Bing and Freddy

I FaceTimed my youngest daughter over the weekend. See, I’m not a complete technophobe. She was in the bedroom of the unit she purchased five months ago. Noticing a lack of decoration on the walls I asked when was she going to get around to hanging some of the colourful art works she had collected on her overseas travels -Flamenco Dancers, Greek Islands, the usual stuff. Daughter responded with “Mo, I’m waiting for you to cark it so I can hang your Errol lobby cards.” Thus proving that eccentricity and a warped sense of humour are hereditary…..

This is my daughter who collects singing Bing Crosby Dolls. We holidayed together in beautiful Norfolk Island – Fletcher Christian Country – a few years ago and what item did we return to Australia with to remind ourselves of our days playing tourist? Bracelets of pressed shell or pearls? Of course not ! We found a mini Bing dressed in a pinstripe suit singing “Accentuate The Positive”. As you do.

This daughter is also keen on Freddy Mercury. And yes, before you ask, she does have a singing Freddy Doll. I have no issues with either of these collections given that as a youngster she was into sport, politics, and share trading ( Yeah, I know….), with not a Barbie nor Ken doll in sight.

November looks like an exciting month for this child of mine with the release of Bohemian Rhapsody, the Freddy Mercury story, at the Cinemas. I’ve also just informed her that a theatrical production of High Society is coming to Brisi next month. This is her favourite movie and posters and framed record covers adorn her lounge room walls to great effect.

That’s one way of getting her to visit her poor , old mother for a Sunday roast, isn’t it?


Have You Ever Cried At A Rock Concert?

I have.

Last night at the Queen and Adam Lambert Concert playing in the barn at the swamp. Oops, I meant the Brisbane Entertainment Centre.

Lead guitarist, Brian May, one of the two original Queen members, still has “it”. Seventy years of age and I remain pea green with envy of his hair. Yes, it may have turned grey, but look at those curls. I hate men with good hair, don’t you? It is just so unfair. And his prowess on the gee-tar? Simply phenomenal.

The original drummer, Roger Taylor, may have walked on stage looking like he could play Santa at the local Shopping Centre next Christmas, but he did not lose a beat. Just brilliant. The drumming duel with a young fellow, forty years his junior, only emphasised his expertise.

Amazing musicians, and much thanks to my beautiful girls for flying in from cooler parts of the country for a night on the town with the “old bag”.

Young Adam Lambert is pretty, flamboyant, a showman, and charismatic. I think I’m in love…… ( Look, a bloke who comes on stage in black pants and a sparkley dress – sparklier than anything than I’ve ever worn – but still has me excited has to be good. Right?)

Yes, I had consumed a wine or two with lunch. Yes, I am on the wrong side of 50.

What brought me to tears?

Two things.

The realisation that these were Rock Gods performing, who in all likelihood, I may never have the opportunity to see perform live again.

And just like this video: Freddy Mercury. There was a “ kinda magic” in the barn last night. (Courtesy of You Tube)

And just because this is totally devoid of any reference to books, here’s the Pre Concert lunch that I prepared:-

Steamed fish goyzas , oysters kilpatrick, bbq prawns, marinated octopus, deep fried coconut prawns, sand crab, beer battered scallops and fresh prawns. Home baked whole meal bread too, but could someone please remind me to buy a decent bread knife…