One thing that Adele says she isn't anxious about is her weight. It's fluctuated throughout her life, but she says she doesn't diet or work out. "My life is full of drama, and I don't have time to worry about something as petty as what I look like," she says. "I don't like going to the gym. I like eating fine foods and drinking nice wine. Even if I had a really good figure, I don't think I'd get my tits and ass out for no one. I love seeing Lady Gaga's boobs and bum. I love seeing Katy Perry's boobs and bum. Love it. But that's not what my music is about. I don't make music for eyes, I make music for ears."
She leans down to Louis and holds out a treat. "Lady Gaga!" she commands. "Put your paws up!" He sits up on his legs with his paws up. The topic turns to Mumford & Sons, whom she loves. "They're closer to how I feel about Etta James than anyone," she says. "Such articulate voices."
At 8:40 p.m., Adele stubs out her cigarette and stops playing with Louis, stands on the edge of the stage and begins singing "Hometown Glory," a gentle love letter to London from 19. The audience can hear but not see her. Soon she takes her place on the wooden stool at center stage. With English-language audiences, Adele can be "Bette Midler funny," but tonight she focuses on the songs, sometimes singing with a hand in the pocket of her jumper. She runs through songs from both her albums and a cover, "If It Hadn't Been for Love," by a Nashville band called the Steel-drivers. She introduces it by saying, "It's a song about shooting your wife. And I feel like shooting my ex."
In between songs, Adele tells the crowd, "My dog is on tour with me. He's a dachshund. I have a German dog! He loves it here. He's in the homeland!" There's a sprinkling of laughs in the audience. She closes with a loud, powerful, stomping "Rolling in the Deep," and even though she walks off and the lights come on and someone else's music starts playing from the house speakers, the crowd just stands there. They cheer, clap and chant her name, but she's done. "Always leave them wanting more," she says in the dressing room, cigarette in hand, wine nearby, Louis on her lap. "That was an emotional show!"
With the show behind her, Adele is finally at ease. She jokes about what would happen if she were in a happy relationship. "No music!" she says. "My fans will be like, 'Babe! Please! Get divorced!'"
She laughs. "Don't worry. My bubble always fuckin' bursts."
This story is from the April 28, 2011 issue of Rolling Stone.
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