Rocking for Al as excellently portrayed in today’s Star
Back. Just like that. Two hours and a bit ago I was in Toronto and now I am not. Intercity highways are the business:
- Here is the question: Queen – yea or nay? The concert was good value. I realized along with the elder brothers that our Queen existed from 1973 to 1978 or so. The extended occupation with 80’s pop Queen was a bit wearying but there was enough of the 70s metalesque Queen to satisfy. This morning, under sunny sky scrapers, I bought Queen II, their 1974 version of Led Zep’s Houses of the Holy with its own take on the world of orcs and other LOTR-y-ness, at Sams on Yonge to honour my early teens properly. The role of Paul Rodgers, of Free and Bad Company, playing the role of Not Freddy was well done. He was on the stage 2/3s of the time with a tape of the late Fred doing half of “Bohemian Rhapsody.” At moments Rogers was like the dream of David Brent to be Paul Rogers fronting Queen in a reunion tour. But it was good as an expression of both pre-punk and 80s pop.
- What else is going on? I have a sense that my NCAA picks are all wrong but I think I am one with all of North American manhood on that one.
- Ze life sometimes provides somethings which better than trying to make up ze jokes.
- Cambridge Suites in Toronto is a good place. It has all the things I like in a slightly more than cheapest place to crash. It actually has different little spaces so it is cheaper to put two brothers in one suite than getting two hotels rooms. It has a fridge and a bar fridge – one for my beer which is good and costs and honest price and one for their overly prices corn sugar buzz water. It is well located near C’est What (where I ate a burger with the meat of two mammals) and what other places people might like to go in Toronto. It is also a skip off the Don Valley Parkway, the parkway through the Valley of the Don, which makes it slightly like not being downtown in a bigger city.
Two more thoughts. I was impressed how the exposure of shoulder musculature was key to the entertainment experience at the concert. I was unimpressed how the lady in front of me – devoid of any sense of rhythm or shame as she was – had secretly for years harboured the secret love of “Radio Ga Ga” and unleashed her spastic passion therefore directly in front of me. I never knew there was something other than finding a cat air in one’s mouth that made one feel like one had found a cat hair in one’s mouth.