Many would think that Queen’s anthem, Bohemian Rhapsody, is merely a tune to be sung at the top of one’s drunken lungs (exhibit a: Toronto’s The Madison this past weekend), and while this song certainly brings out the Canadian Idol in everyone, it always, always, always reminds me of ma mere, who knows every single word and always sings them in dramatic fashion. I first associated mom with this song when I was watching Wayne’s World and the scene came up in which they were listening to this song in the car:
I was so confused when mom started jamming, only to realize that Bohemian Rhapsody was in fact, a classic song. And trust my mother to know all the classics (flash back to 2000 and “American Woman” came on the radio, this version sung by Lenny Kravitz. Stunned silence filled the car as she sang all the words…to a Lenny Kravitz song? What was happening? Of course it was a cover by The Guess Who).
Now whenever I hear Bohemian Rhapsody, I think of my mom and her cool taste in tunes (Pat Metheny excluded).