Maybe we should have been doing more "manly" stuff. Naturally, we'd be listening to Sheer Heart Attack or Queen II or A Night At The Opera while we were doing all this. We designed sets for a stop-motion video for the song "Fat Bottomed Girls". We turned the band members into superheroes.
#Lend me your ears series
We concocted plots for a series of movies based on their fantasy world of Rhye. We dreamed up ideas for new albums, complete with cover art. Tom and I immersed ourselves in our own fantasy world, a world that revolved around everything Queen. So for a good two and a half years, thanks to our mutual devotion, pretty much every day was a Queen Day. Mix all that nerdiness with the incredible songs, the powerful voice of Freddie Mercury, and the singular tone of Brian May's homemade Red Special guitar, and you've got the recipe for a magic musical potion that hypnotized young Don immediately. Like many rock bands back in the early 70s, Queen sang about all sorts of mystical stuff: fairies and ogres and magical flowers and rat kings and an entire make-believe land called Rhye. And not only their tunes, but the fantasy elements that were a big part of their early work.
would my budding bromance have ensorcelled me to the point where they became my favorite? I'd like to think that I wasn't that easily swayed, and that it was more the strength of Queen's songcraft that won me over. I've often wondered, had Tom been nuts about ABBA, or Molly Hatchet, or Slim Whitman. And he was more than happy to share with me his love of the group and their music. I hadn't latched onto any one band with any sort of zeal.īut Tom had already found his favorite band ever: Queen. I didn't really own a lot of records as a kid. I briefly flirted with jumping on the KISS bandwagon in fifth grade, but just like Hall & Oates and ELO and The Cars and other groups, I mainly liked their radio hits. Although I'd listened to the radio a lot over the years, I didn't really have a favorite band. The one thing we didn't share, however, was music. Comic books! Science fiction and horror movies! Video games! Goofy humor! If I liked it, Tom liked it just as much. We were from different backgrounds, but pop culture-wise, we were soul brothers. Truth is, Tom was the friend I'd been pining for for years. I touched on meeting Tom in my very first column, but it's time to get into the details. So when I got off the bus after school, I was pretty much on my lonesome. My brother was into comics and stuff too, but he was four years younger, and had a slew of local peers that he knocked around with almost daily.
But his family moved away in third grade, and from that point onward, I didn't live near a kid my own age, let alone one who shared my interests. For a while I had been able to geek out with my friend Monty, playing with Mego action figures and reading comic books. In my isolated neighborhood, however, geography forced me into being a lonely kid. But no matter how hard I tried to deal with those feelings, the loudest thought in my head was a very selfish one: how could I possibly live in a world without. I was still trying to process the horrible truth that Freddie Mercury was dead. Hours later I was laying in bed, trying to go to sleep, but my brain wouldn't let me. Somehow, I made it home without crashing.
#Lend me your ears code
I have a very vague sense of staring at the same block of code all day long without typing a single character. POOF! I don't remember walking to my desk. I distinctly remember that short conversation, but everything that came after. went back to sipping his coffee and kibbitzing. AIDS." And with that nonchalant bomb dropped, D.J. My poor brain spun as it desperately tried to make sense of what I'd just heard.
#Lend me your ears tv
I know that stock "record scratch" sound effect that comedically signifies a person's mental discombobulation has become a very, very tired trope in movies and TV shows, but it's the only way I can adequately describe what happened to me right then. "Yo D.J.!" I returned his salute with my soda. yelled out at me from across the room, waving at me with his omnipresent mug. As I was rounding the block of cubicles and saying my good mornings, my co-worker D.J. First thing in the morning, people from many different departments would be hanging out in this central hub, drinking coffee and shooting the breeze. When I got off the elevator, I cut through the operations center to get to my cubicle.
#Lend me your ears software
never again!) I made the short drive to my software development job after stopping for my regular weekly kickoff jumbo soda.
As my cats Hoshi and Ami tucked into their breakfast, I absentmindedly noshed on some cereal. Barely a month into my legal separation from The Ex, and finally on my own for the first time ever, I woke up rested and stress-free in my new apartment. November 25th 1991, a Monday, started like any other weekday.
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