Thirty years ago today the world grew a lot darker as AIDS took the life of the brilliant, exuberant and amazingly talented artist, Freddie Mercury.
He was funny, energetic, generous, eccentric. He was an animal lover, a poet, a man with an eye for beautiful things. He loved and was loved by men and women alike, his charm having no bounds. He left us a joyous catalog of work that will never be matched. He was passionate about his work, giving his all at every performance, live and in studio, yet never taking himself too seriously. He simply wanted to please, to entertain, to give people a few moments of lightness and fun with his art – music that he called “disposable pop”. His voice soared 4 ½ octaves, from a rich heady baritone to husky chest tones and up to head tones light and clear as crystal. A shy man off-stage, he engaged thousands on stage with his unabashed dancing and prancing, his call and returns, his teasing, innuendos and compliments.
Just three weeks before his death, Freddie was in the studio recording his final tracks for QUEEN, while downing shots of Vodka throughout the session in order to manage the pain as he belted out the last verses, leaving one verse undone as the pain grew too intense. Even then, as a man who believed the show must go on, he vowed to return to complete the track another day. A day that never came.
In the end, when medication simply kept him alive without helping him to live, he continued to do things his way. He stopped his medication. All of it. His bones now so brittle the slightest movement broke them. His energy so exhausted he could not walk but had to be carried, gingerly, because everything hurt. And in the end, his voice went quiet. His legendary bombast now a beautiful memory for those of us privileged enough to witness it in real time.
“I won’t be a rock star. I will be a legend.” ~ Freddie Mercury, legend; 09/05/1946 – 11/24/1991
My sincere thanks to Darkscott1 for creating this magnificent tribute video in honor of Freddie