Any way the wind blows
Bohemian Rhapsody is quite possibly the best rock song ever. Even if it's the Flaming Lips' version[1]. Which I am currently[2] singing along to with dozens of people in a bar.
[1] The first time I heard this on the jukebox at Thalassa it took me a while to realize it wasn't Freddie singing. Why would you bother to cover a song if you weren't going to do it in your own... idiom? Like that bizarre Loona/DJ Sammy dance remix of Don Henley's The Boys of Summer[3],[4].
[2] Original entry-by-e-mail from my Treo; footnotes and YouTube links added after the fact
[3] Why? Sorta like Madonna's version of American Pie. Although, I must admit, the more I get in touch with my inner fag, the more the disco/dance thing makes sense.
[4] If you haven't figured it out by now, nostalgia/angst/what could (ought) to have been/la recherche de temps perdu is a big, major theme in my life[5].
[5] The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. And our lives slip away, moment by moment, lost in that vast terrible in-between.
[1] The first time I heard this on the jukebox at Thalassa it took me a while to realize it wasn't Freddie singing. Why would you bother to cover a song if you weren't going to do it in your own... idiom? Like that bizarre Loona/DJ Sammy dance remix of Don Henley's The Boys of Summer[3],[4].
[2] Original entry-by-e-mail from my Treo; footnotes and YouTube links added after the fact
[3] Why? Sorta like Madonna's version of American Pie. Although, I must admit, the more I get in touch with my inner fag, the more the disco/dance thing makes sense.
[4] If you haven't figured it out by now, nostalgia/angst/what could (ought) to have been/la recherche de temps perdu is a big, major theme in my life[5].
[5] The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. And our lives slip away, moment by moment, lost in that vast terrible in-between.