Thursday, July 12, 2007

Queen @ Wembley; Taylor; Simmons

"Wimbledon," according to Nigel Tufnel.
XXI years ago right now, Freddie, Brian, Roger, and John were beating ass at Wembley Stadium in London. The show makes for one of my top xliv favorite live albums and one of my top iii favorite Queen live albums.

"The New Wimbledon" according to Nigel Tufnel.

Alas, the Yankee Stadium of Great Britain has been replaced by the new Yankee Stadium of Great Britain. If you're laughing at me, you're giggling like a little schoolgirl at the look of this stadium. I can just hear a limey from Manchester say "Look at these seats, mate.

Freddie Mercury xxi years ago today.
Midfield, thir'y rows up, and we'll be ou' o' the sun because we'll be die-rec'ly under the west labium! This'll be the grea'est Oasis concer' evah!"

Me as Freddie, rocking State Street mccclxxii days ago.

But seriously, Wembley was really kind of on its way to becoming the Cotton Bowl of Great Britain, so maybe it's a good thing they tore it down. And look what the Cotton Bowl has more or less been replaced with--Texas Stadium, which, in line with the new Wembley's resemblance of a vagina, looks like an anus.

XXXI years ago, a guy named John Taylor was born. When you have a wife, mother-in-law, two sisters-in-law, and xix ex-girlfriends, all of whom I'd pay to bone, you've won my respect, my friend. Happy birthday, John.

And happy birthday, Richard Simmons.

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