I went to see Bohemian Rhapsody tonight. It’s the story of Freddie Mercury and Queen. We met his loves (female and male), saw his explosive personality (firing anyone who didn’t share his vision) and watched him descend into alcohol and drug abuse.
We also heard Freddie soar. The grand finale was onstage at Live-Aid, the 1985 concert in Wembley Stadium to raise money for the starving people of Ethiopia. Closeups showed the passion of the man, his full-throated blasting of the lyrics into the hearts of the 72,000 in attendance, and millions around the world. The man of the hour jumped, twisted and twirled. He threw hit fist aloft and spat out the words. Thousands of fans sang along to Radio Gaga as Freddie strutted his stuff.
The best for me was We Are the Champions. Freddie’s power tore me apart. My mouth dropped open:
We are the champions, my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions, we are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions of the world
Power. Such intense power, surging through Queen and their adoring devotees. Oh, if we could harness such joy for the good of the world. Imagine thousands and millions united in love, not for a celebrity, but for all of us. We’re all champions. Love exuded not for someone famous, but just to do good in the world. To know in the end that we matter. We give and someone out there is receiving.
You made ’em laugh, you made ’em cry
You made us feel like we could fly