Where the hell is Queen?

[BadMoon]

Happy F'n Birthday to the Naysayer turned ally

Same with you, you sexy *******.

 

[Karma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BApaVMqAVtc

 

[occulum]

It sucks because all I can think about tonight is my dad and how much I miss him.

 

[King Darkness]

.....A drink to lost those not with us Keith.

 

[Darth Madden]

One of my top 3 Queen songs. Makes me want to cry every time I hear it.

R.I.P Freddy!!!!

I gotta agree.. one of their best.

 

[DarthNeil]

You do realize Freddy Mercury Died of AIDS like 20 years ago, right?

and as he was my favourite singer... I still remember where I was when I heard the news. He recorded "Who Wants To Live Forever?"... no, it wasn't that one--it was--- "The Show Must Go On" at the end when he knew his life was over... a shell of the man he was-- but man, that voice...

 

[Darth Madden]

and as he was my favourite singer... I still remember where I was when I heard the news. He recorded "Who Wants To Live Forever?"... no, it wasn't that one--it was--- "The Show Must Go On" at the end when he knew his life was over... a shell of the man he was-- but man, that voice...

I thought "These Are the Days of Our Lives" was that last one... maybe I am wrong.

 

[DarthNeil]

I thought "These Are the Days of Our Lives" was that last one... maybe I am wrong.

Maybe--- I seem to remember the video release of "The Show Must Go On" and Freddie's in the recording booth looking as he did at the end after AIDS had ravaged his body-- I think I also heard an interview of Brian May where he talked about recording that last LP (CD now I guess for the younguns) and how Freddie knew that it was the last time he was going to have his voice recorded and he poured so much of what he had left into the recordings.

Whichever one it was-- we lost a true musical genius and legend. But he'll live on (and forever) in his music. It's a wonderful legacy.

 

[piccolodaimaoh]

One of the last videos I saw before Freddie died was one for a cover he did of The Great Pretender.

So were is Queen? They are in the hearts and minds of everyone who has been lucky enough to experience the grace, beauty, magic and most of all pure rock-awesomeness of four men who once conquered the world.

Who wants to live forever? I don't know but I do know that the music of Queen is immortal.

 

[The Craw]

nothing beats freddie behind a piano full of beer cups.:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVtMgM9iP6U

one of my favorites. in my guitar playing days of old my buddy would come over and jam and he would sometimes bust out this solo or the solo from Killer Queen. good times.

 

[Anzik]

Keith,
Reading this thread made me think of my dad who passed away some time ago and something he said to me shortly before he died. I was sitting next to him in the hospital as he recovered from surgery to remove the sponge the University of Penn left in him and it was pretty apparent the cancer was winning by then. I said to him "Y'know Pop, this **** of you dyin' really sucks." He just said, matter of factly "Yeah but what are you going to do about it? The hardest part about getting through this is just getting through it." He also told me that the difference between an Irish funeral and an Italian funeral was that Italians would be crying hysterically even if the guy was 95 yrs old, the Irish would say thank God we had him for this long. After he died, I held it together pretty well until I was alone in his apartment and I started looking through his photo album and I saw a picture of him holding my nephew as a baby, and the weight of it hit me that my kids would never know him and I lost it. I must have cried for an hour. Its been nearly 17 years and not a day goes by that I don't think of him and miss him, but I think of all that he gave me and the good times we had and I'm thankful I had that. How much poorer my life would have been if I had never known him.
You also never know what the future holds.
It was May 21st 1991 and my dad took a turn for the worse so we got him to the hospital. He had quite a bit of morphine in him so while my brothers went to fight to get him a bed I stayed with him. He laid there very still and I didn't know if he was conscious or not but I knew it would be my last chance so I told him how much I loved him, that I was proud of him and I hoped I had made him proud of me, but he didn't respond. Just then a couple of beds down they brought a girl in that had overdosed and was screaming GET THE F--- OFF ME" at the top of her lungs. My dads eyes opened with this look of "What the hell is going on here?" quickly replaced by one that said "Shut her up I'm trying to die over here". At that moment I knew he had heard me. He got a room, we left and got really drunk.
He died that night.
He had his funeral paid for and he was cremated and according to his wishes we tossed tossed his ashes into the ocean. He had said maybe he would come back as a killer whale.
My one brother would occasionally dream about him and he told me that he sat and talked with him at his new place that was a little house next to a stream where killer whales would breach in and out of the water.
In 1999 my son was born and I was the first face he saw. I will never forget how his eyes opened and I saw an expression that was burned into my head "What the hell is going on here".
I could feel him there with me.
A few years later my son woke up one morning and said "Daddy I saw your dad last night"
I thought it was cute and I replied "Oh yeah?"
"Yep bought me ice cream and then we watched the killer whales."

 

[BadMoon]

Keith,
Reading this thread made me think of my dad who passed away some time ago and something he said to me shortly before he died. I was sitting next to him in the hospital as he recovered from surgery to remove the sponge the University of Penn left in him and it was pretty apparent the cancer was winning by then. I said to him "Y'know Pop, this **** of you dyin' really sucks." He just said, matter of factly "Yeah but what are you going to do about it? The hardest part about getting through this is just getting through it." He also told me that the difference between an Irish funeral and an Italian funeral was that Italians would be crying hysterically even if the guy was 95 yrs old, the Irish would say thank God we had him for this long. After he died, I held it together pretty well until I was alone in his apartment and I started looking through his photo album and I saw a picture of him holding my nephew as a baby, and the weight of it hit me that my kids would never know him and I lost it. I must have cried for an hour. Its been nearly 17 years and not a day goes by that I don't think of him and miss him, but I think of all that he gave me and the good times we had and I'm thankful I had that. How much poorer my life would have been if I had never known him.
You also never know what the future holds.
It was May 21st 1991 and my dad took a turn for the worse so we got him to the hospital. He had quite a bit of morphine in him so while my brothers went to fight to get him a bed I stayed with him. He laid there very still and I didn't know if he was conscious or not but I knew it would be my last chance so I told him how much I loved him, that I was proud of him and I hoped I had made him proud of me, but he didn't respond. Just then a couple of beds down they brought a girl in that had overdosed and was screaming GET THE F--- OFF ME" at the top of her lungs. My dads eyes opened with this look of "What the hell is going on here?" quickly replaced by one that said "Shut her up I'm trying to die over here". At that moment I knew he had heard me. He got a room, we left and got really drunk.
He died that night.
He had his funeral paid for and he was cremated and according to his wishes we tossed tossed his ashes into the ocean. He had said maybe he would come back as a killer whale.
My one brother would occasionally dream about him and he told me that he sat and talked with him at his new place that was a little house next to a stream where killer whales would breach in and out of the water.
In 1999 my son was born and I was the first face he saw. I will never forget how his eyes opened and I saw an expression that was burned into my head "What the hell is going on here".
I could feel him there with me.
A few years later my son woke up one morning and said "Daddy I saw your dad last night"
I thought it was cute and I replied "Oh yeah?"
"Yep bought me ice cream and then we watched the killer whales."

After reading that I am speechless Anzik. I ........ I may have to take a while to respond. I read and it truly meant something. Thanks for sharing.

 

[BadMoon]

The whole killer whale thing. I mean just wow! I really don't belive in organize religions. I also don't think that they are bad. I agree that there is a higher power. For me to deny evolution though is just dumb. It is moments like that though that make me know something is guiding us. Thanks again for sharing my friend!

 

[The Craw]

Keith,
Reading this thread made me think of my dad who passed away some time ago and something he said to me shortly before he died. I was sitting next to him in the hospital as he recovered from surgery to remove the sponge the University of Penn left in him and it was pretty apparent the cancer was winning by then. I said to him "Y'know Pop, this **** of you dyin' really sucks." He just said, matter of factly "Yeah but what are you going to do about it? The hardest part about getting through this is just getting through it." He also told me that the difference between an Irish funeral and an Italian funeral was that Italians would be crying hysterically even if the guy was 95 yrs old, the Irish would say thank God we had him for this long. After he died, I held it together pretty well until I was alone in his apartment and I started looking through his photo album and I saw a picture of him holding my nephew as a baby, and the weight of it hit me that my kids would never know him and I lost it. I must have cried for an hour. Its been nearly 17 years and not a day goes by that I don't think of him and miss him, but I think of all that he gave me and the good times we had and I'm thankful I had that. How much poorer my life would have been if I had never known him.
You also never know what the future holds.
It was May 21st 1991 and my dad took a turn for the worse so we got him to the hospital. He had quite a bit of morphine in him so while my brothers went to fight to get him a bed I stayed with him. He laid there very still and I didn't know if he was conscious or not but I knew it would be my last chance so I told him how much I loved him, that I was proud of him and I hoped I had made him proud of me, but he didn't respond. Just then a couple of beds down they brought a girl in that had overdosed and was screaming GET THE F--- OFF ME" at the top of her lungs. My dads eyes opened with this look of "What the hell is going on here?" quickly replaced by one that said "Shut her up I'm trying to die over here". At that moment I knew he had heard me. He got a room, we left and got really drunk.
He died that night.
He had his funeral paid for and he was cremated and according to his wishes we tossed tossed his ashes into the ocean. He had said maybe he would come back as a killer whale.
My one brother would occasionally dream about him and he told me that he sat and talked with him at his new place that was a little house next to a stream where killer whales would breach in and out of the water.
In 1999 my son was born and I was the first face he saw. I will never forget how his eyes opened and I saw an expression that was burned into my head "What the hell is going on here".
I could feel him there with me.
A few years later my son woke up one morning and said "Daddy I saw your dad last night"
I thought it was cute and I replied "Oh yeah?"
"Yep bought me ice cream and then we watched the killer whales."

its nice that you had a good relationship with your dad. your story was touching. i havent spoken to anyone in my family for over 10 years. peace, my friend, and fellow buffy fan.