I just finished watching Rami Malek play Freddie Mercury in the movie about his life and while probably everyone had the conversation about how kind of great but also kind of campy Rami playing Freddie with those prosthetic teeth was at the time the movie first came out, I’m not sure, but does it really matter? he still did a fantastic job and I love both Freddy and Rami and I definitely, while eating dinner on my couch, because I am a grown woman who lives alone, with my bowl of rice in one hand and a glass of rosé in the other, welled up in borderline uncontrollable tears during the last fifteen minutes of the movie at the Live Aid performance because it is 100% true that Bohemian Rhapsody and We Are The Champions hold the ability to induce just about every emotion we all have in us, depending on the context in which we hear it or use it and I am typing this right now through bleary eyes trying to contain my emotions for that kind of talent and personality and ability to perform and create magic for so many people for pretty much all the rest of time while also being very self reflective. It’s true, Queen has dominated my brain space for the last few weeks. One of those shuffle playlists that served up a sound I hadn’t thought about in a long time, at a moment in which I needed a lift from outside sources and oh my I have so many words on this subject that I will edit down from the three pages I have already written about the role Queen played throughout my weird upbringing. And then I’ll tell you about how I think I might be entering my Nora Ephron phase. For now, here’s The Daily Carry:
BAG: The Fanny Pack in Shredded Wheat. Because, well…don’t make me write this. fine😑 you created this situation. Ya. Queen shredded it on stage.