Last night, I went to see “Bohemian Rhapsody”

When the band, Queen, was at its best, 

I didn’t follow their songs.

While I was in England, he died of pneumonia.

Well, he got AIDS, so his immune system couldn’t work properly, I suppose, so he fell victim to his disease. 

Naturally, British society deplored over his death greatly. My Japanese friend, who loved Queen, explained how great, but at the same time how unique the band was. 

And that was the first time I heard some of their songs, and I realized how great his voice was, and how great at singing he was.

Yesterday, the Wembly Stadium scene, the climax of the movie was so great and so exciting that I was moved to tears.

The fact that Freddie was a great singer was, yes, of course taken for granted, I knew it even before the movie. But perhaps his weakness, and the struggle to get over the weakness was even greater than the fame he had achieved.

Several years ago, I watched a documentary film about Freddie, and I knew that he had had lots of difficulty controlling himself. It seems really difficult to balance his mentality, what with his sexuality and his position as a celebrity. 

His death was a great loss to the world of music, and I also wonder whether there is any way to save great talents like Freddie and Michael Jackson from falling that hard after their achievement. Is it their special case, or the destiny of those who made a great fortune or achievement  early in life that made them gradually lose their control over themselves? Or humans are that weak?  How I wonder.