#1342 Dancing in the kitchen with my loves part 9

I had about 75 dishes and forms of cutlery to wash after dinner tonight. It was Friday, but yet I was feeling flat.

So I walked up to the stereo. Set the input to CD. And adjusted the volume to 13.

Soon…

“Mama,” Freddie Mercury’s bohemian voice soon came floating out of the speakers.

Baby girl gasped beside me. Smiled in awe.

My 6 year-old getting excited over a Queen song? Why, I never. πŸ™‚

Before the second line had even finished, she held her hand out towards me. “Dance partner?” she teased.

“Oh honey, I can’t, Mummy has too many dishes…” as soon as I said the words I realised how ridiculous they sounded. I dropped the tea towel and joined her on the floor, as we waltzed, spun each other around, did spins and ballet poses and skipped, as well as a hefty dose of HEAD BANGING.

Once the song was over, I returned to my dishes. They hadn’t gone anywhere. But that moment, and that song had.

Thank God I took advantage of it πŸ™‚

#1265 Freddie (is never) vs. crowd

I did my usual thing today while ‘day’ cooking.

Making cauliflower soup… Freddie on my portable speaker just had to follow.

After the usual Live Aid and other performances of Queen’s I adore (I have a few links don’t I? ;)) I brought up a clip I have seen a few times before…

This time though I observed the expressions on Freddie’s face, the responses and reactions from the audience… all the subtleties of features and walk and temperament that you can see in those close up moments…

And my challenge to you is, NOT to smile.

I dare you.

Even if you aren’t a Queen fan, you will find it hard not to be moved and affected by what you see. The simple genius that is anything but. The way the audience smiles in sheer joy, sings along in unison like the world is at peace… the cheeky looks and knowing smiles that Freddie throws their way…

2:00 is the moment to wait for.

And then you have their song ‘Under Pressure’ that follows, so you may as well watch the whole thing… πŸ˜‰

This really made me smile today. πŸ™‚

 

#1223 A different love

What am I meant to do when no one else is home except for my furry friend Mister F, and I will be spending the next hour or so whipping up a lasagna?

Why, put on music of course. LOUD music.

It’s the only way to really listen to any kind of music, especially when you are alone… whether it is upbeat and rocking, or mellow and wispy.

It is the latter type of category that had me turning up the stereo several times today. I had Queen’s “Night at the Opera” on, and decided to finally give a whirl to that special bonus cd, you know the ones all record companies love to flog when they re-release a classic album?

Well I put it on. 6 songs, most of them portions of songs from their Opera album, acapella… then one I had never heard, and 2 live versions…

The very last live song, was their 1979 live South American recording of Love of My Life.

Oh wow. Just, WOW. I felt like they were singing in my very own backyard, crowd included, so close up and personal it felt and sounded as Queens adoring fans sang the words back to them.

It is a heart-breakingly beautiful song. Devastating, yet stunning.

And during that listen, as I sang along to Freddie while stirring my bΓ©chamel sauce, I fell in love with it all over again.

I had never fallen out of love though. β™₯

Have a listen (poor video but that doesn’t affect the audio)… it needs to be LOUD. Enjoy πŸ™‚

#1182 An evening with Freddie Mercury and Mister F

A night of this calibre was always going to be in order after the week that had transpired.

Chicken and chips from the local store, and these guys:

One F-man was singing and bursting forth with his lungs.

The other… sleeping.

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But it’s all about BALANCE right? They were both prominent in our lounge room tonight, and we love them both, cheeky differences and all. πŸ’—πŸ’—

#1101 A bohemian life

Hubbie and I FINALLY got to watch the Bohemian Rhapsody movie tonight, based on Queen and more heavily their lead singer, Freddie Mercury.

Finally.

And although I loved it, and I enjoyed it a lot…

It has made me realise even more, you cannot duplicate perfection.

It has made me realise so much more, the genius that is Queen, and Freddie.

No fault of the stars of the film… they did a terrific job.

But, you know… (you can’t copy a legend).

Oh man. I am loving them MORE and MORE every day. And he loved cats, so there it is, done and dusted, SmikG devotion FOR LIFE.

“Any way the wind blows…”

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#1097 Going Ga Ga for Live Aid

Ok fine.

I get it.

I have a thing about gay men…

They are some of my favourite-st performers, after all.

Like Freddie Mercury. It has been a very Queen-heavy week for me.

I’ve been coming home to an empty house after school drop-off and filling it with ROCK ROCK ROCK.

Today I put on a random playlist of the group via youtube as I set about in cleaning the house.

My Oh My.

I’ve listened to these performances individually many a time, but never in a whole, to realise the full context and width and breadth of their set at the 1985 Live Aid concert in Wembley Stadium.

Here I was, a little toddler, pushing 2 years old… and these guys were creating the greatest rock performance of all-time.

Have a watch of the exhilarating, fist-pumping 21 minutes. Tell me what you think.

At 2:45 begins my most favourite bit of the set. The intro to Radio Ga Ga, my current obsession.

But, for some of that context I mentioned earlier… over 70,000 people clapping in unison people.

70,000.

Just in in the UK. Because Live Aid was a joint concert effort to raise money for people starving to death in Ethiopia, and was back off the “Do They Know It’s Christmas” single effort.

While the UK performances began at Wembley at approximately 12pm, they continued at the John F. Kennedy Stadium in Philadelphia in the U.S, for a crowd of 100,000 just before 2pm UK time, with the concert amounting to about 16 hours of live performances.

It inspired concerts in other countries around the world on the same day, and the scale of this Live Aid event, the largest television broadcast of the time, was that about 40% of the world’s population watched it.

Most likely your parents… and most likely mine.

So when you take the above performance with all this info, knowing Queen were performing to approximately 1.9 billion people around the world…

WOAH.

Just let that sink in.

And his a capella section at the end of Radio Ga Ga, showcasing his vocal range and ability to stir a crowd, became known as “the note heard round the world.”

What a legacy.

“Alright!”

 

 

 

 

#1094 Rainy (rained on) Day Rules

You know how they say the heavens wait for school drop-off and pick-up for them to open?

They ain’t wrong.

See, baby girl was alright. I got her into class as the light drizzle began, thinking that’s all it would eventuate to… a steady drizzle.

How about a steady onslaught.

Because that’s what it felt like. The rain got heavier and heavier, falling with greater intensity as I made my way back to the car, first speed walking, then running.

It felt like someone had turned the dial up on the rain-o-meter, such was the change in nanoseconds, from raining, to shitting cats and dogs.

I got into the car with a sigh, huff and puff… soaked.

How do you move on and regain composure from such an event?

Home-made coffee…and Freddie Mercury.

Now it was ME turning up the dial. I particularly liked Queen’s version of ‘I want to break free’ at Wembley Stadium.

1:53. “Oh how I want to be free baby, oh how I want to break free… oh how I want to break free.”

Guitar. Oh so good. The crazy Wintery wind that has thrown itself on our Sumner season masked the thumping walls and my warbled tone.

Soon, as the wind continued its rampaging around the house and the rain started its downpour AGAIN, I felt the urge for some necessary rainy day activities.

Photos.

I haven’t filed away photos since 2013. No jokes. Today I was putting away, in order, photos of my pregnancy and the first 3 months of baby girl, such is the volume of photos I have.

Hundreds. Thousands. I am not kidding. I had them packed away in a box upstairs, and fuelled by the weather unleashing around me and telling me it was definitely one of those ‘home days,’ I tended to a long-standing task, and felt absolutely terrific afterwards.

Did I finish? I told you there were thousands. The answer, HELL NO. But I have started, and a start is as good a place as any to begin something that you have held off on for 6 years.

Despite doing these things that made me happy, it seems the rain that had poured onto me after school drop-off, along with all these recent never-ending early mornings, my ‘almost’ sickness of the weekend and baby girl’s primary school sniffles, well it ALL caught up to me… I officially have the cold.

Sniff.

What could I do then, in the evening to make things that much more bearable and easier to deal with?

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I shouldn’t just have a bath when I’m sick. That, I know. But it was something that occurred to me, that I needed time out, a place to be warm, a site of refuge, and the bath was the first thing that came to mind, though it isn’t something I am able to do often… a fact I wish to change.

And you know what? By the end of my watery paradise, I had even forgotten I was sick.

(Until 15 minutes after I was dry, and my nose/head/body reminded me again).

I guess my point is, you don’t need to write off your day with one bad incident that may occur at the beginning of it. There is always room to turn it around, make it better, with conscious effort and a positive mind.

Being free with music. Organising myself inside and out. And calming my body and soul with water. They are all things that made me happy today, despite anything else that may have tried to hinder it.

Let’s face it… I was hindered… but I turned those setbacks into great memories by purposefully seeking out ways to make me happy.

Creating a bevy of uplifting memories for my day.

And that is the point. πŸ™‚