Monday was Freddie Mercury’s birthday. He was and still is one of my very favorite voices in the world of rock. Queen reminds me of The Mighty Ducks and college football games. I’ve spend this week remembering horrible lip-syncing to the high notes in Bohemian Rhapsody (I just love those four faces singing in the dark). And of hearing Under Pressure for the first time, then playing it 6 more times in a row.
A few months ago, I read a pretty amazing account of one kid’s love of Queen. The graphic novel, Freddie and Me by Mike Dawson, is full of lovely art, fantastic story telling, and, for me, a very relatable love for a very talented man.
Happy belated Birthday Freddie.
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