Chris Tapp @christapp123 3hWhat have I been missing ?? @
adamlambert has a voice of perfection! Just became a big fan! I begin my post with the quote above!
I know that many, many of the people who were at iHeart believe the sentiment of "Chris Tapp" - - Hello, stranger no more!
Still exhausted after Las Vegas!
I couldn't sleep the night before; the night of the performance I was up past 3AM reliving the experience with the perfect combination of Adamtopians, white wine purchased at a bar and brought to the hotel room, and the first videos and posts from everyone who experienced the live stream! All of you with there with me and so many others . . . no one could sleep after receiving the energy of Adam and Queen.
I don't need to tell you any more about the performance itself; it's out there and we are in awe. Suspended and speechless.
So, I'll speak to you from my bones.
Adam has reached Queen. He has found the bones of Queen. He has become, in my opinion, the vessel for communicating, in the only 'real life' way he can, the spirit, joy, flamboyance, gawk, brilliance, theatrics and dramatics and honesty - of this exquisite musical creation that lived for a time; and longs to breathe again and again and again. There is something to say and something to be learned. The breath of Queen still needs to meet the rarefied clarity of sky - and bring clouds and winds and the sigh of longing and change. Crazy! This thing called love. Who wants to live forever? Who waits forever, anyway?
I want to ride my bicycle anywhere I like.
The red guitar needs to play. Roger drums to inspire Tiger. The story, the legendary saga of these lives and their music is not done. Adam is helping them compose this last chapter.
Let's do justice to this.
Save, record, remember where you are now. How you knew.
The music of Queen and Freddie will inspire and focus new artists long after we're gone.
Just the other night, I saw it all.
I saw the believer and the catalyst and the soaring voice for the next great wave of change.
Adam may smile and giggle and talk about the clean lines and geometric cleanliness of fashion. But he turns a laser eye to prejudice; slices it open. He focuses on the frays; where the fabric is torn. He is a fixer. His imagination creates a hopeful future; his optimistic reality is focused on paying attention to what needs mending.
I'm grateful this man is helping me pay attention to the flaws. He's teaching me how to sew; how to mend and darn and bring all these messy pieces of humanity together.
I can't describe what blew open inside me as I anticipated Adam nailing the last notes of 'Who Wants To Live Forever?' I knew he would. I watched his body and I knew his voice would sail into his soul. It was a moment of glory. My heart was, and is, open. I felt my knees as I fell into his song. I confess. I have nothing more than love.
Adam leaves me wanting to be expressive; be bigger; be wholesome and happy. I want to make a speech of inspiration to the world in tight shoes. I want to matter! But, if I am left to dream, perhaps it will be in the poetry of my youth.
The joyful dreams rain down . .
the heart kisses a blade of grass.
Far away is a melancholy vastness.
The foxes are sleeping peacefully.
Magically, the lonely shepherd dances.