Interviewer: “How do you perform under pressure?”
Me: ‘I usually do the Bowie parts’
Whenever this song comes on the radio, TV, shuffle, whatever, people will make a choice. Be it conscious or not they’re either gonna be Freddie or they’re gonna be Zavid for the next few minutes. Only dangerous psychopaths try to be both. The Detective’s on many a TV Drama could save a lot of time (not to mention lives) if they were to employ my technique.
There is of course ‘The other way’. The choice made by people who are unsure if they were getting the once in a life time genius pairing of David Bowie and Queen in the depths of the 1980’s turning out a competitive funk jam which evolves into a torch song for all humanity or Vanilla Ice.
You can define those people into a group who don’t discern clearly enough either in their own choice of Music Library, Radio Station, Life Choices to count as anything other than fodder for the afore mentioned psycho’s.
This is the end, beautiful friends. I want to thank all of you so much for playing along. I want to thank J Hubner for introducing me to Kurt Vile, Dawn Hoof for sending me a ray of light in Ella Harp. Milo and the Kids at Stuff And That for being so fucking funny. Paul Elmo for being like a motivational speaker with force ghost powers. 80’s Metalman, DeKe and 2Loud2OldMusic have been my rainbow bridge back to the market boys of my youth. HotFox63 I wanna “Danke” for tolerating my high school German practice.
1537, PostPunkMonk, Aphrodisical you have exquisite taste. J. Jay, Jeff Japp, MacAdler, Dan, Angel, A Thousand Mistakes, Heavy Metal Overload, KeepsMeAlive! If there were a pub at the end of our road where we could meet up and put the world to rights… I’d be there.
SpoiltVictorianChild you should be in charge of the country. Buried On Mars! You should be allowed to make the next Star Wars movie. KeepMeAlive you should be in charge of education. And LadyCult, Damn Girl. Damn! You’re cool! You just keep being you.
Usually around the bit where it goes
“E-dayo! E-Dayo! Bubba Bobom Bom”
I turn to MrsForTheDeaf and say something like
‘This is the greatest pop song ever made’
She usually smiles and replies with
“People on the streets, De Da De Dar Der”
The nonsense scat singing and the vague specifically relatable lyrics mean everyone can find meaning in Under Pressure. Everyone can be Freddie or Bowie for a few minutes.
We CAN Be Heroes.