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First Time Kind of Girl. My new (unedited, sorry) blog on Adam Lambert. Hope you'll enjoy!
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OCTOBER 07, 2016 @ 23:52
FIRST TIME KIND OF GIRL When I take a look back on the past several years that I’ve spent being aware of Adam Lambert and his particular brand of awesome and irresistible, I would say that the most exciting moments for me have always been the first times – the first time I hear the first single from his album, the first live performance of any song, the first show of a tour, the first glimpse at his other, non-singing related jobs such as acting, hosting, judging or modeling. The first time I’ve realized that wasn’t until recently, until his first show of the last tour with Queen in Israel. It has dawned on me with absolute and undeniable clarity then what a spectacular and shameless slut I have been all these years for my first times with Adam. I even have little rituals and special practices reserved for them and everything.
I would do everything in my power to secure an undisturbed and uninterrupted time for the event. I would lovingly and gently tend to my laptop’s needs, so as to keep it cool and well-rested, because in all honesty, I wouldn’t put it past me to toss it outside the window if it crashed during the event. If available, snacks and beverages of choice would be placed within my reach, so as to obtain maximum comfort and enjoyment. It sounds crazy, but, it’s the truth.
In my defense, I really do that only for the first times. There are several reasons for that, but the biggest one is definitely my insatiable curiosity for anything and everything related to Adam Lambert. My desire to know and experience the unveiling of any artistic expression of his is immense and the excitement beyond anything I could possibly feel during repeated performances. Even though the original high of the initial years of my stanning has transformed into deep and loyal affection, I get hurled right back into it during every premiere with equal frenzy and delirium. I can’t really help it and I’m not sure I want to – all the excitement, trepidation and increased heart rate are so worth it.
Not even the fact that I know his first performances aren’t always his best cannot deter me. He is the kind of artist who gets better and better with each show, learning from his mistakes and improving himself to the best of his abilities. But, while some of his fans calculate with serious dedication which show would see him at his best and purchase their tickets accordingly, I, a virginal fan from another world, crave so strongly only for the first times because nothing can and ever will compare to it in my book. The first time I get a taste of the matter of my desires, get soaked to the bone with myriad of impressions he throws my way so hard I nearly topple over from the force of it; the voice, the moves, the songs, the interpretation, the fashion…
Oh, the fashion! The lace top he wore during the Israeli show is bound to go down in history as the sexiest item of clothing I’ve ever seen him wear, due to couple of reasons. One is the unexpected level of revelation from Adam and the sheer surprise of it. I found it devastatingly sexy, that complete embracement of one’s true form, the realization that sexiness isn’t perfection, it never is – it is acceptance, it is that sweet challenge and offering. The other is the intriguing contrast between his masculine physique and the delicacy of the lace, which instantly sent my mind into overdrive, wondering if it had stumbled upon a new fashion preference or a hidden kink I never even knew I had. Adam has hundreds of perfect looks and a few ridiculous misses, but somehow this green-haired, sweaty, imperfect, lace-wrapped edition of him that accentuates the parts he normally hides and hides the parts he normally accentuates has swiped me off my feet faster than he could instagram it and tag it “butch queen”. Which was pretty fast.
It is difficult to speak intelligently about all the elements which take part in leaving such strong impressions because they clash and collide and generally leave me in dazed awe for years after. But, one that I don’t even have a right word for, the one I believe is the first element of his performance that he decides upon when he plans it and then builds everything else around it is the vibe of it. He is the uncrowned champion of vibes because he can make any and every. I can’t even list them all: the futuristic, sci-fi aloofness of his first TOH show; the transcendental, almost religious first live performance of Better than I Know Myself; the rage and defiance of the first live For Your Entertainment performance; the first, earth-shattering glimpse of his silhouette during the Belfast performance with Queen; the delicateness and surprising tenderness of his harmonies in Titanium with Angie; the most promising gif of him as Eddie; the shock and perfection of his country music awards performance with Leona Lewis; the camped-up brilliance of his Killer Queen; the ever so emotional Outlaws of Love in rainy Canada; and Runnin, oh the mind-blowing gift of Runnin. His scope is insane. When you have such an artist before you, you don’t compare his performances to decide where he is best at and limit him to it because that would be a crime, an insanity. Adam isn’t a linear type of artist, functioning in a single dimension. The exact number of dimensions he functions in is yet to be determined. He is the metaphorical acrobat trying to artistically explore every dimension his mind has intellectually supplied him with.
The other huge reason why such moments are so thrilling is because they are quite risky; they are always a gamble, especially with an artist like Adam. The fact itself increases the level of excitement for me. Art should never be a safe bet. And with Adam’s inherent broadness, you may get more than you bargained for. He is a study in contrasts and has been known to confuse and baffle those prone to uniformity and conformism. He will always be a bigger picture of the one they have of him. He is always so big, period. He is the ice-cream all over your mouth and peach juice dripping down your arm; he is the frosting escaping the cake, the wine splattering your white blouse; he is the rose bushes overflowing your balcony and tree crowns bent with wind; he is the unruly hair sticking to the sweaty forehead and silly grimaces defying the beauty of his face. He is the colours outside the line. He is the excess that you love or hate, that you will either lick and eat up with gusto and a smile, or mock and ridicule in ignorance. His success will always be expected, but never guaranteed - with Adam, you never know which flavor will burst over your tongue when you bite into him. Only he knows what his plans are and I have long stopped even trying to guess what a song or a performance of his would be like. I want to take everything he has to offer without raking through his offerings like through a bowl of strawberries, searching for smaller and greener ones to toss them out. He is all kinds of strawberries.
That element of surprise is everything. Even when it’s not perfect, even when I don’t always like it, the fire that his first performances light in me burns too good to be switched for the brushed up perfection of the later ones. But sometimes, more often than not, and for me, almost always, those exact same first performances are completely and utterly perfect. Forget the fire; forget the excitement, because it is then that I reach the nirvana. I’m in a particularly good mood these days, since a few hints have been dropped that he is working on his fourth album and that can mean one thing and one thing only – there are many nirvana-inducing events in my near future. Life is good. Life is a strawberry.
