Absolutely wonderful documentary narrated by Queen's guitarist Brian May about the making of Bohemian Rhapsody, going from just the backing track to the full song. Check it out.
Without a doubt one of my ten most hated rock songs of all time, right behind Lynyrd Skynyrd's "That Smell" and Elton Johns "Crocodile Rock." Is it the microphone hogs at karaoke who force 6 minutes of bumbling crooning on the world or the bar full of wasted patrons "singing" along in their most enthusiastic sqeals and drones that make me hate it so? Maybe I just came out of the womb hating this goddamn song. I mostly don't like Queen but I do find a tiny part of their catalog palatable. The feeling I get when I hear "Bohemian Rapsody" is very much akin to the feeling I get when I'm forced to sit through a Mr. Bungle song or two.
I can still recall a pre-Wayne's World, pre-classic rock (94.7 growing up in SE MI) knowledge of BR and I recall thinking, "wow, that's unlike anything I've ever heard." I laughed out loud while reading the songs that are on your shit-list because I absolutely share them. Crocodile Rock? What a piece of shit song. "That Smell?" Really? This is a song and not a Howard Stern Parody? Both of those tunes are pretty forgettable, but I don't think BR is. That said, it's far from my favorite Queen song and is actually pretty far down that list, but it's no where near Crocodile Rock/That Smell territory. Still, it's nice to know that someone else out there dislikes those songs too. I'm also not a fan of Don Mclean's American Pie which everyone else seems to love. Haven't heard that all the way through in years. -like nails on a chalkboard to me. Edit: While we are at it, let's throw Billy Joel's Piano Man in there too.... Can't stand that tune. Or anything by Blues Traveller. Oh... And the Bare Naked Ladies. -Canada, you can do better.
Way back when I took music theory 101, my teacher pointed out that if you ever wanted an example of perfectly-executed basic music theory principles, listen to any Billy Joel song ever. Which is why I hate Billy Joel, and basic music theory.
Listening to Billy Joel gives me a heart attack-yak-yak-yak-yak-yak.
We are soul brothers in rock song hate. Piano Man and The Day the Music Died are like one song sang in the same rancid breath, both definitely on my top ten. That retched blink 182 song that I can't be bothered to find out the name for that goes do do do do do do do, Semisoinic's (an apt name) Closing Time are also on my list. Thought of one other but it's not coming to me at the moment. I like a number of Billy Joel songs but Piano Man should be left to gather dust. If I only had to hear The Day the Music Died once every five years or so I'd probably wouldn't mind it anymore, at least it reminds me to put on a Buddy Holly album a few times every decade. I used to hate Blues Traveler and I'm sure that if I had to hear them often I would still but after Popper got popped by the cops with an SUV filled with guns in concealed compartments, hearing them just makes me and chuckle and wonder what going on in that freaky harpist head. Nothing wrong with liking BR, it's just not for me. I listen to lots of stuff that no one else can stand, just a matter of taste.
This ad's running on tv here by the National Railways (NS), featuring a collection of stereotypical train shots and accompanied by Piano Man. It's everything that's wrong with ads the last years, playing on emotion for no particularly good reason. The intent is clear but it's so cheesy I can't stand that ad.
I've always found that to be an endearing story. Still, their music annoys me.I used to hate Blues Traveler and I'm sure that if I had to hear them often I would still but after Popper got popped by the cops with an SUV filled with guns in concealed compartments, hearing them just makes me and chuckle and wonder what going on in that freaky harpist head.
-I remember hearing a story about how Popper got in to a motorcycle accident and was knocked unconscious. He awoke briefly in the back of the ambulance and realized that he may be uttering his last words and wanted to ensure it was a gesture that would put him in the good graces of those around him and his maker. In the back of the ambulance he looked up at the EMS people and said, "you are all good people," and then passed out again.