(Tiny humanoid wearing over-sized plumed hat materializes and bows deeply.)
Greetings dear Adamtopians,
It has been so long since my last visit I fear many of you have forgotten me -- so long, in fact, that we have a new home (I followed the breadcrumbs left by the regal Q3 and my beloved Angelkrash) and many new Adamtopians. Yikes!
(Dodges newbies zooming around on razors.) I meant to join you last night but I started a champagne celebration too soon and my Fabricant friends restrained me when I tried to "borrow" a spacecraft. Which was wise, as its doubtful a 1950s saucer would have survived a trip through a wormhole.
My first reaction last night was rather Homeric: "Sing, goddess, of the rage of Glamberts!" But now that I'm sober, I'm feeling a bit more sanguine about the Grammys. I have a few thoughts:
* This is not a zero-sum game. There are enough goodies for all and Adam will have his share. He is too talented to ignore, despite the occasional imbecility of proliferating awards shows.
When he wins his
first Grammy, I hope it will be for a song he wrote and produced, giving naysayers absolutely no traction.
* This is about Adam, not me. It is his gift, his career and I will refrain from trying to dictate or second guess his decisions.
* Adam is "The Voice" of his generation and, possibly, others to follow. This is not just about a glorious sounding instrument and impeccable technique; it's about taste, deep musical knowledge, genre spanning facility. He will influence other singers, who will try to emulate him, most will fail. One need only look at the operatic stage to know how rare some voices are. Add to this all of Adam's other gifts and we should be grateful to be here now to experience his rare talent.
Alas, my dears, I must return to Planet Real Life. I am in a borrowed space craft -- the Fabricants are building me a new ship, but it is taking longer than expected, my last craft having been more damaged than we realized. I do miss you: Angelkrash, Seoulmate, Hoppers, Aloha, all you beautiful Adamtopians. The next time you see me I hope to be in my brand new little space craft. Happy Valentine's Day. Au revoir, mes amis.
(Performs graceful reverence, turns to go, reaches back and grabs handful of miniature champagne lollys, dematerializes.)
