Wow, Smichelini--I never knew that about Freddie's parents. I, too, thought it was a breakup song, but that tidbit puts it in a whole new light.
Also makes me wonder what kind of arguments Freddie had with his mum in his teenage years...
“Now, Freddie, it’s nice how you have these ambitions of becoming a—uhm, what was it…?”
rolls eyes “Pop star, Mum. I’ve told you a thousand times.”
“Right. Well…the fact is, you’re going to have to think of a backup plan just in case that one, erm, idea of yours doesn’t work out.”
“But it WILL work out, Mum!”
“Yes, well, the way you're conducting yourself now you won't be able to make a living if that flight of fancy of yours doesn't come true. I just got your report card today, and if you don't get your grades back up that band of yours is officially over! Understand?”
“You always have to bring something else into it, don’t you!? Why does this matter so much to you, Mum!? Why can’t you just let me live my own bloody life!?”
“Hey, you had better drop that attitude of yours, young man! And you never use language like that when addressing me, is that clear? ”
“URGH! But I WILL be famous someday, Mum! I have an extraordinarily distinctive voice and range which will set my band’s sound apart from others, and I also have a unique talent for writing tongue-in-cheek, yet worldly and sophisticated lyrics that will captivate listeners of all ages—“
“If you keep this up, Freddie, you’re GROUNDED!”
“FINE!” stomps up to bedroom and slams door
Am I the only one who can picture that scene just completely perfectly in the mind's eye?
Wow, Smichelini--I never knew that about Freddie's parents. I, too, thought it was a breakup song, but that tidbit puts it in a whole new light.
Also makes me wonder what kind of arguments Freddie had with his mum in his teenage years...
“Now, Freddie, it’s nice how you have these ambitions of becoming a—uhm, what was it…?”
rolls eyes “Pop star, Mum. I’ve told you a thousand times.”
“Right. Well…the fact is, you’re going to have to think of a backup plan just in case that one, erm, idea of yours doesn’t work out.”
“But it WILL work out, Mum!”
“Yes, well, the way you're conducting yourself now you won't be able to make a living if that flight of fancy of yours doesn't come true. I just got your report card today, and if you don't get your grades back up that band of yours is officially over! Understand?”
“You always have to bring something else into it, don’t you!? Why does this matter so much to you, Mum!? Why can’t you just let me live my own bloody life!?”
“Hey, you had better drop that attitude of yours, young man! And you never use language like that when addressing me, is that clear? ”
“URGH! But I WILL be famous someday, Mum! I have an extraordinarily distinctive voice and range which will set my band’s sound apart from others, and I also have a unique talent for writing tongue-in-cheek, yet worldly and sophisticated lyrics that will captivate listeners of all ages—“
“If you keep this up, Freddie, you’re GROUNDED!”
“FINE!” stomps up to bedroom and slams door
Am I the only one who can picture that scene just completely perfectly in the mind's eye?
Perhaps it's just me...