Cracked magazine talks about Freddie and His Mustache.
Here’s other Queeny Places to Go when you’re in Merry Ole Crusty England.
Rock Star Shrines: Freddie met Roger at a stall called Bib in Kensington Market, where Freddie was selling groovy clothes.“On September 17, 1970, the last afternoon of Jimi Hendrix’s life, he went shopping with girlfriend Monika Dannemann and spent a good part of the afternoon here.” And Freddie and Roger were probably there. That’s heavy. Kensington Hypermarket, 49-52 Kensington High Street, London W8 6NS.
Here’s other Queeny Places to Go when you’re in Merry Ole Crusty England.
Kate Beckinsale acts all sexy and name-checks Freddie in the latest Esquire:
“Given that I can’t sing like Freddie Mercury, obviously I’m not going to pursue it as a career. What would be the point?” Freddie Mercury? I admit to holding a fairly unadulterated, semi-sexual affection for the seventies icon, the mystic Indian rock-balladeer, lead singer of Queen. Kate is the first person I’ve known since Andi Koller, my girlfriend the summer after senior year at good old McQuaid Jesuit High School, to share with me the opinion that Freddie Mercury may be the gold-standard pop-singing voice. Fuck Michael Jackson, we had said back then. But this is the effect of this restaurant — the twist of wicker, the paroxysm of houseplants — making me act strangely like a girl, while Kate Beckinsale acts like she’s got a set. Maybe we’re both overcompensating — she’s talking to the guy from the magazine that named her the Sexiest Woman Alive, and I’m trying to look natural eating a frisée salad. Freddie Mercury. Christ.
Tom Ewing talks about turning points as his lede for a Pet Show Boys review in The Guardian:
Turning points in a life are rare enough that it’s no wonder people tell themselves little stories about them. “If Freddie Mercury hadn’t died, we wouldn’t be married.” That’s mine, I suppose. The first conversation I remember with my wife happened when a DJ played Bohemian Rhapsody in tribute to poor dead Fred, and we both agreed we couldn’t dance to it.
A shout-out to Roger from The Bombastic Meatbats.
The John Deacon Experience, At the Houston Press Music Blog, Pete Vonder Haar selects “Kiss Off: Five Songs for Ex-Astros Manager Cecil Cooper.” At Numero Dos, John Deacon’s “Who Needs You,” one of my all-time favorite songs to put on my Queen conversion mixes. The YouTube clip Vonder Haar picks, above, is a hilarious fan-made video with only, and I mean only, images of Deacon through the years, along with the song’s lyrics. “The calypso beat really takes some of the sting out of the lyrics,” he writes, “although the video makes it look like this was a John Deacon solo effort.”
Speaking of: There’s a registered user at TalkBassForums by the name of John Deacon.
A self-styled “gypsy Freddie Mercury”?
Freddie did own an apartment along the lake, yes. But he did not die there.
“Hero-worship that verges on plagiarism”: The Daily Princetonian on Mika and Freddie.
