The Day When Adam’s Hair Went DOWN:)
I am not completely sure that anyone in my position should write a review of his concert. That position would be of a certain someone who, when the beats sounding off the beginning of Adam’s concerts blast through the ear drums, gets an instant adrenaline rush and a smile plastered on their face. Why that happens is beyond me, it iss a Pavlov reflex most probably. It seems that I am preconditioned to enjoy it, a trait developed over the years of Adam infallibly bringing pleasure and joy into my life.
The songs were amazing and wonderful, all of them. I know them by heart and they feel so familiar to me, that I don’t even stop to appreciate them properly; I take their awesomeness a little bit for granted. They are like water, you enjoy it without mentally expressing your undying love to it every time you take a sip. But I do love water and I do love his songs. Both are very much responsible for my well-being:)
What is it then that makes me stay awake until three AM watching blurry and choppy streams? It is Adam himself, more specifically, Adam only. You never know what you are going to get with him, showmanship-wise. The spectrum of the vibes, energy and moods he keeps bringing to the stages is diverse and intriguing and it keeps me interested. It depends on many variables: the audience, the country, the occasion and his own mojo at the time. There is one constant though – his voice is never less than perfect. That constant aside, each and every concert is a candy in a huge candy box filled with different flavored candies – need I say candy again? Adam, candy, you get it? Pavlov must be turning in his grave right now:) So far, I lucked out in getting all my favorite ones. Methinks this particular box contains only my favorites:)
What happened in Orlando definitely did not stay in Orlando – during the stream people were checking in from all over the world. It added a lot to my excitement, like I needed an extra boost. I didn’t, of course, because Adam… Adam was exhilarated. He was moving and jumping and dancing and smiling and cracking jokes like he had just won a lottery, like a goldfish had just granted him all his wishes, like he had found a pot of gold AND three hot twinks at the end of the rainbow. So happy to be there, to sing, to talk to his audience. Enjoying himself to the fullest and looking like all that other stuff, that enormous part of his life which needs to happen in order for him to even be there, was not even a shadow on the wall, it was not even an echo in the back corners of his mind at that moment.
He seems to be able to focus not only mentally, but emotionally as well. He reminds me of an athlete, a long distance runner, in that focus; but unlike athletes, Adam never behaves like he is solely focused on his goal, on getting there as quickly and efficiently as he can. He is more of a quality time kind of guy himself, not only acknowledging and appreciating his own personal happy moments, but the happy moments of his audience, too. We are here, we are together, all happy to be here and together, and if that right there isn’t stuff awesomeness is made of, I don’t know what is.
Adam gives a lot, inevitably seasoning the songs with that extra special kick of his own fabulousness, spicing them up with his personal flavor his fans are so fond of. He is very convincing and persuasive in the way he gives, almost overwhelming, blurring the lines, making people make grabby hands at him, not only metaphorically speaking. Well… I will say that no one would be surprised if there was a sign on Adam’s concerts saying: “Do not touch”.
On a more serious note, Adam does have that quality to him, as an artist, which makes him a worthy stanning material – he does not save himself, he does not strategize, he does not rationalize – he actually gives himself. And we can have him, in a way that he wants us to have him, for the time of the concert. It’s a beautiful thing.
It does not always happen, that alignment of stars. When it does, you go around with a goofy smile, deeply satisfied, like you just bumped into a great book and stayed up all night to read it because it was that awesome, and you keep looking at people around you who are blissfully unaware what they missed, and you want to shake them and bring them to awareness. That’s what Adam in Orlando made me feel: I am a little bit sorry for everyone who missed it. Adam has made an altruist out of me, so I am more than willing to go around shaking people by the shoulder, asking them:
“Oh, you have to see this Adam Lambert concert!”
“We know, we know, you think he is fabulous…”
“But he was especially amazing tonight! He was on fire!”
“You mean even more than he normally is, because you keep saying…”
“Yeah! Even his hair went down!”
“Excuse me?”
Oh I know, I need a better plan. But you catch my drift. It would take a lot of explanation and probably a lot of weird looks from everyone if I started talking about the perfection that is Adam’s hair and every hair of the said hair – how it defies spotlights and reflectors and Adam’s vigorous jumping and what not, through different countries and climates, remaining in the exact same position arranged by Adam himself. It’s an extra-terrestrial hair for sure, geographically and climatically unchallenged. And it finally went down – in Orlando. Without Adam’s consent, without its own volition. You can say it was the humidity and sweat – I say it was Adam letting go completely, of all the subtexts and contexts and pretexts and backgrounds. It was 100% Naked Love, metaphorically speaking. It was a love fest on a triangle of Adam, us and his music, flowing freely in all directions. And just like his hair, I am down with that, but unlike his hair, because, duh, let's not enter the realm of fables here, I can’t wait for the next concert:)))
PS/// I did not go to his concert, I watched the stream, from miles and miles away… and these are my impressions.
PPS/// All this thanks to
BUTTERKNIFE 
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PPPS/// Good night:)))
