As wintry weather moved across the local area this evening, I was ensconced in the cozy, dark confines of a movie theater with my friend, Jennifer. We sat munching our popcorn, as our eyes feasted on the story of Queen unfolding on the big screen, and our senses devoured every song featured in Bohemian Rhapsody. It was a wonderful way to end a hectic day, and it provided me with some unexpected moments of gratitude.
I am grateful for the music of Queen. I grew up listening to Queen, and their music, particularly Bohemian Rhapsody, was part of the soundtrack of my youth. Freddie Mercury was the consummate entertainer who could command an audience’s attention like few other performers could, and Queen’s music always stood out from the rest. Hearing their music fill up the theater unearthed so many good memories and positive feelings, and it felt like I was visiting a dear, old friend. One of the highlights was hearing and seeing the recreation of Radio Gaga from 1985’s Live Aid concert at Wembley Stadium. It gave me chills when I sat in front of the tv in our family room watching it during the summer before my senior year of high school, and the chills returned as I watched the cinematic version tonight. All hail Queen!
I am grateful for the movie, Bohemian Rhapsody. A movie critic, I am not, but I thought this film depicted the music of Queen and the life of Freddie Mercury in such a realistic and poignant manner. It was the seamless melding of several stories together, like the combination of notes that make up a melody, and its themes are ones that resonate with many people. Becoming who you were born to be. Taking risks to pursue a dream. Finding true love. Learning to like yourself. Forgiving yourself. I am grateful for this story, as it will surely stay with me long after the credits rolled.
I am grateful for finding a kindred spirit in an old friend. Although Jennifer and I met in college, I did not discover that we were kindred spirits until recently. We not only share the same birthday, but we share a similar heart and view of life. I jokingly told her that sometimes I think that we are the same person, but truth be told, I value her for the extraordinary person she is in her own right, not because of our similarities. As we continue to reconnect as adults, I am grateful for her friendship and that she and her husband are my people.
Thanks to the magic of music, movies, and kindred spirits that transformed this cold, dark night into moments that touched my heart and moved me to tears. And that’s a wrap. . .
Just one thing each day . . .
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