Freddie Mercury has always been an inspiration to me. I don’t know why. It’s not like we have much in common, aside from playing the piano and having great taste in music. Perhaps it’s his immense natural talent for music and showmanship. Or maybe it’s his “I don’t care what you think” attitude. It could simply be the monumental impact he’s had on so many around the globe.
Whatever the case, seeing the new Bohemian Rhapsody film got me thinking about Freddie again. I’ve been listening almost exclusively to Queen for the past few weeks, so the movie came at the perfect time for me to dive even deeper into the band.
I discovered an album that I’m not sure how I missed called Made In Heaven. I must have scrolled past it when viewing their Google Music profile. It’s Queen’s final album, released in 1995, four years after Mr. Mercury passed. It contains unreleased vocal material recorded by Freddie, including the song “Mother Love,” which was recorded just six months before his death. He recorded the first two verses, got tired, and said he’d finish the last verse next time. There never was a next time, and Brian May took on the titanic task of recording the final verse in Freddie’s place.
I am not sure where I am going with this post. I guess it’s only to say that Freddie Mercury means a lot to me, for all of our differences, and that the new movie made me realize it all over again. You have to admit, there are few stories more inspirational than a boy from Zanzibar (now Tanzania) eventually capturing the attention of the entire Western world and beyond. Maybe someday I will write him a better tribute, but It’s Late. Sorry, Freddie.
Praxis is heating up, and I’m finally working at the funeral home regularly again. I’m looking to shadow someone in marketing. Wish me luck.