Hi. You don’t know me, but I know all of you. I’ve been here with you in the shadows for a long time, celebrating, angsting and LOL-ing at your eloquent and witty posts.
EMA tears have finally stopped rolling down my cheeks (mostly), but my heart and mind are still reeling. I hope that by letting my thoughts spill out onto the page, I’ll be able to regain some measure of composure. I loved––and loved best––every minute of it.
Sunday’s stunning performance with Queen was the very essence of Adam––every small detail thoughtfully and intelligently orchestrated. As he likes to do, he told a story in three acts, beautifully costumed and brilliantly performed. He once again proved that “theatrical” is a very good thing.
He began in the shadows echoing Freddie’s heartbreaking last song, and then as an impossibly beautiful shaman, he conjured up the “spirit of Mercury.” Casting his spell, he moved about Queen’s white light reminding us all that the “fairytales of yesterday grow old but never die.” And he brought back to life the magic and power and wonder that was Queen, and made the music whole again.
Then strutting down the catwalk to a few bars of one great song and the chant of another, he reminded everyone of how brilliantly Queen rocked. Joyfully the powerful shaman coaxed Brian into his rightful place in the spotlight of music history.
Finally, simultaneously deferential and triumphant, he proclaimed Queen champions of the world. He evoked Freddie by singing his words, but his spectacularly soaring voice and commanding stage presence were Adam all the way.
What a risk he took, standing in for a legendary icon so Queen could accept their due. He bridged past, present and future, and from beginning to end, he did it perfectly. In its elegantly complex simplicity, this was performance art at its finest.
Who would have thought that Nina Garcia of all people would have found the right word--GENIUS.
Before I step back to the safety of lurkerdom, I just want to say. ILHSFM.
