I knew it was too good to be true when I snagged my Adele tickets from stubhub for a measly $77 each that hopeful April morning; that I, a mere live music lover would get the chance to be in the same room as those incomparable pipes. Seriously, the amount of talent that girl possesses should be illegal in the states.
My premature suspicions were confirmed by the ever-reliable facebook this afternoon that the rest of Adele's *SOLD OUT* North American summer tour is postponed due to an on-going bout with laryngitis.
"Are you kidding me!?!?!WHY?",
I screamed at my computer while making an "O" face that rivaled Macaulay Culkin's.
My fellow Adele addicts and I are disheartened that this had to happen in such an untimely manner, but the songstress did have this to say about her current state,
“I’m really frustrated. I was hoping with a weeks rest I’d be better to sing again straight away. However there is absolutely nothing I can do but take the doctors advice and rest some more. I’m so sorry. See you soon, love Adele”
This should be enough to give us a piece of mind until the new tour dates are confirmed, right? I'm banking on it. At least it's only postponed and not canceled indefinitely- Thank You facebook users who don't know the difference, thusly causing me to seize earlier today.
So for now, I will have to be satisfied by a pint of Red Velvet Ben & Jerry's soothing me into musical/sugar-induced comatose while I watch Adele's 21 track by track interview on http://www.adele.tv/home/. Until The tour dates emerge, my heart goes out to you, Ms. Adele. Get better for us.
P.S.
FUCK YOU, laryngitis
When the musical Gods close a door, they open a window, I suppose...
Desperately in search of a new music fetish after this Adele fiasco, I was halted by the image of a very intentional nip-slip amid a mass of balloons on the photograph below on a friend's facebook wall posts. I figured this should be interesting, and interesting it was. With a voice smoother than Trey Songz and Toni Braxton's love child and enough entendres to spark jealousy in Wayne's world, Abel Tesfaye of the one-man-band, The Weeknd, combines catty trip-hop lyrics with creamy choral runs layed atop jazzy-ethereal 'aston martin music' beats. Almost like a James Blake, except for hip-hop. Case-in-point, this 20-year-old kid from Toronto makes a delectable musique nouveau sandwich. I really can't describe how different this music is, (in the best way possible) so I just suggest you listen.
GoodAss music from "The Weeknd"
OR download the whole mixtape POR GRATIS at http://the-weeknd.com/
Trust me, you won't be disappointed.
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