It’s been 1 week now. Adele’s 25 has been in heavy rotation on my playlist. Who am I kidding? There’s no rotation. It’s the only album I’ve been listening to for the past 7 days and 11 hours. Will I ever come up for air? Probably. Tomorrow, I will go back to iRadio, 8tracks, and Genius. But for now, the British pop/soul non-diva will keep booming through my speakers. Maybe I’ll shuffle the songs this go ‘round.
The conditions were perfect for my first ever listen to Hello. After a most annoying day at the office, I was driving home on a crowded interstate; it was rainy, grey and cool. The dramatic piano chords in the intro made me slow my car down just a bit, and then 6 seconds later – that voice. That voice! It was like eating my favorite, perfectly prepared dish after being deprived of it for 5 years. And then the music video happened. That was my triple chocolate fudge cake.
The more I play tracks from 25, the more I want to listen. I haven’ t quite figured out why, but I suppose it’s because Adele reminds me of that girlfriend who can decode and articulate my jumbled thoughts that can’t make their way from my heart to my brain to my mouth. She speaks for me, to me, about me and with me. It doesn’t matter who produced which track, if Adele wrote the lyrics herself or collaborated with another famous or up-and-coming artist. All irrelevant. Her relatability and vulnerability (and that uh-mazing voice) make 25 my filet mignon with sautéed mushrooms and garlic mashed red potatoes. I’ll have some more, please.
