You see, despite my love of South Park, I happen to be a giant Stevie Nicks fan, and I love female vocalists with similar talents—especially when they throw in a new spin like Adele seems to have done. She’s got that whiskey-tinged voice, although it has a clarity with it that makes it such a bold, strong sound. But she also manages to couple modern elements with a potluck of older techniques—from the hand-clapping, foot-stomping rhythm of both the barn hall square dance somehow coupled with the Irish drinking beat, to the in-time backup vocals reminiscent of The Supremes. In short, Adele is pretty much everything I love in a performer and more.
In addition to her talents, I love watching her perform.
Adele also just looks like something special. Her full figure is something we haven’t seen much since Mama Cass Elliot or Debora Iyall of Romeo Void, yet instead of being downplayed as those two amazing women’s bodies were, she is stylish and elegant, unapologetic. She’s inspiring to modern women who are told that if you are anything other than supermodel thin, you can’t get anywhere in life; she’s obviously a success, and I seriously doubt a gorgeous voice like that could come out of a starved person. And I’m pretty sure stardust follows her when she walks.
When her hands twirl and make these arcane movements, it’s like she’s casting a spell—definitely not making the sexualized movements we’ve come to expect from her peers (aka other modern singers). Seeing her wearing billowy black clothes paired with her smoky black-rimmed eyes and not an ounce of sexist, misogynistic media in play, I am somehow viewing Stevie Nicks, Johnny Cash, and perhaps something even deeper and more elemental in time and space.
Maybe it’s just me; I tend to read more into things than what’s actually there quite a bit. But maybe it’s Adele. I think the woman is magical, and I can’t wait to hear more from her.