Saw my girl Adele last night (St. Paddy's Day) at the Variety Playhouse. It was almost an out of body experience for me. I've been listening to her for about a year now, and I've responded to every song that she has on that album, I have even written some of my deepest posts based on the melancholic rhythm and in response to some of her very profound lyrics. If this was in my writing days - which I am hoping to get back to - I would have written many a stories just feeding of the energy of her music, just like I've written many stories inspired by the music of Ms. Jill Scott. So to listen to her and to feel all those emotions going through me every time I listen to her and to have her sing it to me live, it was just phenomenal. I almost cried.
She was so excited to be there, to see all of us there. Just like I was excited to finally hear those songs in person. I kept wondering that I wish I had been there when she did even smaller venues, when she did the songs stripped down, when she was still in the discovery phase, even before the Grammy. Though she did recount how excited she was at the Grammys and her 2 triumphs, but I just wish I had been there before it all.
That being said my only gripe about the show was that. I would have liked to hear an extended concert version of the music. Something a little stripped down, ad-libbed a little more (even though she did change a few words here and there) but something spontaneous and entertainment driven. Artists always sing a different version of their songs on tour, they add riffs here and there and just get the audience to chime in every now and again, have a little breakdown section, just something different, a play on the music. She sang it just as it was on the record, straight and unadulterated (except for a few words here and there) the notes sounded exactly the same, perfectly sung but not different.
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