Bohemian Rhapsody (2018)
It was only by the age of 5 that my father — whom at the time had a “stache”, faithful to his rocker condition — sat me on the couch to watch the greatest event the world as ever witness. I might recall Ferry and Gilmour´s charm, or Young´s monotony “one hit wonder”, but there is no explaining for what I felt during those fifteen captive minutes of a performance of the phoenix rising from the ashes. Four british fellows who made the performance of a lifetime, with the spotlight in one particular diva. “Daddy who is he? And why doesn´t his mic have a base like the other singers?” Wich my old man just answer “That is Freddie darling”. “Kind of magic” was the first record I ever hold in my tinny little hands and placed in the turning table. I found it funny not just for the loops in the songs but also cuz those four cartoons in the cover looked like yellow monkeys, that were later waved throw the sky as balloons during the wembley gig. Today, as It could only be, we remembered and r...