I wish we were in Sydney tonight in the crowd of thousands, watching artist after group after band perform on stage to raise money for the bushfire catastrophe that has gripped Australia and the rest of the world over the last couple of months.
Did I say artists? I meant legends.
We only caught the last couple of hours of the show on tv, but were there in time to watch Adam Lambert and Queen take to the stage.
Anyone following my blogs knows what I think about Queen.
It was truly something special. My thoughts kept going from “how amazing is Adam Lambert” to –
“How can he stand up to Freddie Mercury?”
“Of course he can’t, he’s his own person.”
“But Freddie was the best.”
“But look how far Adam has come to be performing with Queen!”
To and fro, my thoughts, and my words to Hubbie next to me on the couch.
Then they put Freddie on screen doing his legendary operatic solo bit where the crowd copies him, and seeing him lighting up the darkness of the arena with his yellow outfit, so large and life-like, I swear it was like he was there.
But then baby girl came into the room, and I was a little on edge.
As way of explanation… we haven’t quite spoken about death with her. She knows that if you do something stupid (like run out onto a busy road, get caught in a fire, or don’t put sunscreen on) you can die.
Things like that I bluntly drill into her. Shock effect to make her listen.
But real-life death, death of those around us? As far as she gets it from what I can tell, there are people ‘here’ on earth, and then there are people who are not… the in-between from here to there I think she doesn’t comprehend, and as for ‘there,’ the concept is all a bit cartoon-like for her, like Ursula the sea witch being stabbed to death in The Little Mermaid, or Mother Gothel falling out the tower in Rapunzel.
It’s all a bit exaggerated and other-worldly.
Add to that my first experience understanding death when I was about her age… and the thought of making her as sad and scared as I had been, was devastating to even consider.
So when this rock star princess of ours entered the room to “We Will Rock You,” took one look at Adam and asked “where’s Freddie?” I knew it was the perfect opportunity to break into a discussiom about death with her, and it might even just work, because Freddie, wasn’t part of our extended family.
But then again… with the amount we played Queen around the house, he might as well have had his own bedroom downstairs.
“He’s not here tonight honey…” I shot a confused look at Hubbie, who just shrugged. He’d previously said that talking about the death of a celebrity was the perfect segue into real-life.
But now he was looking as reluctant as I was.
“… he’s not singing anymore,” I ended. I waited for her to ask, but the question didn’t come. She stared at the screen for a few moments, before turning to our cat on the couch.
“Mister F, who do you like better? Freddie Mercury or this guy?”
“Mama, who do you like better, Freddie Mercury or this guy?”
Off she went to the other room to ask Hubbie who had just walked off, and I heard his answer as short, simple and brief as mine: “Freddie.”
“Baby girl, who do you prefer?” I asked as she came back in.
He almost is like a part of our family…. so that conversation will have to wait, for another day.
But for tonight at least… Adam and Queen brought him back to life.
You can still donate to the bushfire relief here: https://firefightaustralia.com/
Thank you. ❤