12.3.14 Adam News and Info

It does, indeed. I was next to bamafan at the Chicago QAL concert, and the two young women - Queen fans - were haughty and disrespectful towards us before the curtain rose; as well as through the concert. We were 'Glamberts' and of a certain age; and that was enough for them.
Well, so what??
I've tried, as well, to convince my friends that Adam is the icon for the 21st century.
Why don't they believe me? I don't get it! I've given them CDs; they've seen the video of IZOD and my ten seconds (it gets shorter every time) singing with AFL; they really are happy I'm happy . . . but they are staying home while I'm heading to London in the dead of winter; wondering why I'm doing this ridiculous thing.
You guys - we are of a different breed. We are not going to bring the masses to Adam's feet. He will need to do it himself. He can only do it himself.
In the end, when all is said and done, I think he will have the world in the gaze of his beguiling eyes.
I have a husband who really, really likes Adam. Almost as much as he loves me. He checks out Adam's comings and goings, in hopes he can tell me what's up before I already know. He does it because he loves me; and I don't forget this devotion for a moment - ever.
But I've never converted a soul. Not one. Not one friend out of many friends. They love me still, and allow me my flailing and joy - but they do not FEEL what I feel. Sometimes I think they try! Like I say, we are a different breed. What is it? Just the voice? The eyebrows? The shoulders? The androgyny? The masculinity? The friendliness? The challenge? The sex? The fucking unapologetic glambulge? The intelligence? Those lips? The gauges? The freckles? Just the voice, again? The sweet kindness? The rock edge? The sophistication? The elegance? The joy?
Well. It's gotta be the DNA. The communion of something completely organic; surreptitiously organic and perfect that has made me different. Life is just not the same. Hasn't been for almost six years. I won't tell you how the brilliance of life propels me; because I think I'm preaching to the choir.
I wish everyone on this earth could feel the inspiration of Adam. But they won't. So - in lieu of spinning with me, I only hope that his voice - which will only reach further into the consciousness of us all, as years go by - will find a way through the clouds;  a sad heart; a lonesome life; a shattered dream; a broken soul . . . and create something better than today.