I have just finished watching We Will Rock You, the musical, through the lovely medium of YouTube, all of it. I am sure it would have been a much more fulfilling experience when experienced live rather than late at night on a laptop screen in my room, though at least I was not disinclined to laugh as much as I wished when I wished. I was not entirely convinced in parts of this show, and I think I would have still preferred Les Miserables to this show even had I seen it live, but it was still hilarious and musically strong, and I really liked the casting. I love the character of Killer Queen, especially. And I shall never hear One Vision in quite the same light again thanks to this show.
It is a fun thought that through this show Queen has trained another whole generation to know to clap and move correctly to We Will Rock You and Radio GaGa, so that the audiences in this musical were still moving to the pattern set by Queen decades ago. We are perhaps well on our way to the world they describe in their musical, if more people were still into Queen, and if they could market their musical to the US. I do wonder how it would do in Denver. It is so flashy, with all the bright lights and constant moving and wiggling, and continuous loud music and noisemaking, more than Cats did by far, so maybe the odd choppy flow of the story and the not quite perfect fit of some of the lyrics to the storyline would smooth out for any modern audience. I liked Les Mis in part because it was a complete and elegant story, well portrayed, with great dynamics, and maybe I would have to see this musical a few times to really appreciate its different sense of storytelling and dynamics.
I found it amusing that just about at the point where Pop was telling the story about Queen, and the Hairy One's guitar, a spider emerged out of the darkness into the edge of my computer screen, so that I had to put the computer down, turn the light back on, and maneuver the spider away from the computer before I could concentrate on the show again. The spider is squished now, and it did not distract me from finding out about the guitar before it died, either. :)
But now it is time for bed. I was reading earlier tonight about the symptoms of rheumatic fever and scarlet fever as complications of untreated strep infections, and I am wondering if the odd allergy-like rashes I was getting on my legs after my sore throat got better again a few weeks ago was caused by the strep infection, along with the periodic swelling in my fingers. In any case my throat is quite sore again, and I feel flushed and feverish, and was feeling strange earlier at work, like the sort of mild floaty dizziness I get if I drink a couple shots of honey whiskey. I have probably not been completely free of strep since camp 2007, and leaving an infection that long I am relying on the strength of my immune system to keep me standing, despite stress and my poor diet and sleep patterns, and periodic depression. Maybe I can get some penicillin soon so I can finally get over it. It would suck if I reached my 31st birthday actually wanting to live on and to find myself dying anyway from an infection I never bothered to treat. I am probably dancing with bronchitis already, from the way it feels to breathe now, and I know the strain of strep that Missy's daughter had recently progressed to pneumonia, so it is a fairly tough one.
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