Adele can sing her tits off.

Adele - Someone Like You

First of all, click on that link, close your eyes, and listen to that woman sing.  

Every once in a while I come across a song that just resonates perfectly with something inside of me.   I really don’t know what the fuck it is.  It’s never just my ears appreciating the sound, or my brain appreciating the message.  Something about a song like this will make you close your eyes on the freeway and serenade yourself at 70 miles per hour.

My musical taste varies from hour to hour and there are often stretches of time where I’ll avoid all music for days or weeks on end.  Sometimes music just annoys me, all of it.  So I do what any logical person would do, I turn that shit off and listen to the pristine sound that can only be made by a 1992 Toyota Tercel engine roaring down the highway.  I have no reason why I like songs, or even entire genres for that matter but some music just has something to it.  The only way I can describe it is in relation to the feeling you get when you really have to pee.  That painful, bladder stretching panic, trying to get your keys in the door, followed by a full blown sprint to the nearest restroom.  Fuck lifting the toilet seat, pants completely down to your ankles like a toddler that is just getting the hang of aiming and using the big boy potty.  That amazing feeling that comes about 4.8 seconds into the pee when your bladder deflates back to normal size and you let out the most relieving exhale of your life.  That’s the feeling.  That’s the only feeling that is worthy for comparison with a great song like this. 

In Adele’s Someone Like you, her voice is fucking incredible.  The song is basic, the piano and her windpipe.  When she goes into the course the first time (and every other time) there is no other reaction than, “GOTDAMMNN this bitch can sing.” (If you’re offended by my use of the word bitch I hope you get hit in the face by a sock full of bees and rattlesnakes venom).  When she gets to the course it’s obvious that the sound isn’t just coming out of her face, it’s clawing its way through her soul and bringing some type of energy that can’t be created by anyone but Adele; no power plant, no solar panel, just her. 

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best of you; too

Don’t forget me, I begged, I remember you said

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead

The combination of her voice and the piano together gives me that just pee’d feeling.  Her voice could probably do it alone but the piano complementing it just pushes to a completely different dimension in my body.

I’ve probably listen to this song 20 times in the last two hours.  Generally I’m not watching the music video.  Not to knock the video but when she nonchalantly sings the course I can’t help but imagine her singing it like she probably did when she recorded it.  That shit is not a course you can sing, blank faced walking down the streets of Paris.  In my mind, when she sings that portion her eyes are squeezed shut, she’s on her tip toes leaning the mic stand forward.  The knuckles on her right hand are completely white from the death clutch she’s putting on the microphone.  Her left hand is pressed firmly in that awkward spot right over her pubic bone to coax the words from her soul.  As she gets to “Don’t forget me, I begged, I remembered you said,” she rocks back in her stance and her left hand goes from  the awkward pubic bone resting spot, to a clinched fist,  then to a poetic open hand reach to the sky.  That’s how it happens in my head.  I suggest you play it and close your eyes and see if I’m not exactly right. 

There are a few other songs that give me this feeling as well; I’ll try to make a little list and post it for your scumbags later.  This one just takes the proverbial cake today.  Adele can sing her tits off.  Plain and simple.  Now do yourself a favor, turn the volume all the way up and sing the shit out of this song.  Or if you hear it in your car tell the person in the passenger seat to take the wheel, stick your left hand out the window and hold the imaginary microphone with your right and sing your little heart out.  (Don’t really do that, it’s dangerous and you’re probably not a very good singer anyway). 

Adele - Someone like you

2/20/2012

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