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My love affair with Queen.



Many of you have probably noticed
(In fact I may judge you if you haven't already!)
that I love the band Queen
Almost obsessively.
It's true.
I do.
And I think the time has come to share the
reason for this unrequited love,



The first song I remember loving was Barcelona.
I was too young to know the band or singer
but I remember the song being played all the time on the radio and I loved it!
Then a few years later I remember watching the Mighty Ducks
and they sang We are the Champions
I didn't realise that  the singer was the same
until I was singing Bohemian Rhapsody one day
(I had just seen Wayne's World) and my uncle
asked me if I liked Queen.
I didn't know.
As he went through their songs with me I realised that 
I had adored this band for years and not known!
That was how it started.
All those years ago.

The more I feel in love with their music the more I found
that I could find a song to reflect nearly every situation in my life
or one that marked out different situations.

Like my Auntie Vera and I sound like dying cats as we screeched out Bohemian Rhapsody at a family wedding about 7 years ago. If not longer!

Or when I broke up with my first serious boyfriend
I used to play the song It's a Hard Life  and Save Me over and over.
It beats my best mate by far whose broken heart tune is You Raise me Up
Painful.

Friend Will be Friends reminds me of my friend Dearbhla.
Every time  hear it I make a mental note to call her.
And then forget until the next time I hear it.
It is a song that reminds me of a really good time
and a beautiful friendship.

When my sister died I listened to the song Who Wants to Live Forever a lot.
It just got it right for me at that time.
I also used to cry to the song Let me Live.
I don't know why but I associate it with that time.

One of my favourite movies is Highlander.
Now, the skeptics among you would wonder if that is because Queen wrote the soundtrack.
It is not.
I am often told that I am a boy with boobs.
Or in nicer terms, a tomboy.
Highlander has immortals, swordplay, a French man playing a Scotsman and Scotsman playing a Spaniard.
What is not to love??
It is cheesy yes.
But fabulous too!

I like the fact that I have a bad that I can really on
to give me a soundtrack to my life.
There have been days where I want to Break Free
Days where I'm glad that I have found Somebody to Love
and even more delighted that James is the Love of my Life
There are times when I'm seriously Under Pressure

And there are days when I want to snuggle under my duvet with a nice cup of tea
and toast Queen as they make me laugh, cry and sing along with their music.

To Queen!
 
Oh, and I hope you all got your Freddie on! 
Happy Freddie Day!
 

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