That used to be my attitude. Until recently (and I mean within the last few months), I never gave two shits about the band. I simply wasn't impressed. Yeah, I've always liked You're My Best Friend, We Will Rock You, We Are the Champions, and one or two more of their hits, and I really dug the entire The Game album, but other than that, I had no use for them.
I'll take a moment now to let everybody boo me off the stage.
Then my wife made me see the error of my ways. She loves Queen. For her, I gave them a shot. I listened to The Game first because, hey, I already knew I loved that album. I listened to News of the World next because I knew I could somewhat stomach that album. Next I listened to A Day at the Races and then A Night at the Opera and then Sheer Heart Attack, and hey, these fuckers aren't bad. Freddie Mercury is an undeniably intense singer and Brian May's thick guitar tone is outrageous. He can play his ass off too. Hell, all of the guys in the band can play. Where have I been?
Looking back, it was always that part in Bohemian Rhapsody that did me in. You know the part I'm talking about. The part that begins with "I see a little silhouetto of a man" and ends with "Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me." And everything in between there.
I don't like every Queen song I hear, but I hear a hell of a lot that I do like. I can appreciate the band. I give a damn about Queen.
But I still can't listen to "(Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro Magnifico."
Just can't.
