1991 was not a good year for rock stars, particularly for ones I was a big fan of. Losing Def Leppard guitarist Steve Clark in January rocked me enough. And then, this month 25 years ago, we lost Freddie Mercury to AIDS.
As an impressionable 18-year old walking hormone, my world was rocked because another rock star I admired was taken away. Though the rampant speculation around his final years in hindsight didn’t make his passing altogether surprising.
The first I heard of his death was this MTV clip while channel-surfing at home and my world was sufficiently rocked.
To this day, I still get a chill when I watch the last few seconds of the video for this Queen classic. In hindsight, it’s hard not to draw parallels with Freddie’s gaunt appearance as he somewhat prophetically said his final ‘Goodbye’ to the world (he died less than six months later).
What are your lasting memories of Freddie 25 years later?
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