I am overly emotional today, so I feel that a post with an Adele reference is in order.
Don’t worry – we can still get along. I’m sure we can agree that the woman’s got pipes, regardless of how we may feel about her personally.
So, yes…Adele. She’s got pipes, but it doesn’t end there. The girl’s got guts. She has the backbone it takes to write down her deepest, most private thoughts and feelings and send them off into the universe for all to enjoy…and judge. Oh, guts I tell you.
I’ve probably listened to way too much of her and don’t lie; you have too. We’ve all done the “Rolling in the Deep” sixty times in one day, thing. I won’t force concordance; I will simply overlook any denial. (If I weren’t such a professional, I might insert a winky face here with a dash of LOL)
I stumbled upon a snippet of her ‘live in concert’ last night as I was heading to the dinner table. Of course I’ve seen it before, but last night, this particular part stopped me in my tracks.
There she was, black dress, sixties hair, lashed to the extreme, (lovely, but extreme) the spotlight drifting down in waves, powdering her with stardust. Either that, or she was about to be hoovered up into the mother ship, although in Adele’s case, I’m pretty sure it was stardust.
However, I digress. This particular part halted me. She was singing Someone Like You. Yes, a torrid, gut-wrenching song at the best of times, but towards the end, she stopped and let the crowd sing. Now, I know she wrote this song out of heartache and heartbreak, so melancholy is an expected response, however, considering she’s sung it a bazillion times, one can only assume the wound has, at the very least, scabbed over.
No…her emotion seemed to stem from the crowd singing her song; more specifically, the crowd knowing her words. Words she probably wrote on soggy, tear-stained scraps at 3am, alone in the bleak of her grotty little flat, while she contemplated quietly slitting her wrists. But there it was; her painful story dripping off the tongues of strangers, emblazoned onto their hearts and now suspended in the rafters of the Royal Albert Hall.
(It all goes down here. Stick around till the end for the good stuff)
And, it made me think. It would be extraordinary to have people know us that way or, at least that version of us. We can give them all or we can give them bits, we can give them realities or we can give them adaptations. Whatever we’re serving, they want it. They wanna sit at our table and watch us eat, stand there as we have coffee in our robes and brush our teeth. They want to walk in our shoes. They crave our pain and desire our joy. It’s ours to give. We can hand it over. It just takes an iron gut.
I saw the same thing the other night! You expressed it very well. It was overwhelming for her to see how the words of despair and passion took her to those heights. As a writer, I am satisfied when one person tells me something I wrote touched them. I’m easy.
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I know, right? Me too. I can’t imagine getting props from millions world wide. Talk about a boost! Thanks Patricia…
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…we do hide our real selves a lot of the time…being sure of who you can share your true being with, is in itself a conundrum…Adele is one of my favourites, she doesn’t hold back…this piece was well worth waiting for Hazy!!
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Well, it’s one way to weed out the fakes, for sure! Thanks Murphy.
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The hair, the lashes, the voice, the heart, these are all the reason I LOVE Adele. I’m not ashamed or shy about it. I have all her live music on my Ipod. I drive my husband crazy playing it again and again but he knows better than to stop me. Music must speak to you and Adele takes it to a whole other level.
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Adele rocks. No bones about it! Thanks for commenting, Suzie. 🙂
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I just love Adele …. she is so real and that is what comes across when she sings her heart wrenching songs !!
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Me too, Liz. Could listen to her all day. (and sometimes I do) 😉
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