Yeah. Paul Rodgers.
I really like Free, but that was then and this is now and he isn't the sharp tack that he was.
Brian? Roger? Just form a new band and stop pretending that half of Queen
is Queen.
Anyway, to save this thread focusing on what we shouldn't be bothering about, let me tell youse some Queen love.
Teo Torriate (Let Us Cling Together) showed me that an english song could take on other tongues and my little junior mind found that quite enlightening...as did Mustapha a few years later.
Funny How Love Is just broke my heart the first time I heard it, and as an aside, I can remember where I was the first time I heard many many of Queen's songs, a testimony to their uniqueness.
Drowse. Well, Drowse
was my childhood put into song, and come my funeral, I want it played.
Freddie was one of those incredibly rare singers whose voice was thoroughly transparent...emotions, tone, timbre, inflection all struck like an arrow to the mind and ear without the listener thinking.."Oh, he's doing that with his voice" something I have noticed doing even with faves such as Ella Fitzgerald or Tim Buckley.
He even wrote some great lyrics despite not giving a damn...or so he claimed.
Deacon was never a great bassist like say, Jack Bruce, but he was melodic and tasteful.
Funnily, I was just watching the Live Aid performance the other week and marveling all over again.
They were smart and fluid and full of joy.
The only black marks come from The Miracle, a handful of other tracks and their awful and stupid decision to visit Sun City.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.