The last two weeks have been devoted to my Kindle and Adele. I view it as a balance of interests. The former is fluff, the latter is stuff.
I first heard of Adele a couple of years ago, most likely on Elaine‘s blog. I loved her immediately but, as I am wont to do when it comes to music, promptly forgot about her in exchange for something else, probably a book. Then I came across this video and remembered everything about Adele there is to love. I’ve played this video nonstop for almost two weeks. I’ve linked to it on Facebook, emailed friends, and coerced the Mister to watch it one night when he was really tired. He watched the whole thing without moving, commenting once that “she can really wail it,” which is a credit to her voice since I thought for sure he would zero in (with pleasure) on her buxom figure.
I’ve read that Adele wrote this song shortly after her break up with a man she considers to be “the love of [her] life.” She imagined what it would be like to find him decades later, happily married and with children, and the thought left her decimated. She’s only 21, and while it’s possible that she has met and lost the love of her life, I want to hope that she lost, instead, her first love.
Do you remember your first love? I suppose that’s a silly question. They’re impossible to forget, although who knows if they would have left such an impact on your life is they had been your second, third, or even fourth love. There is something about the first, though, that can leave you wrecked. My friend, Steve, says it’s because with the first love, the feelings are all so new and expansive that you can’t help but open yourself wide and give everything to that person. Subsequent loves, even when they are greater, truer, better, aren’t as frenetic.
A few things I love about this video…
- Her hair. I always wanted to try one of those sleek, bouffant ponytails.
- Her makeup. From the sea-fan fake lashes and smokey eyes, to her pale lips. Very Brigitte Bardot.
- Her mannerisms. I find the way she holds her hands compelling, and I’m not saying that to sound like some jerk with $10 words. I really couldn’t take my eyes off her hands, especially the movement she makes at the almost 2:00 and 4:00 marks. She doesn’t hold the mic like most artists do, and her nails are old fashioned, long and oval.
- Her emotion. She seems to lose herself when she is singing, thinking back and thinking forward. You can almost see the moment she returns to the present when the song ends. She smiles, giggles a bit, and then shudders, as if she is glad to stop thinking about the experience that inspired the song.