Calvin once observed to Hobbes that real life needed more special effects and dance numbers. If I were to put my life to music you can bet a lot of those dance numbers from my youth would have been set to the songs of Adam Ant.
From the tribal beat of the early hits with names like ‘Dog eat dog’ and ‘Feed me to the lions’ through to the later romanticised ‘Angel’ and positive ‘Room at the top’ Adam Ant has always been able to catch my imagination. My only regret was that I was too young to see him in concert back in the early 80’s when my parents would have been horrified to hear their little girl signing along to ‘Strip’.
I cannot tell you how happy I was when I caught a snippet of an ad for a channel 2 show promoting an interview with Adam Ant. I deduced he must be plugging a tour and some sleuthing proved it so (hoorah!). I was convinced the show would sell out before I managed to secure my tickets (curse you lack of internet connection while moving) but they had two left for me when I showed up with my heart in my throat and my visa card in my hand. I didn’t even ask how much.
This tale does not have a happy ending.
The show has been cancelled. Just the one show, the one in my city. It is still over a month out from the concert (see, I’m still referring to it as if it is still happening such is my disbelief), and I have not seen or heard one shred of promotion (when I mentioned the concert in the office there was surprise and a lot of interest –perhaps a message the promoter might want to pick up on; people can only buy a ticket if they know it is for sale) and yet they have cancelled the concert due to poor ticket sales.
But this was my concert. Mine 🙁
I want to hear Adam sing ‘Puss in boots’ and sing my tuneless accompaniment in a sea of Ant Fans who can drown me out. I want to see if I can pick up all those words I never learned from a time when lyrics were not included in the album (yes, I’m talking vinyl here). And I want to see a man perform who has helped me through so many teen angst moments that my gratitude is immeasurable.
Needless to say, I have been too upset to do any writing. That and it has been unbearably hot, the cat keeps throwing up and with everything I unpack I find two new things that need to be unpacked.
So if you are lucky enough to be going to a non-cancelled Adam Ant concert, perhaps one that was actually advertised so people bought tickets, please put it up on YouTube so I can get some Antmusic, my novels depend on it. Truly, I’m adamant.