London’s sky is not dark, yet. They emerged from one side of the stage conscious that they had little more than 15 minutes. Brian May and Freddie Mercury with their white Adidas with three black stripes. Freddie with white jeans almost up to the navel and a white t-shirt.
When he comes to the stage, he moves his arm to shake the 74,000 spectators (including Lady Di, whom Freddie would disguise as a man to go to a gay club somewhere in Central London) that hit the Wembley stadium. He goes to the piano, plays short notes of warmth and attacks the melody of "Bohemian Rhapsody." The public bursts. When he starts singing and swells his vein from the neck, it seems he has been on the stage for ages. They began to consolidate some of the final minutes in the history of rock.
Possibly nothing can ever summarise what the Eighties were as Live Aid can: a musical event celebrated on July 13, 1985, to fight hunger in Ethiopia. In the decade of the glamour of pop stars, they were all there. In the years of the excessive, nothing was more significant: two concave concerts in London and Philadelphia with an audience of 1,900 million viewers on television. From that waste of media, it is not strange that many of them considered it the best performance in history.
Freddie Mercury glowed, adopted a relaxed and friendly air without losing a prevailing and rocky attitude. But it was not only Mercury's presence that made their performance happen to posterity. In those 20 minutes, Queen played six songs: they began with a fragment of "Bohemian Rhapsody" which linked with their two most recent hits at that time, "Radio Ga Ga" and "Hammer to Fall." Then Mercury hung a guitar and retrieved this song that sounds like old rock and roll, "Crazy Little Thing Called Love." As a reminder, their two hymns: "We Will Rock You" and "We Are The Champions". Indeed, they are the champions.
It is said that Mercury, who had gone to the concert with his boyfriend, the hairdresser Jim Hutton, cornered Bono in a backstage corridor and threw the frets asking outrageous: "Is Bóno or Bonó?".
What a concert! This month I said twice that I was born too late: the first one a few days ago over lunch and the second one last Tuesday, October 30th, after watching Bohemian Rhapsody, the film, with some friends. The three of us wished we had been to Wembley!!!!