“I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.”
― Freddie Mercury
I don’t usually write movie reviews. But I need to dislodge the words and whirling emotions out of my head. This movie moved me in a way that I didn’t expect at all.
Aside from the eerily identical cast, sweeping acting, capturing cinematography properties, and tear-inducing storytelling, a message seeped into me that left me dazed.
Freddie passed away in 1991. I was born in 1991. Queen shone bright in the 80s. My musical taste is stuck in the 80s.
Music, in general, speaks very uniquely to us. It vibrates our fibers, excites the water in our bodies, it shakes our soul.
Freddie was a master of his craft. And he knew it. He was no saint. And he knew that too. Just a human with flaws. But he followed his heart and he punched the sky with his voice.
He was persistent in his vision, he did not settle down for the ‘formula’, for what was proven to work, for as we call now ‘the trend’.
He taught me to not get influenced, but to seek inspiration and inspire.
To be authentic, to no wallow in self-pity, to admit when I am wrong, to apologize.
To like, care, and love myself.
To like, care, and love my chosen family.
To really engage with other souls, interact, and understand them.
No hierarchy; no preacher and the lister, no master and the student. We all lift each other up, hand in hand, fingertips to fingertips. Equally important. A star is not born without thousands of pounding hearts beating to its melody.
His living voice still inspires. That is the ghost of him, among us, in our ears, and behind our ribs.
No looking back, only forward.
When he found out he didn’t have much time left, he dedicated the remainder to doing what he was born to do; to be a performer.
So the question burns in my mind: what I am born to do?
I certainly must not merely wait for a better day to come. Or hold the pain of the past in this meat and bone assembly.
my world was so small.
now it’s so big.
i thank thee.
What are you born to do?