Welcome to another edition on the blog feature where one person’s digital trash is going to turn into my creative treasure. It’s time to conjure up another picture and give it the Random Image Inspiration treatment! Since I got a snow day (snow night?) from work Friday, I’m going to put extra that time to use by putting this entire thing together in the wee hours of Saturday morning. The random numbers, please….
15, 50, 65, 43
The allegedly random numbers at random.org sure seem to come up with a lot of multiples of five. Oh well, here’s how those four numbers played out four days ago…
The 15th post in my Reader was this one by Pam and Teddy
The 50th word in that post is “I”
The 65th word in that post is “it’s”
Well, that’s pretty generic, huh? Who knows what that will bring up….
Typing “I it’s” into Google Image Search brought this up as the 43rd result….
First off… since I’m writing this four days before it actually posts, I sincerely hope nothing actually happens to Queen Elizabeth before this goes live. That would be very awkward…
This may be an album cover from The Smiths, but I’m going to use a different band as my inspiration…
Queen is fine. I mean, their songs are mostly alright. I could honestly stand to never hear “Fat Bottom Girls” again in my life. I admit to never being a fan of “We Will Rock You” or “We Are The Champions.” ‘Bohemian Rhapsody” and “Another One Bites the Dust” are starting to wear awfully thin due to the excessive overplay. But other than all that, you know, they’re still….. alright.
Unfortunately for my music listening pleasure, Queen airplay has been trending in the opposite direction of what I’d prefer. Thanks to some movie about the life of Freddie Mercury that was a huge hit late last year, their music has become trendy again… and radio stations think we want to hear even more of the same songs they’ve been shoving down our throats since the legend of the leotard originally died in 1991. I’ve about had my fill of the same five Queen songs getting played everywhere there’s an atmosphere conducive to carrying sound waves, and I’m getting sick and tired of the questionable lionization of Freddie Fucking Mercury…
It’s like three years ago when Prince took his last ride on the purple elevator. Another overplayed musician who I didn’t particularly care for had now suddenly become the greatest performer since The San Diego Chicken and I had to listen to “When Doves Cry” and “Kiss” until that whiny little Prince voice made my eardrums rupture. Just stop it. Prince wasn’t all that, and Freddie Mercury wasn’t all that either. Anyone can dance and prance around on stage like a lunatic after raiding their sister’s wardrobe. That’s what the glam era was all about. But to do so in front of millions of people while sporting the world’s cheesiest porn mustache and looking like you’d just spent the last ten hours lifting weights in a sauna is just too much. Hell, it took a third rate Saturday Night Live skit like”Wayne’s World” just to put you back on the map in the 90’s after you were on the long road to being forgotten.
So to those out there who are trying to prop up the Mercury mystique while also hoping to rake in a bunch of cash off the sweat covered back of a dead man…. please go find something else to do. Freddie and Queen are fine as ambient noise in the background of music history. But they weren’t the second coming of The Beatles… or even The Platters. When it comes to the Bohemian Rhapsody fueled resurgence in Freddie Mercury’s popularity… I will be very glad when the Queen is finally dead.