7.1.12 Next stop MOCKBA/Moscow
Jul 1, 2012 9:51:48 GMT -5
Post by midwifespal on Jul 1, 2012 9:51:48 GMT -5
Thank you for the birthday wishes, folks. 
And now I get to spend the first few hours of my birthday soaking up those vids again. ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
By some miracle, just as we'd planned to go out and do something *productive* with our afternoon yesterday, lol, my husband decided he was feeling lazy and just wanted to lie down and take a nap instead. So I got to watch the whole thing live. So amazing.
Roger was quite right to call it magical.
Somehow Adam held a little part inside each member of his audience in the palm of his hand, and then did something undefinable and ellusive, and laughed out loud as he watched it swell and glow and pulse. Wonderous.
And then, as the night ended, for his finally trick, he managed to slip 500,000 people into those impossibly tight pockets of his, and walk away with them.
All that was missing was the top hat.
--*--*--*--
I felt a revival of something yesterday that had slipped away a bit...not of my love for Adam, god knows, or of my appreciation for his talent--those are always there--but of that first-impression knock-out feeling--that feeling I got when I was first introduced to him when he was singing Satisfaction--that "who the hell is that kid and where the hell did he get those balls!?!" feeling. To see Adam, after the first few moments on that massive stage realize, suddenly, I OWN THIS, break into that knowing, present, smile of his, and proceed to SLAY IT, was newly miraculous.
That is what has always stood out for me about him, more even than the voice. That unbelievable stage-confidence and charisma, that sense of belonging in the spot, being in his element--not arrogance, as Brian May said, just preternatural confidence--that sets him apart from all but the very very greatest (I salute you, too, Mr. Mercury). Imagine the miracle of that obvious comfort and security, despite singing impossible music as a relative unknown to a dubious crowd of hundreds and hundreds of thousands with one of the most legendary bands of all time (a momentary glance at that likeable and well-meaning Ukrainian X-factor winner will tell you enough). But as Seoulmate and I'm sure many others said yesterday, one felt every minute that he was born to do this.
JACKPOT.
And now I get to spend the first few hours of my birthday soaking up those vids again. ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
By some miracle, just as we'd planned to go out and do something *productive* with our afternoon yesterday, lol, my husband decided he was feeling lazy and just wanted to lie down and take a nap instead. So I got to watch the whole thing live. So amazing.
Roger was quite right to call it magical.
Somehow Adam held a little part inside each member of his audience in the palm of his hand, and then did something undefinable and ellusive, and laughed out loud as he watched it swell and glow and pulse. Wonderous.
And then, as the night ended, for his finally trick, he managed to slip 500,000 people into those impossibly tight pockets of his, and walk away with them.
All that was missing was the top hat.
--*--*--*--
I felt a revival of something yesterday that had slipped away a bit...not of my love for Adam, god knows, or of my appreciation for his talent--those are always there--but of that first-impression knock-out feeling--that feeling I got when I was first introduced to him when he was singing Satisfaction--that "who the hell is that kid and where the hell did he get those balls!?!" feeling. To see Adam, after the first few moments on that massive stage realize, suddenly, I OWN THIS, break into that knowing, present, smile of his, and proceed to SLAY IT, was newly miraculous.
That is what has always stood out for me about him, more even than the voice. That unbelievable stage-confidence and charisma, that sense of belonging in the spot, being in his element--not arrogance, as Brian May said, just preternatural confidence--that sets him apart from all but the very very greatest (I salute you, too, Mr. Mercury). Imagine the miracle of that obvious comfort and security, despite singing impossible music as a relative unknown to a dubious crowd of hundreds and hundreds of thousands with one of the most legendary bands of all time (a momentary glance at that likeable and well-meaning Ukrainian X-factor winner will tell you enough). But as Seoulmate and I'm sure many others said yesterday, one felt every minute that he was born to do this.
JACKPOT.
