Jun 10, 2009 20:40
"For a little while, I felt I was at a rave. Then I went from 'Oh my God, who has glow sticks?' to 'Stick a pacifier in me, I'm done.'" Who talks like that? Adam Lambert, that's who. The Rolling Stone article is exactly as...(let's call it) full-frontal as you'd expect, with Adam offering up tons of information no one would dare reveal to a close friend, let alone a national magazine. This is why we love him.
I totally wish I knew him because we would SO be besties. He hates cameras! He loves Bret Easton Ellis! I didn't see that coming because, although BEE's writing is unbelievably dirty, it's also really violent and Adam doesn't seem like he'd be into that since he's so Make Love Not War and shit. Also, the only thing he had to say about Justin Timberlake was "Yum." Soulmates, you guys. He also clearly hates Danny Gokey, but doesn't go into it, probably because he's over that nonsense and has moved onto feeling sorry for him (fame is to Danny Gokey what drug-dealing is to Nancy Botwin).
I also really love Adam's family, particularly his dad, who offered up these chestnuts:
"Once, someone gave Adam a two-CD set of Seventies disco, the era that I hated the most, and I came home to him playing 'Brick House' at full volume. I was like, 'Man, it's so depressing that I have to live through this music twice.'"
"[Adam's mom] said, 'He's just curious.' I said, 'Let me tell you something about heterosexual men and homosexual pornography - this isn't curiosity.'"
And the brother, who called him the night before this interview drunk out of his mind to say, "We think you should do an album of covers called Doin' Hella Dudes: You'll cover some badass dudes, but it'll be like you're doin' dudes, you know? It's cool if you can't thank us now, but when the album comes out, give us credit, because we love you." I LOVE THIS PERSON.
I am so glad a woman did this interview--although I haven't really seen a lot of men talking to him, or turning to butter around him (Seacrest excepted)--because of the way she sees things:
Lambert is handsome--six feet one and 185 pounds, with patrician features and sky-blue eyes - and he's unrepentant about flirting with both sexes. Even when you know that he's gay, it's hard not to find him physically attractive.
He's faced a firing squad of entertainment reporters every day, desperate to know when he's going to answer the "question dangling over his head," as one of them put it. He shrugs. "I can either get irritated and let this drive me nuts, or laugh at it," he says, then smirks a little. "I kind of like things dangling over my head anyway." He leans in, "Lately, you know, there's part of me that's almost bi-curious the other way around. I've made out with girls in nightclubs when I had way too many drinks. I don't know if it would ever happen, but I'm kind of interested. I don't think I would want to do it with a groupie, though." He cocks his head. "Then again, maybe I'd rather it was with a stranger than someone I knew."
When I read that, I think I could actually hear the writer hyperventilating and see her blushing. I'd be like, "um, did you just make a pass at me?" That's why I'm not allowed to interview celebrities anymore. Man, it's sad when you realize you will never be as fabulous as Adam Lambert. I kind of need a drink right now.
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