Just for kicks: Let’s see if I can get through this entire
analysis without ever using the term “Glambert.”
Well, this is new and different: I’m sliding out of
the 1980s and moving all the way up to 2009 with a look at Adam Lambert’s “For
Your Entertainment” video, which, for this site, is almost cutting-edge. This
is untested ground for me! Exciting!
Then again, when you sit down and think about it, maybe it’s
not a huge stretch to go from Duran Duran to Elton John to Adam Lambert.
Given my established pop-culture tastes and my well-known
soft spot for boys in heavy makeup (ahoy there, Nick Rhodes), it’s probably not
a shock to find I kinda dig Lambert. Though I don’t watch American Idol,
I was aware of the Lambertian media juggernaut during the show’s eighth season,
in which he demolished his way through the competition like a glitter-encrusted
wrecking ball before coming up just short at the finale. (I have since caught
many of his Idol performances online, and goddamn, the kid can
work a stage.) Then last summer I watched his Behind the Music episode,
and somewhere around the part where he earnestly explained how the notion to
audition for American Idol came to him while he was tripping balls at
Burning Man, I was smitten. Adam Lambert, you’re an American treasure.
Anyway, “For Your Entertainment” is the first single off
Lambert’s 2009 debut album of the same name. The video begins in downtown Los
Angeles at night. Note how the marquee of the State Theater reads “Ray Kay
Video,” which was a pretty slick and sneaky way for the director to shoehorn
his name permanently into the body of his work. Well played, Mr. Kay.
The camera pans down right through the earth into a sleazy
subterranean nightclub. Crumbling walls, crystal chandeliers, fluorescent
beverages served from fancy apothecary jars, boys in tight leather, girls in
fishnets, everyone grinding on each other or just writhing against the wall,
the usual. Upon watching this video for the first time, my sister noted, “I
usually go out of my way to avoid clubs like this.” Me too. We’re old. Lambert
slinks into the club and starts singing and dancing up a storm. He’s dressed,
as he so often is, like a leather-clad, cane-wielding, spike-shouldered goth
Valkyrie. It looks exactly right on him. Not many people could say the same.
(He wore a variation of this snazzy ensemble, with spikes on
both shoulders, while performing in Europe last summer as the temporary
front man for Queen. Footage from those concerts is available on YouTube, and
for Queen aficionados and general fans of glam rock, it’s worth seeking out.
Much of Lambert’s own music is a bit too goopy for my tastes, but listening to
him flexing his magnificent pipes on Queen’s back catalogue? It’s a kind of
magic.)
In between bursts of dancing and slinking, he loiters on the
sideline and fondles his snake.
Let’s flash back to his June 2009 cover of Rolling Stone,
the issue in which he publicly came out (I know. We were all very
shocked), where he lounges about with a similar snake draped over his legs.
When asked by 20/20 ’s Chris Connelly what he was channeling in the
photo, Lambert replied, “A combination of, ‘I’ll be a sexy rock star and you
take my picture’ and the fear of, ‘There’s a python on my crotch.’” Fair
enough.
Petty complaint: This video features too many individual
shots of pretty women in tight dresses who stand around and writhe
orgasmically. I’m guessing a goodly chunk of Adam’s target demographic maybe
gets bored pretty quickly with images of pretty women writhing orgasmically. Or
maybe I’m just speaking for myself.
Lyrically, “For Your Entertainment” is a little
schizophrenic, featuring a string of sexually aggressive, borderline sadistic
lines—“imma hurt you real good” and “it’s about to get rough for you” and “give
it to you ‘til you’re screaming my name”—followed by a faintly neurotic,
desperate-to-please refrain—“I’m here for your entertainment”—that completely
negates the preceding sentiments.
Which brings us to the Adam Lambert Conundrum: His public
persona is relentlessly sweet and cheerful and non-threatening (the kid’s a
hilarious charmball in interviews), and yet he’s a hugely polarizing figure,
probably because he’s a wee bit sleazy (note: In my personal lexicon, “sleazy”
is never an insult). It’s hard to think of any other well-raised, polite,
musical theater-loving Jewish boy from suburban San Diego receiving the amount
of vitriol Lambert gets heaped upon him from various corners of the internet.
There are probably countless factors at work here, and I’m not qualified to
parse them in depth, but I’d guess the bulk of the anti-Lambert sentiment stems
from the combination of him: a) being openly gay, b) embracing camp, and c)
giving every impression of really liking sex.
Bet you thought I was soft and sweet… Still do, Adam.
Still do.
Speaking of soft and sweet… “For Your Entertainment” is the
song Lambert sang whilst famously misbehaving at the 2009 American Music
Awards. The good folks at AfterElton summed up his performance as “hilariously
raunchy,” and I can’t possibly improve upon that description. Here’s Adam being
cheerfully unapologetic on the subject when he appeared on Oprah: “The lyric is kind of risqué
and risky, and I got risky and risqué.”
Ah, now a couple of women have made friends with Adam’s
snake. Obvious Garden of Eden imagery is obvious.
Lambert wanders through the club’s, ah, subterranean
jungle(?), where he gets consensually groped by a slew of club kids.
Sure, there are both men and women in the mix, but the women
are front and center, while the men tend to hang back in the shadows looking
hesitant and bewildered. Like this dude here:
I’m inclined to think the “For Your Entertainment” casting
directors should have maybe sought out male extras with more of a demonstrated
willingness to grope Lambert. Lambert would probably agree with me on that.
Bless you, Adam. You can take the boy out of the musical
theater, but you can’t take the musical theater out of the boy:
And then Lambert performs with his band in the club for a
while, taking a moment to nuzzle up against his cute (and straight) bass
player, though they regrettably don’t seize this opportunity to play an
enthusiastic round of tonsil hockey, as they have on so many occasions. Points
to Lambert for his valiant and tireless efforts to bring flashy public displays
of titillating boy-on-boy action into the mainstream.
You’re adorable, Adam. Never change.
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I hope to hear your assessment of Adams other videos too, My other favorite is Better than I Know myself, even though that isn't my favorite song on the album, I much prefer Shady, Cuckoo or Trespassing, Or Underneath or Nirvana if it's a slow song.