I am no longer ashamed. I admit it. I am a fan of the almighty and heaven-sent Adele. Yep. That’s right. This admission from the guy who listens to Marilyn Manson, Joy Division, Johnny Cash, 16 Horsepower, The Birthday Massacre…all music to “suicide yourself by”.
I was completely unaware of Adele until two months ago. I don’t listen to the radio or watch much tv. All too mainstream and indigestible. She escaped me even though she’s been tearing up the charts for the last couple-few years. I heard her name before but she was always mentioned with the current forgettable “divas”. Actually I thought she was an American Idol contestant. Yep, I am that naive to what’s happening in popular music.
Then one day I saw her on tv. Un. Freaking. Real.
Behind closed doors with securely inserted earbuds, I did a little research. All things pointed towards approval. The names associated with her like Rick Rubin. The people who were covering her songs like Linkin Park. The songs she coverd…the Cure’s Lovesong. Interesting.
Sometimes at work we do listen to the radio but I’d rather listen to my iPod. However, every once in awhile I would hear “that” song above my music. I didn’t know who it was but I would go turn up the radio. People knew they weren’t allowed to talk while it was playing and that I required a box of tissues. It was my “Desparado-Seinfeld” moment. It turned out to be Adele’s Someone Like You. Total suicide music.
Should you guys ever see an early silver Porsche bouncing down the road with an Amer-asian guy who looks Latin screaming out an Adele song…well that will be me and I will not be ashamed.
Tonight she swept the Grammys and rightfully so. Long live Adele. May she never be found drowned in a bathtub.