Twenty years ago today (24 November 1991) the world of music lost one of its most iconic figures, Farrokh Bulsara, a.k.a. Freddie Mercury.
Freddie, lead singer of Queen, died at his home in Kensington, London, of bronchial pneumonia resulting from AIDS, which he publicly announced he had just the day before.
Despite his terrible illness and constant hounding from the tabloid press, Freddie bravely soldiered on with Queen.
The band recorded the chart topping albums The Miracle and Innuendo while Freddie had the virus.
It still amazes and inspires me that Freddie recorded the powerful vocals of the song Innuendo when he was ill, and that he had the courage to be on camera when Queen recorded the videos for I’m Going Slightly Mad and These Are the Days of Our Lives when he only had months to live and was so visibly ill.
Because of his: powerful voice, on stage presence and antics and his ability to hold Wembley Stadium in the palm of his hand, Freddie became the vocalist in my ultimate fantasy band when I finally decided to think about creating one.
Apart from the fact that everyone who loves rock music misses him deeply, I can’t think of anything new to write about Freddie.
So I’ll let him have the rest of this post.