Today's track isn't so much a mashup per se, more of a remix. It comes courtesy of hometown DJ, and personal favorite, Z-Trip. In honor of Freddie Mercury's 65th Birthday (see a common thread to today's posts), I thought I would post a mix of my wife's favorite Queen tune. Ladies and gentlemen, I present 'Fat Bottom Girls'.
Showing posts with label Queen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Queen. Show all posts
Monday, September 5, 2011
Quote Of The Day
"When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance."- Freddie Mercury of Queen
I'd say he got what he wanted. Happy Birthday, Freddie.
My personal favorite...
Video: Google Remembers Freddie Mercury
Freddie Mercury would have been 65 years old today. To celebrate, Google UK has put together a doodle in tribute of the bisexual rock icon. He died on November 24, 1991, from complications from the AIDS virus.
On a personal note: When playing the Google video for the first time, my three year old ran to my laptop and screamed, "Is that Freddie?". She has never heard that particular Queen track before. Yes, we play that much Queen in our home. In fact, she has known all of the words to 'Bohemian Rhapsody' since she was 18 months old.
Secondly, am I the only one that can't hear 'Don't Stop Me Now' without thinking of 'Shawn of the Dead'?
On a personal note: When playing the Google video for the first time, my three year old ran to my laptop and screamed, "Is that Freddie?". She has never heard that particular Queen track before. Yes, we play that much Queen in our home. In fact, she has known all of the words to 'Bohemian Rhapsody' since she was 18 months old.
Secondly, am I the only one that can't hear 'Don't Stop Me Now' without thinking of 'Shawn of the Dead'?
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
My 500th Post: A Look Back
When I look back, 500 posts don't seem like that much. Then again, looking at the length of some of these posts, I have more content on this page than many blogs with 10,000 entries. I started this page on September 11, 2009, with an entry about how 9/11 changed my views on the National Anthem, based upon the way I was brought up as a Jehovah's Witness.
Reading that post, it's obvious that my writing abilities have improved in the last 18 months. I have, without a doubt, taken up a more professional writing style. It's almost as if I've become a professional blogger. Now, if only I can start making money at this. LOL. This has, in a way, become my profession. In the months since starting the site, I have realized that I will likely never work another "traditional" day of work again in my life. This has, in fact, become my "job", and I'm starting to treat it as such.
There was a post that I wrote about two weeks in to the site, that I wanted to share again. It brought back a lot of positive memories. Memories that personally I need right now. The post is from September 30, 2009. It's called, "I Am A Rockstar Dad or How Bohemian Rhapsody Makes My Daughter Vomit":
It makes me realize that I need to continue to talk about my daughter. I focus so much on world events, politics, religion, gay rights, etc., that I sometimes forget the most important things in the world.
Reading that post, it's obvious that my writing abilities have improved in the last 18 months. I have, without a doubt, taken up a more professional writing style. It's almost as if I've become a professional blogger. Now, if only I can start making money at this. LOL. This has, in a way, become my profession. In the months since starting the site, I have realized that I will likely never work another "traditional" day of work again in my life. This has, in fact, become my "job", and I'm starting to treat it as such.
There was a post that I wrote about two weeks in to the site, that I wanted to share again. It brought back a lot of positive memories. Memories that personally I need right now. The post is from September 30, 2009. It's called, "I Am A Rockstar Dad or How Bohemian Rhapsody Makes My Daughter Vomit":
"The last few days, every time our daughter says "Mama", my wife and I both say, "Oh oh oh oh". We're hoping to have her know all the words to 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by the time she is two. We're sick like that.
Anyway, my wife was indisposed, and the baby had a poopy diaper. It was my turn to change the nasty diaper, so I picked up the baby and laid her down on her changing table to be changed. As I am changing her, I start singing 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. I'm doing the voices and everything. She's loving it.
I get to the "Galileo" part, and I'm zooming in and out in front of her face. She's cracking up. Her eyes are bigger than I have ever seen them. Her mouth is open wide and going back and forth between a smile and a big "O" shape.
By the time I'm singing "Let him go!", I've forgotten about putting the new diaper back on. She's hysterical. She has the hiccups and is clapping. I feel like I'm opening up for Robin Williams at the Improv.
Then comes the greatest line of one of the most legendary rock songs ever written: "Beelzebub has a devil put a side for me...for meeee.....FOR MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Just as I hit the high note, my daughter's face goes from a look of pure joy to "I'm not so sure about this".
Suddenly, thick chunky dark green sludge launched about eight inches out of my daughter's mouth. It covers my arms, my hands, her stomach, shirt, face and hair. My first thought: "HOLY FUCK!". Second thought: "Jimi Hendrix, Jimi Hendrix". My daughter was still on her back and she was choking on her own vomit. I turned her over on her stomach, gave her a couple of good thwacks on the back until she started breathing OK, and stood her up.
I was as cool and as calm as could be, like I had done this a hundred times. Any other time, I would have been blowing chunks all over the bedroom, but I grabbed a handful of baby wipes, and started cleaning the little squirt down. This was the first time she had puked and was old enough to be aware of what was going on. I was cleaning her off. She looked at me, slowly looked down at herself, and yelled "Mama". And into the shower she went.
I was so proud of myself. I handled it like a pro. Almost more like a roadie than a dad. Let's put it this way...if I would have been on Janis Joplin's detail, she'd probably still be alive."18 months later, she knows all of the words to the verses of 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. She calls it "The Mama Oooh Song". If that isn't cool enough, she does the hand claps during ' We Will Rock You', and we have our own little gestures orchestrated for 'We Are the Champions'. She doesn't know who the band Queen is. But when you ask her, "Who sings 'Mama Oooh'?", she'll tell you that it's "Freddie" (She says, giggling, "He's got a funny mustache."). I fucking love my little girl. The video below is her favorite Youtube video to watch. Well, that and that 'Whip My Hair' video. LOL.
It makes me realize that I need to continue to talk about my daughter. I focus so much on world events, politics, religion, gay rights, etc., that I sometimes forget the most important things in the world.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Just When 'Glee' Goes Fat Positive...
...They screw it up. If you watched Tuesday night's episode of 'Glee', then you got to know Lauren Zizes better. She kicks ass! She's confident. She's on the wrestling team. She dresses cool, and she doesn't just jump into a relationship with someone. She expects to be treated like a lady. She wants to be wooed.
I'm watching the show, and I'm thinking, "This is great. They're going to do a fat positive thing. It's going to be awesome to see a positive fat teenage female character on television. Maybe she'll be able to do what Kurt did for gay kids in America". She's playing hard to get with Puck. Puck's crushing hard on this girl. Then Puck sings Queen's 'Fat Bottomed Girls':
She was insulted. I know that if I sang that for my wife, she would be on me like white on rice. At that point, the show, and the Lauren's character went downhill. Number one, throughout the episode, Puck is continually telling her things like, "I usually don't go for girls like you", or "You're not my type". The worst backhanded compliment of them all was something along the lines of, "You have to realize that I'm not into you because of what you look like, but because you're a cool person. Like me." I found that more of an insult than a compliment. I think she's cute.
Secondly, and perhaps worst of all, the way they have her character written, she's always being tempted and wooed with food. One of the jokes last night was she gave Puck his box of chocolates back because they sucked. The box was empty. When he asked why, she said "because I had to make sure every one of them sucked". For fuck's sake, when he asked her out on Valentine's Day, he got down on one knee and proposed with a Ring Pop. Really? Food jokes for the fat chick? I thought this show was better than that.
I've been fat all of my life. I still am. Even though I am over 6' 4" tall, I still weigh over 300 lbs. Over the years, I have been able to accept the fact that I am fat and appreciate my body. It wasn't until well into adulthood when that happened. I am 35 now, and there are still times I look in the mirror and think, "My god, man. Look at yourself. You're so fat and ugly. How could anyone ever find you attractive?" Anyone reading this can tell you, life as a fat kid can be hell. Personally, I was picked on and beat up more because I was fat, than because of my religion or my sexuality.
Overweight teenagers, especially teenage females, need someone on TV to look up to. Someone empowered. Someone confident about herself. Someone fat positive. Ryan Murphy, stop making fat jokes. You wouldn't subject Kurt or Blaine to gay jokes. Don't humiliate Lauren either. Young women need someone to look up to. You introduced Kurt Hummel to America as a role model for our generation. Give us Lauren Zizes.
I'm watching the show, and I'm thinking, "This is great. They're going to do a fat positive thing. It's going to be awesome to see a positive fat teenage female character on television. Maybe she'll be able to do what Kurt did for gay kids in America". She's playing hard to get with Puck. Puck's crushing hard on this girl. Then Puck sings Queen's 'Fat Bottomed Girls':
She was insulted. I know that if I sang that for my wife, she would be on me like white on rice. At that point, the show, and the Lauren's character went downhill. Number one, throughout the episode, Puck is continually telling her things like, "I usually don't go for girls like you", or "You're not my type". The worst backhanded compliment of them all was something along the lines of, "You have to realize that I'm not into you because of what you look like, but because you're a cool person. Like me." I found that more of an insult than a compliment. I think she's cute.
Secondly, and perhaps worst of all, the way they have her character written, she's always being tempted and wooed with food. One of the jokes last night was she gave Puck his box of chocolates back because they sucked. The box was empty. When he asked why, she said "because I had to make sure every one of them sucked". For fuck's sake, when he asked her out on Valentine's Day, he got down on one knee and proposed with a Ring Pop. Really? Food jokes for the fat chick? I thought this show was better than that.
I've been fat all of my life. I still am. Even though I am over 6' 4" tall, I still weigh over 300 lbs. Over the years, I have been able to accept the fact that I am fat and appreciate my body. It wasn't until well into adulthood when that happened. I am 35 now, and there are still times I look in the mirror and think, "My god, man. Look at yourself. You're so fat and ugly. How could anyone ever find you attractive?" Anyone reading this can tell you, life as a fat kid can be hell. Personally, I was picked on and beat up more because I was fat, than because of my religion or my sexuality.
Overweight teenagers, especially teenage females, need someone on TV to look up to. Someone empowered. Someone confident about herself. Someone fat positive. Ryan Murphy, stop making fat jokes. You wouldn't subject Kurt or Blaine to gay jokes. Don't humiliate Lauren either. Young women need someone to look up to. You introduced Kurt Hummel to America as a role model for our generation. Give us Lauren Zizes.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Sacha Baron Cohen To Play Freddie Mercury In Biopic
Exciting movie news: Sacha Baron Cohen has just signed a deal to play Freddie Mercury in an upcoming biopic. Although it should be easy for him to look the part(he could be a ringer with the right makeup), it is unclear whether Cohen will actually sing Freddie's songs during filming.
The picture received a green light and promise of intellectual support from the surviving members of Queen. In fact, this is the first time that Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon have licensed songs and music publishing rights for a movie about the band. The rights package includes the use of We Are the Champions, Another One Bites the Dust, You're My Best Friend, We Will Rock You and Bohemian Rhapsody. Production is set to start sometime in 2011.
The picture is scripted to cover the early days of Queen through their Live Aid performance in 1985. At this time, there is no plan to make Mercury's final days a subject of the film. He died from complications of AIDS on November 24, 1991. It was his death that helped remove the stigma of those suffering with the AIDS virus.
The picture received a green light and promise of intellectual support from the surviving members of Queen. In fact, this is the first time that Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon have licensed songs and music publishing rights for a movie about the band. The rights package includes the use of We Are the Champions, Another One Bites the Dust, You're My Best Friend, We Will Rock You and Bohemian Rhapsody. Production is set to start sometime in 2011.
The picture is scripted to cover the early days of Queen through their Live Aid performance in 1985. At this time, there is no plan to make Mercury's final days a subject of the film. He died from complications of AIDS on November 24, 1991. It was his death that helped remove the stigma of those suffering with the AIDS virus.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I Am A Rockstar Dad or How Bohemian Rhapsody Makes My Daughter Vomit
The last few days, every time our daughter says "Mama", my wife and I both say, "Oh oh oh oh". We're hoping to have her know all the words to 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by the time she is two. We're sick like that.
Anyway, my wife was indisposed, and the baby had a poopy diaper. It was my turn to change the nasty diaper, so I picked up the baby and laid her down on her changing table to be changed. As I am changing her, I start singing 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. I'm doing the voices and everything. She's loving it.
I get to the "Galileo" part, and I'm zooming in and out in front of her face. She's cracking up. Her eyes are bigger than I have ever seen them. Her mouth is open wide and going back and forth between a smile and a big "O" shape.
By the time I'm singing "Let him go!", I've forgotten about putting the new diaper back on. She's hysterical. She has the hiccups and is clapping. I feel like I'm opening up for Robin Williams at the Improv.
Then comes the greatest line of one of the most legendary rock songs ever written: "Beelzebub has a devil put a side for me...for meeee.....FOR MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Just as I hit the high note, my daughter's face goes from a look of pure joy to "I'm not so sure about this".
Suddenly, thick chunky dark green sludge launched about eight inches out of my daughter's mouth. It covers my arms, my hands, her stomach, shirt, face and hair. My first thought: "HOLY FUCK!". Second thought: "Jimi Hendrix, Jimi Hendrix". My daughter was still on her back and she was choking on her own vomit. I turned her over on her stomach, gave her a couple of good thwacks on the back until she started breathing OK, and stood her up.
I was as cool and as calm as could be, like I had done this a hundred times. Any other time, I would have been blowing chunks all over the bedroom, but I grabbed a handful of baby wipes, and started cleaning the little squirt down. This was the first time she had puked and was old enough to be aware of what was going on. I was cleaning her off. She looked at me, slowly looked down at herself, and yelled "Mama". And into the shower she went.
I was so proud of myself. I handled it like a pro. Almost more like a roadie than a dad. Let's put it this way...if I would have been on Janis Joplin's detail, she'd probably still be alive.
Anyway, my wife was indisposed, and the baby had a poopy diaper. It was my turn to change the nasty diaper, so I picked up the baby and laid her down on her changing table to be changed. As I am changing her, I start singing 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. I'm doing the voices and everything. She's loving it.
I get to the "Galileo" part, and I'm zooming in and out in front of her face. She's cracking up. Her eyes are bigger than I have ever seen them. Her mouth is open wide and going back and forth between a smile and a big "O" shape.
By the time I'm singing "Let him go!", I've forgotten about putting the new diaper back on. She's hysterical. She has the hiccups and is clapping. I feel like I'm opening up for Robin Williams at the Improv.
Then comes the greatest line of one of the most legendary rock songs ever written: "Beelzebub has a devil put a side for me...for meeee.....FOR MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Just as I hit the high note, my daughter's face goes from a look of pure joy to "I'm not so sure about this".
Suddenly, thick chunky dark green sludge launched about eight inches out of my daughter's mouth. It covers my arms, my hands, her stomach, shirt, face and hair. My first thought: "HOLY FUCK!". Second thought: "Jimi Hendrix, Jimi Hendrix". My daughter was still on her back and she was choking on her own vomit. I turned her over on her stomach, gave her a couple of good thwacks on the back until she started breathing OK, and stood her up.
I was as cool and as calm as could be, like I had done this a hundred times. Any other time, I would have been blowing chunks all over the bedroom, but I grabbed a handful of baby wipes, and started cleaning the little squirt down. This was the first time she had puked and was old enough to be aware of what was going on. I was cleaning her off. She looked at me, slowly looked down at herself, and yelled "Mama". And into the shower she went.
I was so proud of myself. I handled it like a pro. Almost more like a roadie than a dad. Let's put it this way...if I would have been on Janis Joplin's detail, she'd probably still be alive.
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