“President Clinton signed a $10 million deal to write a book by 2003. Isn’t that amazing? Yes, and get this, not only that, President Bush signed a $10 million deal to read a book by 2003.”— Conan O’Brien
Sweet baby jesus. So pretty much, I cannot fully live my life until I have met the man o’ la macho, my idol, the idol that should have been the idol!!! The sparkly, the tight-panted, Adam Lambert.
For my first post ever, there is nothing I would rather rant about than the tenacious Adam Lambert. There is no synonym for “amazing” or “gorgeous” that does not apply to him. You would be embarassed to acknowledge that I am a human being if I saw this lovely hunk o’ man. I rave about Adam. I live an Adam-based life. And I sound like a moronic, love-stricken, girly fan, but there is no point in pretending I’m not.
American Idol never really thrilled me. It was ok, but honestly, I didn’t give two shits, either way, who won. When this year rolled around, auditions were chock-full of merciless laughter, but no one really spectacular stood out. And then, suddenly, behold… ADAM LAMBERT! Suddenly, the world spun, the days of nonchalant boredom ceased to exist! Adam is here! For me to stalk!
Might I note that he was on the cover of Rolling Stones before he could snuggle up to Kris Allen and turn him gay for good.
So he basically took the world by storm, singing everything from a middle-eastern “Ring of Fire” to Cher’s “Believe”… without being a disco-queen! He pulled together a style of his own, compiling David Bowie, Madonna and Elvis into a mega-man, music-hero. Words are not enough.
Adam Lambert has stepped into the spotlight, here to make beautiful music to grace our ears, our hearts, and our private parts.