Category Archives: Queen

Yet to have their finest hour?

I may not be the biggest fan of Social Media in the whole wide world, and I find Facebook, and to a lesser degree, Twitter, more than plenty for me. So when I had to do assessments for my current role, involving the use of social media, I had some fun working out what the headers were for some of them. Thankfully, most were blindingly obvious enough that I survived, but seriously, how many of these things do some folk have? Too many, clearly!

Anyway, last month, on Facebook, I saw the announcement of a Yorkshire Silent Film Festival, during July. Several of interest to me, but one of those I was interested in, was on an evening, well off the bus routes, so I passed on that. I know its summer, and stays light quite late, but even so, around 9.00 or so, a mile and a half walk, to get a bus back into town, no, sadly. Details…

http://www.yorkshiresilentfilm.com/

It left 2 that I could get to, and would enjoy, but 1 of which I’d already seen on the big screen, that being Pandora’s Box, starring Louise Brooks, showing in Leeds. The other, is actually next weekend, a little nearer to me, in Hebden Bridge, Metropolis. Now somewhere here (no, I cant locate it at this moment), I have a copy of the 80’s version, with the Moroder soundtrack, on DVD. That was lengthy, but since then, in about 2010, in deepest Argentina, they found, and added about another 30 minutes of film, that they had been missing to the version, it now has a running time of 148 minutes! And judging by the running time shown for the Hebden Bridge show, thats the version they’re showing! There are now just 2 small scenes missing, incredible, really.

Fine, the bad news, for me at least. Not unreasonably, its £10 to get in. Hey, I paid that for Pandora’s Box, so under any other circumstances, quite fair. Of course, my lack of finances make that an issue, though, assuming I get paid this week as planned, less so than before. Also, a friend has offered to pay my entry, so no real excuse. My other issue isnt so easy to solve, its called travel by public transport in the evening! Getting there isnt an issue, the show starts at 4.00, the film starts at 4.30, so I can do the travel in about 80 minutes, door to door. The snag is, getting home again! Getting out just after 7.00, you’re talking about 2 hours to get home! And yes, I need to eat at some point, which makes that, and the money even more complex, so…I’m sort of accepting its not going to happen!

Unless, someone reading this is going, or someone reading this, knows someone who is going, who can take my travel issue out of the equation, I’m going to have to pass, I think. If you can help, shout here, or on my Facebook page (Harlean Stephanie Carpenter), though tag me, if you do, as I dont do much there on work days. I know, wont happen, but no harm in trying. I can get there fine, its really the travel back to Huddersfield afterwards where I really need help!

Fine, the video. Well, which song has a lyric in the blog title, and heavily features Metropolis in the video? Yes, this one!

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Biting the dust

Its amazing just how many times, and how often sports commentators can put their feet firmly in their mouths. And yes, alright,.its so funny when it all goes wrong for them.

All summer long, the Sky cricket team have been going on about how brilliant the England cricket team are, and how only the weather stopped them being the No 1 team in all 3 versions, and then they play against a decent team, and oh dear! Things looked so bright for them on Thursday, a great start against South Africa, but since then, oh dear! A quick collapse on Friday, but still they were saying how the bowlers would do so well. Err…

South Africa declared today at 637-2, a lead of 252 over what England managed with all their batsmen! Still, as they were saying even then, the wicket is so good, that England will just bat out for a draw. Next time I looked, they were 65-3! By the close they’d reached 102-4, but still 150 behind, with a full day to play, and most of their batting gone! No, by then I watching another sport (more in a moment), so I have no idea how the awfully biased commentary team coped with that.

Ah, but I was still going to watch a sporting collapse, little did I know. Yes, the end of the Open. I turned on to hear the BBC commentators saying that Adam Scott only had to keep going to win the title (4 clear, with about 4 holes to play), and they couldnt see him not doing that. Oh. dear, 4 over par for the last 4 holes, and  he presented the title on a plate to Ernie Els!

I know, I’ve never been in that position, nor am I ever likely to be, so I have no idea how hard doing what they do is, but I suspect its not easy. But its not them that amuse me, its those commentators who only succeed in putting their feet in their mouths, and not learning by it. I know, live commentary doesnt give you time to think too much, but clearly in the case of the cricket commentators at least, they get provided with rose tinted glasses.

So, in tribute to those clever folks behind the microphones, I pay respects with…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY0WxgSXdEE

20 years ago today…

One of the great legends of pop died, Freddie Mercury.

Lets say it wasnt totally unexpected, he’d lived an wild, gay lifestyle at a time when AIDS was prevalent, and in a sense it was inevitable that he paid the highest price, with his life.

I wasnt what you would ever call the biggest Queen fan in the world, but their music was certainly very good at times, and the video art was certainly developed by them, thats for sure. One obvious one takes plenty of kudos (more later), but for some strange reason, Radio Ga-Ga and I Want To Break Free hold extra memories for me. The former because of what the video was built around, the latter because I wanted to look as cute as Roger Taylor in that wig!

But one record changed music as such, primarily because until then, most pop singles had been no longer than about 4 minutes, because of vinyl limitations as much as anything. So out comes a record over 6 minutes long, and it stays at number 1 for quite a while! And repeated that feat after his death.

I’m not sure if Freddie was the first pop star to be openly gay, but he certainly made it known to the public in style. Others then followed, and though even now, some tabloids make a fuss when pop stars come out, most people now just say ‘so what?’ when it happens.

RIP Freddie, we miss you.

The video, well its a song I hinted at earlier, but its not, err, the Queen version. Mind, there is a ‘grand dame’ of entertainment in the video at the end lol!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgbNymZ7vqY

A funny thing happened last night

Anyone who is a Facebook friend may have seen the brief version of this already, but that certainly didnt include the video, so…it might be worth looking again lol, well, at the video at least. I promise you one thing, it wont be the last Queen song this month, due to an anniversary later in the month.

Yes, some of us have to work on Sunday’s, and if James says a word about that, well I’ll get him back at some point next year! 😉 No, you arent going to get a full description of the day, as all the entertainment occured within 200 yards of home, on the way back in the evening.

Use your own image, you’ll have to, as far as I know there’s no CCTV down our street, and even then, you wouldnt get the sound on the film anyway. Having got off the bus near the corner, and walked through the alleyway, I started up my road towards a warm and welcoming house. Oh, and Sunday dinner (albeit a late one), but thats beside the point.

Coming in the opposite direction down the road are two boys in their teens, heading somewhere, I’ve no idea where. Me, no make up, hair a bit windblown, and definitely a bit weary from the day.

We pass each other. The beauty about teenagers is that maybe they lack for diplomatic skills we learn as adults. To quote

First boy : “Now thats what I call a she-man.”

Second boy : “What do you mean?”

First boy : “The fact that she’s so butch that she could almost be a man.”

I just smiled, and laughed as I walked down the road, and went indoors. Seemingly I might be butch, but clearly I pass as a woman all the same, albeit one he clearly didnt fiund attractive. Question is, which should I take more from, the fact that I should be flattered that he clearly thought I was a woman, or hurt that I’m clearly a very butch one lol?

Oh, the video, I so want Roger Taylor’s wig, or by some miracle, my hair looking as good as that. John Deacon’s slippers are quite cute too. So if anyone is looking for Christmas items for me…mind, the wig would have to be a decent quality one, I’d want to wear it outside as well as in!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eM8Ss28zjcE&feature=related

Thanks to Amy for reminding me about this video in the first place, a posting of hers on Facebook.