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The moment I fell in love with Freddie Mercury, both heterosexual and homosexual...



Some people have power over me, i can't remember when exactly the music of Queen came to my attention, but dear God, it was some mind blowing, and freddie was just too amazing to be true,he was the ultimate flamboyant frontman on stage, with a slender build and later on, a glamorous mustache to die for. All of above had made Freddie quite a force to love and adore, but by the end of day, it all comes down to what matters most, the voice that second to none in rock history,  In my mind that Freddie Mercury was and forever will be, as the reflection of Allmusic magazine once wrote-"one of the most dynamic and charismatic frontmen in rock history".

Like it or not, Queen is, on a single by single basis, arguably the greatest band of all time. The Beatles may have had more influence, and their albums are without peer. The Rolling Stones may have lasted longer. Led Zepplin may have had more artistic credit. But in terms of who wrote the most songs in the popular conscience, Queen wins in a landslide. Ready? Go. Major hits: “Killer Queen,” “Fat Bottomed Girls,” “We Will Rock You,,” “We Are The Champions,” (those two also have the distinction of being the greatest track 1 and track 2 combination of all time), “Another One Bites The Dust,” “Under Pressure,” and of course, “Bohemian Rhapsody.” Minor hits: “I’m In Love With My Car,” “You’re My Best Friend,” “Bicycle Race,” “Don’t Stop Me Now,” “I Want To Break Free,” “Crazy Little Thing Called Love,” “Somebody To Love,” and that’s the short list. Everyone knows all the major hits. Everyone. And most every legitimate person knows all the minor ones listed (there are about 4.3 million more).

But we’re talking about Freddie, and why no one else was even close. The role of a frontman is two-fold: sing the songs, and put on a show. While most bands worth anything have a competent lead singer, and some even have a superior vocalist, Freddie is commonly regarded as having the greatest voice in the history of rock. He had a massive range, from a bass growl to a falsetto that was, pardon my romanticizing, damn near angelic. Song for song, I defy anyone to show me a better singer. He could be mean, playful, soothing, and it was usually done during the course of the same song.

And then the performance. Freddie was a showman of the highest degree. Each concert was a bombastic, sexual ballet, where he cavorted like a madman, flying all over the stage, making love to scaffolding, and never missing a note. He was completely over the top, but ever step came off as totally natural. There was never the feeling that he was mugging for the audience or putting on airs; him strutting around half naked wearing a sombrero was a natural part of the performance.

In one sentence, he was more than anything a rock fan could ever dream of.

It may seem to you that I’m speaking in hyperbole. Allow me to change that perception. Go pick up Queen’s “Live At The Bowl” concert (Freddie’s voice was in better shape than at Wembley, although Wembley is generally regarded as the pinnacle of their career). Start from the beginning, forgive them for the fact that they were supporting one of their lesser albums (”Hot Space”), and watch him own the crowd. By the time he gets to “We Are The Champions,” your world will be noticeably different. You can thank me later.