God Save The Queen

“When I hear that rock and roll
It gets down to my soul
When it's real rock and roll
Oh rock and roll

We're gonna rock it.......tonight

(We want some prime jive)
(We want some prime jive)...
We're gonna rock it tonight
(We want some prime jive)...
C'mon honey
(We want some prime jive)
We're rocking tonight
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
We're rocking tonight
C'mon honey we're rocking tonight”
--Roger Taylor of Queen “Prime Jive” from the album The Game, 1980.

Pam watched American Idol last week and even while on drugs, I wanted to cry. I was cognizant enough to watch these STUPID kids brutalize Queen songs.

Look, Fox, you want these losers to mess around with boy band hogwash and little ditties, fine and dandy. I honestly could not care less who covers Brittany Spears or Whitney Houston songs—go for it.

But leave the Rock Icons alone.

I cannot believe Brian May and Roger Taylor agreed to “comment” on the performers—sales on the tour must be sluggish. At least John Deacon has class enough to stay away. Wait…what is that noise I hear…wait…oh its Freddy Mercury rolling over in his grave.

You will notice if you watched this show (and for those who did not GOOD FOR YOU!) that Simon says nothing positive. Why? Because when in London, we noticed that the Brits have a certain fondness for Queen. No one before or since has been like them; whether you hate them or not.

Some of the American “Idols” claimed to never hear Queen songs. Idiots. Then, they nailed a kid for doing Innuendo (A #1 hit in the UK) because it was obscure. Oh please, just because the American market is moronic, don’t nail the kid for picking a song in his range, as opposed to this loser jumping around like a drunken uncle at a bad funeral in his “revved-up” version of Crazy Little Thing Called Love. My God—this was torture.

If they do Beatle songs, I will personally find a way to stop the signal from Fox and prevent it. Boycott American Idol—anyone who thinks Paula Abdul is a fit judge of anything other than scotch and rye and laying on her back is kidding. Randy the once fat guy, had tummy tuck, got fat again loser has no right to comment—he cannot even talk; I swear I have no idea what this man says “Yo Dog I was not digging it, you know.” No, I do not know. If a person says, “that sucks” on this dumbass show, everyone one of those kids would be correct in assuming the comment was in reference to him or her. And that cocky Simon Limey Loser has no sense of a decent song, even if it reached up and bit him on the ass.

This show has shades of Pat Boone doing Be Bop A Lula or Tutti Fruiti.

So why did I watch it—it comes with the ring, folks, and the inability to go upstairs right now.