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I have lurked for awhile and feel like I 'know' some of you a bit by your posts.
But you don't know me. Yesterday's discussion about 'the topic that shall be poofed' got me
in a contemplative place. Why at this point in time am I a fan of Adam Lambert?
I don't believe in accidents or coincidences. One year ago I received an e-mail from Stubhub saying I had won 2 tickets to RMT in NYC. I thought it was a bad joke. Yes, I had voted (which I never, never had done before) because I felt drawn to. I had no idea I had entered the
sweepstakes, so I was stunned. It was legit..I was going to NYC!!
It was bone chilling cold the night of the concert, so my sister and I waited and ended up near the end of the line. Allison Iraheta was already on when we got into the Highline. I remember her flaming hair swirling about the stage. I was either hypothermic or hypersensitized that evening. Everything was so vivid. Allison seemed to disappear amid the screams that spoke "Time for Adam".
He swept in like a tornado in Kansas (swear the man could have made crop circles if he had paid mind to it), looking like a cross between Edward Scissorhands and Marilyn Manson. The way the light was hitting him from my vantage point, it was eerie. Was that Adam??? The Voice.
Yup, that's Adam. He jet propulsed his way through his set with the band and by the time the night ended with Adam, Kris, and Allison wailing 'Crazy',
the place was practically levitating. It was almost manic, the energy. No, it was manic. Not in a bad way.
Mid-July: Glamnation was only its early infancy when I got tickets to Boise, Idaho. I wanted to be in the balcony to take in the whole experience the best I could. This was my one shot to see
GNT. Only five months had passed since RMT and here was Adam again, this time headlining his own tour.
I believe that time is a bit slinkier than our clocks and schedules try to tell us. That there are little tears in the curtain here and there where one can travel and time ceases to be
tangible. From the first note in Voodoo, I knew we had all fast forwarded to that place.
Adam created not a concert, but a time warp experiential extravaganza. He was in charge, confident,
the dancers and band in synchrony, lazers lapping the balcony like waves on the Oregon coastline. I know I was there, I know it was fantastical, but I cannot remember one detail. Not one. Except I lost my voice, was drenched in sweat and was exhuberant.
Fast forward to Grammy week. Adam at the Talk, playfully hoisting Melissa Gilbert and swirling her about on the stage one minute. The next, supporting a fan who froze during her rendition of WWFM, not missing a beat. Genuine. Heartfelt. Charming. Real.
Now Adam is sitting next to Cham during the Social Media panel. He realizes the importance of
social networking in his business but brings to point experiencing a concert in the moment without any gizmos detracting. Adam moves on to his love of using Twitter. No conflict. Just the way he sees both sides of the coin.
The Red Carpet. Adam owns it. He exudes confidence without an ounce of pretense. Dorking
around with MTV not caring if we get to see him mess up on MJ or make a goofy face at the cameras.
He has internalized the tornado. All that abundant energy that hit NYC in a club in the meatpacking district a year before is more potent as it is now focused like a laser beam through those eyes. Adam Lambert creates. But
he creates exponentially. I am along for the ride.
I try not to blink.I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO. MISS. A. THING.
He knows time is slinky and I do too. 
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