Caption:
BRIAN MAY
Griffin believes "the guitar is like an extension of the
penis" for a rock star. So when shooting May in 1990, he visualised
the Queen guitarist's silhouette as a phallic symbol. May loved the
picture.
SUNDAY
TIMES
13 March 2005 p41
'FUNNY LOOKS'
Brian
Griffin’s 1990 picture of Brian’s head – yes, recognisable without
his face. But following Brian's comments, whose penis might that look
like? (That’s a rhetorical question…)
Not much I can say about this except to treat it
with the contempt it deserves.
Here’s a limerick:
There
once was a fellow named Lott
He
really was a bit of a clot
‘All
these rock stars’, we’re told
‘They
make me feel old’
‘I
wish they’d died in the year Dot’.
‘By
dropping with drugs’ he would cus
‘And
sex with a groupie – no fuss!’
You
know in the Ogre Battle?
There
was a stampede by cattle?
Flattened
like the back of a bus!
So
here’s to you, old Mr Lott
No
sense you’ve got – not a jot!
As
Queen fill me with hunger
To
be thirty years younger
Are
you funny? No, frankly you’re NOT.
2004
- Me on a forum!
31
Oct – on the Radio Ga Ga Video:
John's
hairdo places it firmly in its time - if there are two things that sum
up the 80s for me, they're 1. Margaret Thatcher - our Prime Minister
throughout the decade - and 2. Bad Hair!!!!!! (we have to consider the
Band Aid video - but THAT lot had all just got out of bed, I gather).
Not
that John's hair is THAT bad - it just looks very 'New Romantic', that's
all.
One more thing on hairstyles, if we didn't have the dates and we had to
work it out just from Bri's hair, we'd be lost, wouldn't we
?!!!!!
Oh but I love it - and him - it's so natural that it doesn't
change!!!!
2
Nov – on Roger being mistaken for a woman in 1970
I've
just read on another thread that it was out on the street that Roger got
mistaken for a woman. Far be it from me to speculate which specific
streets, and which sort of people..... but I've been short-sighted from
the age of seven, and I never remember that we had a problem in
obtaining a decent pair of prescription glasses for me in London in
1970!!!!
So other people with eyesight problems should have been able to take
care of them!!!!!!Social myopia
??
Maybe!!!
19
Nov
'Roger
Quotes'
On
the cover of 'Fun In Space':
'All influences - conscious, subconscious and unconscious.
PS Hello listeners, I hope you enjoy and have fun with this. My very own
album. I like it. If you don't, sod you!
PPS 157 Synthesizers'.
Cheeky as anything, eh?? What a nerve!!! Anyway, I like it, so it
doesn't apply to me.
But I'm inclined to wish the same to Hipgnosis, who as sleeve designers
must have been responsible for arranging the lyrics at strange angles so
I can't read most of them.
This might have been okay when it was vinyl LP size. My specs are
supposed to correct my astigmatism but they aren't doing very much for
me here!!! So I have two choices: Get the cover enlarged on a
photocopier (simple but boring)
OR visit my opticians, the 20 20 Optical Store in Tottenham Court Road,
for advice. This would give me an excuse to drop back into the Dominion,
which is only down the road - it would certainly not be the first time
that I've been eyed suspiciously by foyer staff for loitering without
(much) intent (except just to BE there).
Thanks
for the six minutes of preamble, Freddie, but all we REALLY wanted was
THIS!!!!!!!
('Taylor
made' to send our teenage hormones into orbit...):
My
caption suggestion:
Roger:
It's so cold here, my glasses have turned blue!
(Brian
and Roger in Moscow, Feb 04)
My
suggestion for a caption for this picture (taken at WWRY Sydney):
Brian:
Let me see, did I ask them to fetch him drums, or drugs???
* Here
is a link to Roger’s official website. He’s had all those
thousands of hits just for suspending himself in cyberspace – this
says something for his magnetism, I think. (Have I sent him up enough on
this site already?Naah…)
It’s a good job that we have the unofficial www.roger-taylor.net
– I wonder if he goes there to find out what he’s doing next week?He’s got a lot of fans who’d, I’m sure, like him doing his
own thing on the web…To our very own Invisible Man – we’d love
to see more of you…
On
visiting the Queen fan club the other day, I was interested to hear that
Roger would be unlikely to be on the net at all as he hates it. That’s
quite a change from the great enthusiasm with which he broke a world
record by playing the biggest on-line concert from his ‘Cyberbarn’
in the grounds of his home in September 1998, even if he admitted then
that he didn’t understand websites! In fact, at the time, he was very
up-beat about the potential of the internet, saying’ it will be
pervasive, play a large part in our lives’ and that it ‘abolishes
distance’. I wish I knew what he intended to do, if anything, with the
site that’s waiting there. Maybe he just doesn’t know. Hold on,
never mind…
Roger,
Brian’s Internet Room is bigger than yours. I think there should be
hell to pay…
Are
you a Roger fan? Click
on the Comments Box below to make a comment about the issue of his
official website:
I’m just trying to get a mental grasp on the
internet and what it means….
Roger Taylor,
1998
No I don’t have newspapers. You are reading
somebody else’s opinion after the fact. Why read papers, when you have
TV, radio…even the horrible Internet (laughs).
Roger Taylor,
2005
*This website now appears to be down.
Paul:
I'm telling you, Roger, that Alison's on your case! Get your website
sorted quick!
Roger: I've got it under control! I'll just keep saying that I don't
know what a website is, okay?
Pic:
queenpluspaulrodgers.com
Flippin’ HELL!!! This “Most Famous
Rockstar Without his own Website” Award is even tackier than the Top
Gear trophy!!!
July 06 - Jen's
scan of this article from the time of the Cyberbarn says it all:
*Since then it's changed hands again within the US -
although it's becoming harder to find information! No chance of getting
anything about Roger at that URL now, though!
Along wyth thee many friendes whych he claimeth he knoweth not he hath*
I woulde, of course, like to extend my congratulations to thee Commander
likewise.
W yth verrye well-meant wyshes
Alison
(By
appointment to thee Commander, Translator of Teutonic textes and avide
slammer of the Grate British Presse).
27
Jun 05
*This
refers to a deleted item from the soapbox where Brian said that he did
not know he had so many friends after many people wished him well over
the honour.
www.roger-taylor.net,
I would especially like to thank ‘cooper’ for her inspiration in
using the first word to appear here, I have thought of the subsequent
entries and definitions:
rogered – besotted/enraptured by Roger
Taylor, the state of being a ‘Roger-ette’ or ‘Taylorette’.
rogeresque – in the style of Roger, egsome lyrics may be considered ‘rogeresque’.
rogerism – any turn of phrase or
point of view expressed by Roger which may be considered to be typical
of him.
to rogerise, or rogerify – to
fashion any creation or performance in a way that deliberately seeks to
emulate Roger or as a tribute to him.
rogery – imbued with Roger, eg
‘Happy Rogery New Year’!
to rogerate – to be physically or
virtually mobile in the interests of feeding an obsession with Roger.
to cyberbarn – to enter the record
books by performing the biggest online concert and subsequently doing
sweet FA on the Internet thereafter.
Here are a couple of acronyms from the board
concerning Roger-lovers who also have a thing about Brian:
Paul:
Now I told you about the executive decision to change our name to
the 'Black and White Minstrels'. So own up, who forgot to tell Brian?
Danny:
Hey sorry, Paul, that was me!
In Spring 2006, 'MOOORCURY'
- picture below - was entered in the Lisbon 'cow parade' on the
internet. I visited the site and there were myriad cows with various
designs. People could vote for their favourite but I don't know how this
one did!
APRIL
2008: THE LATEST MANIFESTO MESSAGE APPEARS ON THE AL MURRAY SHOW:
WITH
HIS CAMPAIGN SIDEKICKS, OUR FUTURE PM PROVES THAT THE BEST WAY OF
COMBATING THE NATIONAL GRAFFITI PROBLEM IS TO SHOW THAT HE CAN DO IT
TOO! WHO NEEDS JUVENILE DELINQUENTS WHEN YOU'VE GOT SENILE ONES?
An
election looms this year! In his latest letter to his supporters, Roger
advocates the death penalty for politicians! Amidst much speculation
that there will be a hung parliament, Roger advocates a hanged
parliament! Once again, a most unusual manifesto feature!
Meanwhile,
widely tipped to be Roger's Minister of PR and Press Liaison in a future
government, Dr Brian May is looking to appoint administrators to sort
out the confusion about the UK membership of the European Union as
expressed by Roger in the Party Song 'The Unblinking Eye'. ("Are we
in Europe, half in Europe, not in Europe?") I apply for the post,
but, as you can see from the picture below, Brian opts for youth over
experience and recruits my daughter instead, his advisor on European
Affairs, Elena Vidal, clearly feeling that I'm offering the wrong
language. Oh well, you can't win them all!
On closer examination, however, it does not appear to refer to any
culinary exploits on the part of those two trusty musicians, but to
two WOMEN! Or does the plot thicken, then...I dunno!
and, while I'm about it, another
'funny'...
'Bohemian Rhapsody' if you're in a hurry:
More more Weird Al Yankovic, click here
(scroll to bottom of section).
'I don't
pretend to understand the workings of the journalistic mind'.
Roger Taylor
At the very beginning of 2005, 'somedayoneday'
wrote irate letters to two different newspapers which had both published
articles casting doubt over the forthcoming Queen tour. Accusing Independent
journalist Andy Gill of a ‘nausea-inducing arrogance’ and
Siobhan Synnot of The Scotsman on
Sunday of writing ‘excrement’, she received unexpected attention
from Queen guitarist Brian May, to whom she had copied the letters.
Delighted, but at the same time seriously worried that this positive
appearance on Brian’s soapbox would make her persona
non grata with the other remaining member of the band, her big hero
and drummer Roger Taylor, she withdrew to write her opinions on a couple
of fan forums prior to including the items on this site. In fact, the
two letters may be considered as being an undeveloped form of the genre
of turning the task of telling journalists to **** off into an art form,
perfected by Roger himself. It
is noticeable, however, that he is the only member of Queen who is not
named in either letter. ‘I wanted to leave him out of it’, she
explained, ‘but the inspiration for the letters came from him. I like
to think that he’s running right the way through them, but I can’t
write the same way as him, that’s all’.
Indeed, it is clear that, when juxtaposing
the two letters with Roger’s own to ‘Rolling Stone’,
‘somedayoneday’ has to go some way to reaching his level of sarcasm
and directness, which she can only describe as ‘wonderful’.
‘I’ve fallen in love with him all over again’ she says. ‘I’m
lucky that my teen hero is still around - I was clearly a perceptive
teenager to pick someone with such staying power. I’ve been wondering
if there’s a precedent for this – going crazy about someone all over
again in middle age – but it’s been a lot of fun, and I guess I’m
partly compensating for the curtailment of it all at that earlier
time’.
Extract from ‘Next
Year’s Ones To Watch’ , Andy Gill, The Independent (31 Dec)
And
as for the mooted return of Queen, with Bad Company's Paul Rodgers
squeezing into Freddie's drainpipe denims, well, guys, I'm sure it's
intended as a generous gift to the fans - and only coincidentally a
means of capitalising on the brand's rising stock engendered by We Will
Rock You - but you really shouldn't have bothered. No, really.
Extract from 'Stardust memories pall
without king of camp'
SIOBHAN SYNNOT, The Scotsman On Sunday, 2 Jan 2005:
It always seemed to me that Queen dealt with the
schizophrenic business of the ordinary and extraordinary worlds rather
well by hiving off the laddish stuff to Roger Taylor, John Deacon and
Brian May whilst Freddie Mercury performed all the rococo duties. An
interview with the much-missed spangly Freddie was unlikely to be
interrupted by an enquiry about the latest football scores or the
offer of a swift half down the Fisherman’s Tavern. Mercury was all
Napoleonic costumes, operatic gestures and gaudy, soaring rock and
roll anthems with a delivery of sheer heart attack. Together, the
blend of one Valentino in spandex plus three plumbers in clogs grabbed
the public imagination like a rottweiler and his postman, until
Mercury’s death in 1991.
However, 2005 begins with the grim prospect of a Queen resurrected. At
first, Brian May’s decision to reform the group with vocals provided
by Paul Rodgers, one-time singer with both Free and Bad Company,
looked like a one-off act of charity. Indeed, if May had decided to
put together the group simply to perform at the second Mandela Aids
benefit, it would have been one of those performances that Freddie
might have wanted, at the behest of South Africa’s charismatic
former premier. But it turns out that this is merely the first gig on
a full tour of ‘Queen’, and the first sign that blokey Brian has
lost his grip.
"Suddenly the Queen phoenix is rising again from the ashes,"
May said. Well, no, not the Queen as everyone else knew it, Brian. To
everyone else Queen was a platform for Mercury’s idiosyncratic
pyrotechnics backed by three blokes with poodle cuts. Now it emerges
that, to Brian’s mind, the highlight of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ was
not Mercury’s reinvention of La Boheme as a lisping Persian. No, it
was Bri’s endless, endless guitar licks. This is the only possible
explanation for why Brian thinks that he, Roger Taylor and some
middle-aged bloke singing could be considered ‘Queen’. The rest of
us know that if you pay to see the 1812 Overture and only the chaps
with the triangles turn up then, no matter how heartfelt the
percussion, it’s never going to be the 1812 Overture, is it?
This
is a rap about the story of the journalists and the letters, based
around Roger Taylor’s solo song ‘Nazis 1994’ from the album
‘Happiness?’
(I was starting to think I might be trivialising the
original message of the song but misinformation is the key word - please
find the original lyrics here).
They’re
saying that it shouldn’t happen
That
Queen go on tour
We
gotta stop these stinking journalists
Now
I see we got sneer fatigue
It’s
getting a lot harder to breathe
I
understand why ‘cos your name is Gill
Like
a fish outa water on the window sill
What
you’re saying’s so run of the mill
Get
out of my hair before you make me ill
Why
am I givin’ you the time of day
When
you should be out of my way
There’s
loads of us don’t care what you say
So
you can go sell your rag on e-bay
I
should really take a pause hee-aa
But
your arrogance induces naus-ee-a
You
make an insulting presumption
You
think you’re so full of gumption
They’re
saying that we shouldn’t have bothered
That
Queen go on tour
We
gotta stop these stinking journalists
Then
from the Scotsman on Sunday
We
got this other jibe comin’ our way
It’s
somehow not steady
To
be Queen without Freddie
But
it’s so freaky
When
they don’t mention Deaky
You
think you know what most people drink
How
most people tick, and what most people think
Like
‘Queen’s not Queen when it’s not four’
Let
me tell you you’re such a bore
Who
says four can’t be divided by two
Who
are most people?
And
who the hell are you?
They’re
saying that we’ve lost it altogether
That
Queen go on tour
We
gotta stop these stinking journalists
So
we got two plumbers so here’s my proposal
We
send one round to fix your waste disposal
‘Cos
copious amounts of sewage it’s spewin’
If
infection I pick up from it I’ll be suin’
Yes,
we’re coming round with our triangles and clogs
And
we’ll make damn sure that we fix your bogs
They’re
saying that it shouldn’t happen
That
Queen go on tour
What
the world needs is more journalists like these
Like
it needs a hole in the head.
We
gotta stop these stinking journalists!
I’ll
face it with a grin, I’m never giving in
On
with the show!
Yeah!
Lyrics
in this colour from 'The Show Must Go On' - Queen
The
latest addition to the story:
It
must be love – up at one o’clock in the morning writing this… no
sign that the Guardian will publish it.
Subj:
Caroline
Sullivan's 'Queen Will Never Be Champions Without
Freddie', 26.01
You have jumped rather late on the merry bandwagon of journalists who
have something judgmental to say about the forthcoming Queen tour. I'm
not sure where in your article you were 'questioning the band's
motives'. But it's merely the same rhetoric that other papers have been
churning out, albeit couched in a marginally less biased form, and you
have made pronouncements based on ignorant and insensitive assumptions.
Queen were together as a group of four for twenty years; there are still
some 'qualms' over the loss of Freddie Mercury that will never be
overcome. However, the allegedly anticipated 'protests' that 'this ain't
Queen' is not among them. It's simply that Paul Rodgers is not a member
of Queen and is therefore mentioned separately. Please give us, the fans
who have welcomed this tour with such enthusiasm, some credit for
knowing what we 'will get for our money'. Frankly, it shames you,
believing that you can be worthy of our consideration by this sour and
tedious restatement of already hackneyed assertions.
Yours sincerely
QUEEN
WILL NEVER BE CHAMPIONS WITHOUT FREDDIE
The Guardian,
Wednesday January 26, 2005
As the ageing
rockers return to the stage, Caroline Sullivan questions the band's
motives.
Long live Queen
... but not without frontman Freddie Mercury.
For many of us
Queen may have ceased to exist when Freddie Mercury died in 1991, but
that hasn't stopped the remaining three members from enjoying consistent
hit singles and albums (mainly re-releases and compilations) under the
Queen name for the last 13 years.
They have,
however, stopped short of appearing on stage, perhaps out of respect for
Mercury. Until now that is, when it seems they have overcome their
qualms. Last week all UK tickets sold out (some within hours) for what
guitarist Brian May claims will be one final tour, starting on March 28
at London's Brixton Academy and ending, 24 dates later, at Wembley Arena
Pavilion.
But what will
customers get for their money? Well, in place of Mercury, they've lined
up former Free and Bad Company member Paul Rodgers (he of "enduring
radio classics" such as Rock 'n' Roll Fantasy and Run With The
Pack). His stubbly, blues-belting machismo makes him the very last
person (bar the flat-capped guy in AC/DC) one might expect to fill in
for Freddie, much as it was for Terence Trent D'Arby to play with INXS
in Michael Hutchence's place and Ian Astbury to stand in for Jim
Morrison (in your dreams, Astbury).
Anticipating that
this weird collision of aesthetics would rouse protests that "this
ain't Queen", they've taken the precaution of billing themselves as
Queen plus Paul Rodgers. Frankly, it shames the lot of them, believing
they can slip in a substitute for the deceased frontmen who were the
very essence of their groups.
NB
Caroline
Sullivan subsequently wrote a positive review of the opening concert of
the Queen plus Paul Rodgers tour at Brixton - see below:
Brixton
Academy, London
Caroline Sullivan
Wednesday March 30, 2005
The Guardian
Debate
is still rumbling about a reunited Queen filling the Mercury role with
former Bad Company rasper Paul Rodgers, but this "intimate"
kick-off of a sold out tour established that a large part of pomp-rock
is forever theirs. Darkness, schmarkness - you don't know what
camp'n'roll is all about till you've seen the Brian May guitar solo,
which culminates, 15 ludicrous minutes later, in him standing in
triumphant silhouette against footage of the Milky Way. Now that's what
I call £55 worth of entertainment (and a May plectrum was available for
a fiver for those moved to try it at home).
Thirteen
years after their last live performance at a Mercury tribute show, Queen
are reaping the rewards of having always gone that extra mile in the
name of absurdity. The fan-army that queued around the block overlooked
the fact that the group charging a queen's ransom wasn't actually Queen,
but just May and drummer Roger Taylor, with the empty chairs occupied by
Rodgers and a bloke from 1970s rockers Blue Oyster Cult. What mattered
was that Taylor and May were the real deal - the engine of the band and
as well-versed as Mercury in the art of grandiosity.
There
was Taylor, summoned up front to lead the majestic Days of Our Lives in
front of a video of Mercury, and making an arms akimbo spectacle of it.
There was May falteringly singing the demanding acoustic number Love of
My Life as the roaring audience helped with the choruses. There again
was May - tiny, pale face poking through a tower of curls - exclaiming:
"The spirit is alive!" Fab.
Rodgers,
though... A classic belter who was undoubtedly born unshaven, he made a
kind of sense as a gravelly conduit for the massive arena numbers.
Fat-Bottomed Girls, yes; We Will Rock You, certainly - he was made for
songs that require stamina and capacious lungs. Let loose on some Bad
Company numbers, he excelled. But he was simply the wrong person for the
ones where a nod and a wink were paramount. In his paws, Mercury's
regretful "life still goes on" from I Want to Break Free,
sounded like so much saloon-bar philosophy. At least he didn't have to
negotiate the intricacies of Bohemian Rhapsody. That was left to a video
montage of numerous Mercurys.
As
a one-off, though, a marvellous night that ranks as one of the gigs of
the year.