMT -5
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Post by adamrocks on Jul 17, 2017 22:18:22 GMT -5
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Post by adamrocks on Jul 17, 2017 22:19:46 GMT -5
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Post by adamrocks on Jul 17, 2017 22:20:45 GMT -5
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Post by momtomany on Jul 17, 2017 22:21:18 GMT -5
I wonder if some people even realize what they're witnessing.
Of course, it's not Freddie. We all know that.
What they are experiencing, vibrating through their bones, is the music of Queen and the voice of Adam. Would Freddie make the marrow shake? I don't know. I'll never know, so we'll leave it.
Let's just talk about THIS. Let's make the conversation about the spectacle we've just seen. And what you've seen, buddies, is Adam Fucking Lambert take you into his hand; twist you and wring you out; and fling you to the heights. He's carried the hopes of Brian and Roger on his broad shoulders; he's assured them, and the crew - everyone from the guys who assemble the stage and lock in the lights, to the people who lay the tape and bring the water and watch the lines - that he can do this. He will bring us out of ourselves; we'll stomp and sway, sing and cry. We will be brought into the exquisite moment of being. This is his promise. And it happens, every night.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Adam.
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