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zhieBeing born at the tail end of the 70s, I missed a lot of cool shit. And by that, I mean a LOT.
One such thing I shall share with you now...
The other day at the bookstore, there was a DVD of a Queen performance for ten bucks. With my discount it's nine, so I picked it up. I just wanted to see what Killer Queen sounds like actually performed. So, over the past three days Mark and I have been watching parts of it during dinner.
Yesterday driving home, we get on the subject of it, and I ask Mark, 'So, Freddy Mercury's dead, how'd he die?'
He responds with 'you don't know? He's the most famous guy who died of AIDS'
'Oh,' I reply, 'So, I guess he is gay then' (Me, I wasn't sure, but there seemed something a tad queer about that guy on stage)
Mark says 'Well, I think he was bisexual'
This spawns a discussion about AIDS and HIV and famous people with it and the 80s and the scare of it and lots of other mostly unhappy things related to it, including Andy Bell's hip replacement which somehow ended up sneaking in there.
-- Mark has just made the discovery that if Andy Bell and Eddie Van Halen formed a band, they could be called 'The Tragically Hip'. He also reminded me that David Lee Roth said 'nobody cares about your fucking hip' to Eddie. Very un-Glorfindel, but I'm not recasting.. --
So, where were we... oh, yes, Queen. So, tonight, watching the last part of it, and Freddy has been bopping about stage in tight white jeans with his superman shirt hanging from his hip. We do a short little thing with a gong, and the next thing I know I am choking on a chicken strip because he has just reappeared onstage in a trucker cap, what appears to be a pink bandana (was actually red) and white tennis shorts that left so little to the imagination I am quite certain he was not one of the rockers who stuffed socks down the front of his pants.
I then informed Mark, if this guy is planning on taking any more clothes off, I want to know ahead of time. The last thing I need to explain to an emergency room nurse is why I choked myself nearly to death because of... yeah, well, it's not something I want to have to explain.
And so. I do believe, I see now, where Mr. Bell got his ideas from. At least, in part.
If only I was not so naive about the world of celebrity and such, perhaps I would have known this ten years ago like everyone else.
Yes, yes. That is all.
Until next time, I remain, as always,
-Zhie, the nearly uninformed
One such thing I shall share with you now...
The other day at the bookstore, there was a DVD of a Queen performance for ten bucks. With my discount it's nine, so I picked it up. I just wanted to see what Killer Queen sounds like actually performed. So, over the past three days Mark and I have been watching parts of it during dinner.
Yesterday driving home, we get on the subject of it, and I ask Mark, 'So, Freddy Mercury's dead, how'd he die?'
He responds with 'you don't know? He's the most famous guy who died of AIDS'
'Oh,' I reply, 'So, I guess he is gay then' (Me, I wasn't sure, but there seemed something a tad queer about that guy on stage)
Mark says 'Well, I think he was bisexual'
This spawns a discussion about AIDS and HIV and famous people with it and the 80s and the scare of it and lots of other mostly unhappy things related to it, including Andy Bell's hip replacement which somehow ended up sneaking in there.
-- Mark has just made the discovery that if Andy Bell and Eddie Van Halen formed a band, they could be called 'The Tragically Hip'. He also reminded me that David Lee Roth said 'nobody cares about your fucking hip' to Eddie. Very un-Glorfindel, but I'm not recasting.. --
So, where were we... oh, yes, Queen. So, tonight, watching the last part of it, and Freddy has been bopping about stage in tight white jeans with his superman shirt hanging from his hip. We do a short little thing with a gong, and the next thing I know I am choking on a chicken strip because he has just reappeared onstage in a trucker cap, what appears to be a pink bandana (was actually red) and white tennis shorts that left so little to the imagination I am quite certain he was not one of the rockers who stuffed socks down the front of his pants.
I then informed Mark, if this guy is planning on taking any more clothes off, I want to know ahead of time. The last thing I need to explain to an emergency room nurse is why I choked myself nearly to death because of... yeah, well, it's not something I want to have to explain.
And so. I do believe, I see now, where Mr. Bell got his ideas from. At least, in part.
If only I was not so naive about the world of celebrity and such, perhaps I would have known this ten years ago like everyone else.
Yes, yes. That is all.
Until next time, I remain, as always,
-Zhie, the nearly uninformed
