Yes.

yes.

I want #roger taylor to stomp on me.

I actually feel personally offended that there aren't photos of Roger and John from this party, since they were there 😒

Yeah, let's put some Queen on!!

Me about to do anything:

“Alright I need some music first”

Did anyone ask for a heartbreak? ⤵️

It’s so hard to explain feelings. Intense loyalty mixed with love, admiration… I would have done anything he could have asked of me, but he never asked. He never expected. Anybody involved with him was held as if by a magnet, the magnetism of his personality, his spirit… Him. Sitting at home, curled up watching television, it’s very difficult to imagine the man on stage. You knew that he would have been unable to remain quiet and introspective for any length of time. He knew that there were two Freddie Mercurys. The one curled up on the couch watching Countdown and the one perched on that one’s shoulder. There was the person and there was the showman, each vying with the other to move the physical carcass around.

Generally the showman won. Deep down inside it’s what Freddie always wanted. He had always been a showman. In its latter stages, the disease killed the showman. The showman went first and without the showman, the person was unable to continue. Freddie was no longer in a position where he could hold his head up and know he could defend himself. When the showman died, there was nothing left to fight for. The final decision was his alone. His whole life had been brought about by what he had done. He had always planned on being a star. How he did so, he felt was not his concern. He had both the hardware and thesoftware and Freddie, metaphorically, wrote his own programs.

Peter Freestone in Freddie Mercury: An Ultimate Memoir By The Man How Knew Him Best

Please, stop hating Adam Lambert just because he doesn't sound like Freddie. It's been almost 10 years, let it go.

The experience (The Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert) was summed up, relates Spike, by the scene at the after-show party at Brown’s nightclub. “Upstairs, I saw Roger propped up against the wall, just staring into space. Then I spotted Brian a couple of feet away, doing the same thing. I went over to them. ‘How do you feel?’ I said. ‘Can’t feel anything,’ one of them replied. Nobody could remember anything about it. You just couldn’t take it all in. Once it was over, it was, ‘God—what have we done for the past month? And what do we do now?’ ”

Mercury: An Ultimate Biography of Freddie Mercury by Lesley-Ann Jones