For several reasons, it messed up with me. Good movies or books or songs are supposed to do that, don't they? And why do I need to speak up about it? I've been mulling about this for these days, why would I blog about how Fred Mercury influenced my teenage years. And, after all, here I am.
Growing up in a small town in Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, in pre-internet era, it was very hard to keep up to date with the world. We had a few glimpses of what was happening in the cosmos through TV and radio, and - in my case - my English course teachers. Two guys who lived in Rio and worked in my small town during the week. Really cool guys over their 35's, they had lived abroad at some point, gays (I know now), and guess what? Both looked liked this:
Really, I swear.
Tight jeans, tight t-shirt, black belt, moustache.
I liked them, a lot. Respected, looked after their knowledge of the English language. So, the way they looked - very, very different from the other guys in my small city - was... ok. It was just the way they were. So what? Big Deal.
The music they liked, the books they recommended, the movies... We were prone to like as well. They were cool guys.
That's where Fred Mercury comes in.
Nowaday, my 9 yo son likes some of them, can sing 'We will rock you'.
But he is in several of my books. The Magical Tour - the very last - is in '45 days in Europe with Mr. Darcy', the teacher's influence is in 'The Prince of Pemberley'.
Now, I do what I can - and have been doing since I watched the movie: watch again the Live aid concert.
BTW, that opening sequence on 'Bohemian Rhapsody' ... OMG!!!
disclaimer: all images came from google search 'bohemian rhapsody' 'to sir with love' and 'fred mercury'
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