Adam Lambert can kiss any hopes of a music career goodbye.
His performance on the American Music Awards tonight was offensive, sick, twisted and disgusting.
Before you think I'm a prude, please know I'm from the 60s. I did inhale and I took part in the summer of love ... well, not in 1967, but a few summers later on.
But, what Lambert did on that stage has nothing to do with love or getting high. It was an ugly, angry, violent display of power ... with dancers in all manner of bondage gear and everyone rolling around on the floor or gyrating against a pole.
Lambert kept asking the audience if they were ready for him ... he preened ... he strutted ... he dominated the dancers - which was the intent. Look at me, he screamed.
I'd rather not. Ever. Again.
Then, Lambert pushed on of the dancer's faces into his crotch and ground his hips into the boy's face. ABC cut away quickly, but not quickly enough.
He locked his face onto his male keyboardist's face for a full 6-7 seconds ... and I understand ABC was not informed of the upcoming lip lock.
I laughed out loud when Lambert fell and had to do a somersault to right himself. I hope he wasn't hurt, but I couldn't help laughing.
As I said earlier in the AI season, Lambert belongs on a stage on the Las Vegas Strip with all the other female personators. He really wouldn't even be a standout there because those guys don't have to rely on screaming ... they can actually sing.
I just visited Rolling Stone's blog and the posts were running 9 to 1 against the performance. If the Rolling Stone readers can't stomach AL, imagine how the performance played in Peoria.
Goodbye, Adam. And good riddance. Blech.
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