Monday, 13 August 2012

May as Mercury!

I  got up the morning after the opening ceremony of the games with my head full of images.  This morning after the closing one is different....its the music still filling me up with extraordinary memories and voices.
It was one massive pop concert but it spanned the very best of Britishness  by bringing back legends!
It covered the whole of my life from the Beatles to now....
Being a very young mother humming away to "Imagine" to being a hippy and then the mother of a punk with safety pins everywhere.,...
Walking on anti racist marches enlivened by the Boomtown rats.
The most extra ordinary thing last night was the appearance of Brian May as Freddie Mercury. The hair, the costume and the guitar playing simply beat everything else to a frazzle.
It certainly lacked the amazing visual effect of the opening but it someone got through all that with the music.
Of course there were things people didn't like but another group of people loved...such is human nature and there was no point in debating the points on twitter as some of the more desperate were doing....
We are all mans Roger Daltry is another mans George Formby....
It would be a poor world if we agreed on everything....
I watched some of the races, specially the rowing but it was an event in my life which will be remembered mostly  for the two ceremonies....
The first inspired us and we got far more medals than anticipated but the second one signed it all off in a daft  explosion of music...
Now all I've got to do is get it out of my head again.
"Talking about my generation".........     dee dum dee dum de do!

1 comment:

  1. I should say that I instantly recognised all of the music and artistes involved.

    I wasn't that enamoured of George Michael, and was pleased to see that Roger Daltry and Stuart Townsened still had their hair.

    Brian May has aged hugely and could do with some Grecian 2000 on his hair, but his guitar playing was a riveting as ever.

    So, perhaps like you, the music spanned my life from the sixties through to the nineties, lots of changes in that time, but uniformly great.

    I too can remember a punk daughter, who later became a Goth. Now a perfectly respectable middle-aged spinster.

    I and Jen sat playing the names game and recalling that we had this or that on vinyl in the attic. I suspect that our record player will be dusted down and put to good use very soon.