Queen + Adam Lambert in Dallas – Some Memories
By Paula Coots
Writers are supposed to be able to snatch at the ineffable; to describe, even if imperfectly, the indescribable.
Well, we can all try, though I’m not sure how to encapsulate the myriad of emotion and sensation that transported me on July 10, 2014.
So many great accounts have been written about the magnitude of these shows, I’m going to spare you most of my personal details, as precious as they are to me. They are probably a lot like yours, and already told with such grace.
Since I got the ticket in March, I’ve avoided Facebook and Twitter and every other form of social media known to mankind. I wanted my one concert in Dallas to be as close to the concerts of yore as possible. You never knew what to expect “back in the day”. You were lucky if you got an appearance on “The Midnight Special” or caught a photo here and there, like those in Circus Magazine.
YouTube is a wonderful thing…no doubt. Our world is so much broader now, and like you guys, I find myself sucked into the vortex of Adam Lambert in a state of amused—and quite often, awed—bliss. You can get lost for days.
Right now, now, though, I’m only dipping in a toe here or there. I’m still avoiding most of the videos, because I just want my own memories to hang on a little bit longer!
What’s that saying? “Too soon?”
Yeah, because before you can even blink…it won’t be “too soon” anymore.
Those visceral memories will inevitably fade.
Do I have a favorite performance or song? Not really. This show slayed me, pretty much from the rapid disappearance of the glorious, crested curtain to the last gleeful bow from the band.
The best aspect for me was being close enough to see their expressions. I wish I could have had a camera embedded in my eyes that also recorded in perfect, distortion free audio!
Ha, gross, but probably it’ll be here in the not too distant future.
Anyway, it appeared to me as if Roger, Brian and Adam were each taking in the entire venue, more than individual faces.
It was like they knew…hey. This is probably it, guys.
I was five rows back in the VIP, so when they were on the end of the catwalk, all I had to do was turn in my chair and get on my knees for a unique perspective. Now, sometimes that precluded me from seeing some of the stuff I wanted to see.
Especially Killer Queen from the front!
Well, at least I saw that Roger was wearing some super cool, red velour looking Nike’s!
I remember WWTLF especially. It was as if Brian and Adam stood caught in a cage of light so white it was almost blue. They were about fifteen feet away from me, and yes, we were all there, but maybe to them… it appeared that they were the only two people in the room, surrounded by this nimbus of light and sound. They were this song that is as close to perfect as I’ve ever heard. I remember Adam dropping his head back as he usually does, but man, what a beautiful tableau.
More random memories.
I remember the back of the “Killer Couch”…the way his platform shoes hung off the edge and even his ankles danced. I saw that butterfly-fast golden fan in front of that profile that just does me in with its perfection. One gloved hand draped over the back of the sofa, and I wanted a picture of it so bad. The boy just moves so fast!
Needless to say…blur.
I remember watching Brian from the back during his solo, and he seemed so small, almost frail. And yet the virtuosity of his playing, the way those high, singing notes cried like a violin…It was just him and his guitar, mesmerizing the audience and filling the huge hall until it felt like it was about to blow apart.
And he didn’t seem small at all.
All over the place, Adam singing, so wild and free, like a siren from another realm.
The absolute surprise and joy on Brian and Roger’s faces as Adam hit that killer note on We are the Champions. I loved seeing them laugh, delighted and impressed, and then that little boy look on Adam’s face like, “Aww. But I got you!”
The magic of performance is that, even if it is captured on film, it is created and expressed right there, in that moment, and it will only live in exactly that same way.
If you are lucky enough to experience it live (and not all of us get that chance) it is a mind-blowing spectacle that’ll touch you forever as long as you open up and let it inside. It doesn’t matter if you’re on the front row or up in the sky seats.
And ultimately, watching on your computer screens, long after those moments are gone, ain’t too shabby, neither.
Those performances are no longer completely gone, like in those prehistoric days before cell phones and the internet. The shows are no longer captured only in ephemeral memory cells. They are also captured in pixels. Yay!
And it won’t be long now before I’m saying to myself, “It’s not too soon anymore.”
No matter how many shows we see live or watch online, we want more! Closer seats, better angles, backstage passes, to live next door or at least run in the same circles. Hell, we don’t know what we want. We just want more.