For my birthday this past year, __wolverine__ bought tickets to see Adam Ant. The original concert date was supposed to be in February but circumstances were such that it didn’t happen until quite recently.
I’ve never seen Adam Ant. While he was a massive part of my youth, I didn’t expect to be as deeply affected as I was by the whole experience. It was both bittersweet and elating. Bittersweet because he’s lost all of his prettiness that made his every word an exquisite tease. Elating because his voice is totally in tact. It hasn’t changed a bit.
For days after the concert, I couldn’t stop listening to the songs I had heard live.
I cannot wait for his new album.