Beautiful, as usual.
I'm not sure why it has so few stars. It looks like a five-star drawing to me, just like everything else you do!Why I'm a Fan
...because there's no legitimate excuse not to be. What's not to love? His stratospheric voice? His mind-boggling sex appeal? Perhaps his wild artistic talent or wicked, sleek sense of style?
I only hear three things from vocal haters: bigotry, false bravado, and envy.
My mother is 61. She attended Woodstock. She knew Iron Butterfly back in the day, and has met such greats as the Rolling Stones. Until Adam came along, her favorite singer was Janis Joplin, who she was lucky enough to see in concert multiple times. Today, she has two favorites... Janis and Adam.
This man has the power to turn an old hippie into a squealing, glam-loving, Idol-dialing fan-girl.
As far as I'm concerned, he's not merely the greatest entertainer ever to come from my own hometown of San Diego... he's quickly become one of the greatest entertainers, period.
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Favorite Lyric
(The whole song must be read to be appreciated!)
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever/But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids/And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses/How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing/For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white-laced lips.
And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise/And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea/And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body/Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
Tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers/And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell/And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands/With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured/By the sirens sweetly singing.
Tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers/And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
From: “Tales of Brave Ulysses”
HAWT!
Very cool, thanks for sharing.