Freddie Mercury, Queen's whimsically bizarre flamboyant frontman know for his theatrical on-stage magnetism and his highly innovative and wildly captivating musical style, would have been 65 today.
The reason we’re successful, darling? My overall charisma, of course.
Mercury, the enchanted ringleader who so adventurously fused seemingly discordant musical styles and genres together turning every song he touched into one great big orgiastic odyssey. With its frantic operatic background vocals, electronic-disco underpinnings, and smatterings of any and all musical genres under the sun, listening to Queen is sort of like walking into a crazy fun house--thrilling, ambiguous, and entirely madcap.
The continuous showcase of musical oddities ever-present throughout the band's lifespan, manifested itself in fearless inventiveness and wildly enthralling musical productions exceedingly outshining that which any band since has accomplished. It is with this same uninhibited desire for a grandiloquent spectacle that I think Lady Gaga performs on stage (her name is, afterall, borrowed from the band's song "Radio Gaga") But no one could captivate, freighten, and exhilarate quite like Freddie did.
A concert is not a live rendition of our album. It’s a theatrical event.
Queen is undoubtedly my favorite band of all time. Every time I hear one of their flagrantly oddball rock anthems blaring, I'm instantly spellbound by its Dali-esque musical landscape, imbued with as much enchantment and unpredictability as any artist can strive to erect in his or her art form.
"I want to live the Victorian live surrounded by exquisite clutter"
"I Want to Break Free" is the Queen song which I'm most giddy-eyed over at the present moment. So take the time to absorb this idiosyncratic ballad and revel in the "exquisite clutter"
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