The first time I met Jeff J.'s friend Shrek we spent a good deal of time chatting about rock and roll. (Oh, surprise.) And at some point Shrek asked me, "Who is your favorite band ever?" He didn't even have the sentence completely out of his mouth before I said, "Queen." He said, "Wow. You didn't even have to think about it for one second. Why Queen?"
Why Queen? Why do people ask me that? Just ask me why I need my lungs while you're at it. That question makes as much sense as the question, "Why Queen?" I went on about how Queen had the greatest singer ever, blah, blah...my standard Queen lecture. Fortunately, he thinks Queen is great as well, he just wanted to hear why I liked them. That saved me an awful lot of time explaining. I sure am sick of explaining why I love Queen. Why wouldn't I love Queen? They are the greatest rock and roll band ever.
Ever.
They are my heroes for so many reasons. The March Of The Black Queen. The albums. Great King Rat. The costumes. Seaside Rendezvous. The image. Dreamer's Ball. The logo. The great, grand, wonderful Freddie Mercury persona. Freddie's great voice. Brian May's clogs. Roger Taylor's flashy trousers. John Deacon and his unassuming self. The fact that they are smart, smart, smart. Freddie had a degree in graphic design, the other three all hold degrees in various sciences.
And I love the pomp. The strut. The style. The greatest guitar tone ever.
Ever.
There is nothing about Queen that is not to like. Except the fact that everyone asks me why I like Queen.