Saturday 3 November 2018

Musical prostitutes, my dear!

I'm watching the Bohemian Rhapsody movie tonight. Yes, I'll go. Sadly, the state of affairs doesn't make me expect to see anything at least slightly as talented as it is supposed to be when it comes to Freddie Mercury.

Talent should be something very easy to spot for the people who were once awesome enough to write Radio Gaga or We Will Rock You, but we've heard what they've been doing recentry to have the lay of the land. What I'm trying to figure out is what one should do not do to fuck one's talent away like this. Oh how much I hate the Adam Lambert collaboration.



Every day my anger gets inflamed by the offical Queen FB page posts on how Freddie would've been impressed by the range and vocal ability of Mr. Vocalist. Involvement in delirium it is. If only vocal range was all it takes! Actually, it matters least. Who would you rather have in your band: a person who is able to sing The Fifth Element Diva Dance or a person who is able to deliver the original phrasing of Tumbling Dice? Oh, and write Tumbling Dice.

Yes, no one will ever replace Freddie, no one is trying to replace Freddie, I've read the comments, thanks, but this person's performance sounds like a worthless satire on rock singing, and rock presence too. Without trying to replace, why would you even place him in a rock band? Mind you, Lambert doesn't seem to understand rhythm at all. Just listen to this crap.


"When I'm dead, who cares?" - that's what Frieddie said, and I'm not trying to speak on his behalf like Mr. May. But firstly, Freddie heard where the drums were. Secondly, I want to know what Freddie did to make his bandmates think he would tolerate someone so mediocre and self-important.

Saturday 1 September 2018

Summer Moved On

One of my best summer memories is riding the train from Prague to Berlin to play some music of mine, listening to Exile, and thinking I'd actually made a couple of right choices in this life.