If you only know Adele through her songs, you may be in for a shock as vulgarity and unsightly behavior were portrayed at the beginning of her concert. Fear not as I digress, you will like her the way I do, or even more.
Today, I brought her album and immediately, I contemplated watching it. Atop my doorstep, I was calmed and settled but relentlessness swooped in quick as I was untying my shoe laces. So I confronted my dad just so I could borrow his Hi-fi to enjoy the added beauty of her voice as justice demands nothing less than a television built-in speaker. Those television speakers are absolutely horrible, and therefore DVD players should always be sold together with a home entertainment system if the consumer does not have one. “Hi-Fi” is an abbreviation for Hi-Fidelity, as self-explanatory as it is, it also refers to home theatre set considering cinematographers often create special effects(sound) that renders expensive system pointless.
Her first two songs weren’t of my expectation and perhaps it was me but as you sit through much of her lolly-gagging after each song, where vulgarities were the norm at the beginning and her awfully disturbing laughter weren’t actually disturbing but causing more laughter, you slowly set in and sedate as you try to discern and vicariously understand her because you know, you are in for something you have felt and that awful anguish will soon be soothed by her monumental vocal.
Fortunately half-way into the concert my impression of her changed greatly as I better understand, through her amazingly well written songs and talks on what inspired her to compose such a piece were coherent. I believe she is the Shakespeare of the musical industry. Her songs were so intense that she had to have a few gags just so some of the audience do not become too emotional that they could not take it. Many broke down, but wore a smile and some were spotted staring blankly, staring into space, lost in her art of her body waver(my gag!).
So I was spiralling into the depths of my own despair, delved into my difficult times, all reminded again. But her last song, Rolling In The Deep, though equally intense, got me back to my norm. When the concert ended, my thoughts on my history were perceived with less regrets than before. Perhaps it was rocket science? I have no idea, but that is what’s so great about music. Tell me that I’m wrong.