I kinda forgot this bit from the previous “Are you a musician?” blog entry. Here goes:

Shel: Are you a musician?
Albert: Yeah, I play guitar…
Shel: Do you play bass?
Albert: Yeah, I can play bass too…
Lisa: Ooh! What are your favorite bands?
Albert: Oh, uh… Red Hot Chili Peppers? Incubus, Faith No More, Black Sabbath, Metallica, Jimi Hendrix… but as of late I’ve diversified into a lot of different genres.
Lisa: What about Queen?
Albert: OH YEAH! QUEEN! How could I forget! My current favorite band! I can be walking down the street when I get a Jack Black moment and start singing a Brian May solo aloud. (I wasn’t making this up to impress her; name a Queen song and I’ll do a Jack Black for you.)
Lisa: Oooh! I think Freddie Mercury’s death date just passed! I wanted to blast Queen songs out loud in memory of him!

I silently whipped out my phone, and Googled “Freddie Mercury death“. It said November 24th 1991.

Albert: Well, I’d learn a song. I’ve been doing that with some parts of Bohemian Rhapsody and some other songs, but their songs are quite complex.
Lisa: Yeah, but I only know basic guitar…
Albert: Oh, and you’re not too late; he died on November 24th, 1991.
Lisa: Alright! I shall remember that and blast his music then.
Albert: Oh, and you know, as I was going up the lift, realizing I was in the Ritz Carlton, the lyrics, “Dining at the Ritz, we’ll meet at nine precisely” played in my head.

Brokeback Mountain did not make me cry. Jim Hutton’s story (click here and look for “Wembley”), now that was a tearjerker. I read its entirety on my phone in a minor bout of insomnia. Beautiful, beautiful story.

Come to think of it, his autobiography would make a great movie. I’d watch it even if it was 3 hours long. (They should leave out those bits, though.)

Did you know? He was born on the 5th of September, 1946 as Farrokh Bulsara, in Zanzibar! (Yes, such a place exists; it’s an African island.)

Oh, and here’s another very recent “musician” picture:

Hello peacock!