Real music never dies. It stands out so easily from the noises in fashion.
The other day, my cousin showed a picture of Freddie Mercury to my nephew and the latter admitted that he did not know who that man was. And maybe it’s not at all that bizarre given that when I was 12 years old I did not know how John Lennon looked like. But I did know that song.
Once I arrived at home, I started listening to Queen’s albums, one after the other. Inevitable, I have my favorite songs.
Who does not get goosebumps when listening to the song above?!
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