Forgive Me Freddie. I Make Fun of What I Love (Part II)

April 10, 2010 - 4:45 am Comments Off

Freddie, lucky guy, lived in less complicated times, when a grown man could endorse the gayest-packaged acne lotion, wear S&M gear and bull-whip another man, and still be considered absolutely masculine. ABSOLUTELY.

He has a range of almost four octaves. This is very, very impressive. The only singer in the world who can outdo this is Mariah Carey, who has five octaves. However, she is too obsessed with boobs and butterflies to count.

Freddie sang in costumes so um, self-indulgent circus people wouldn’t touch them even if you pay them to. Neither would Cher, I believe, which is amazing because that woman has no qualms making like an Indian or the last glittery tree of Christmas.

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