Listening to Queen's Live at Wembley live album from '86, which never fails to make me cry. One of the most intense concert experiences I've ever had was ninth row in Cleveland, OH, seeing Queen + Paul Rodgers. They did "Bohemian Rhapsody," and projected Freddie from the Wembley show to the back of the stage, playing his live vocal and piano track while Brian, Roger, and their bassist who wasn't John Deacon played their parts. It seriously made every single person in the sold out venue weep openly.
Aside from that, just watching basketball and chatting with my sister and her husband (it still feels weird to call him my brother-in-law) and all of that.
And playing guitar.
And working on my next article for the site I write for.
I could've hung out with friends today, but I needed alone time desperately. I think I'm manic and don't want to be weird and crazy around my friends. My family expect no less.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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