To Freddie,
I belong to that last generation of the early days of rock 'n' roll: people who taped songs off the radio. I would steal gospel from your mouth by listening to the radio on a stereo deck with a blank tape. I remember my mix tape of 98 Rock's current playlist, featuring such hits as "my own worst Enemy" and "Spirit in the sky" and the first quarter-second of "Never Let you Go." It was difficult to tape you guys. I remember frustration at songs that, without any intro, plunged right into the vocals without warning (damn you, "Hey Jude").
Mostly, however, I remember your somber ballad "Love of my Life."
But that's over... and now thanks to Utorrent and Limewire, we can all listen to you in crisp clear sound waves. Rock on.
I just want to tell you that you've turned a lot of normal noiseless days into some of the most exciting baths and car rides I've ever had.
Now I have to sit back and relish at my dad's DVDs of your concerts and admire the man whose voice I shall never have.
You are the bomb.
and don't worry...
You have rocked me.
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