The Messenger of the Gods

Freddie Mercury, the messenger of the gods. Listening to him is like entering a strange religion whose truth you never want to know; seeing him confirms there’s life after death.

From a place whose name no longer exists, little Farrokh is born who, like his birthplace, disappears to give way to a sound, a man, a voice, a legend.

Zanzibar, India, and London formed a young Bulsara full of musical inquiries that found answers on the world’s stages. Farrokh was now Frederick, who through phonetics and mysticism would end up being Freddie.

But Freddie Bulsara remained too profane for a messenger of the gods. Mythology was already doing its part, and Mercury seems sensible for someone who for eternity will be in charge of the gods’ spectacle.

Rebaptized as the messenger of the gods, the now Freddie Mercury had to search for his queen. Not far away, in a smile, Freddie appears with a different idea of what music is and how it should sound. On the thin line between being seen as a mockery or ending up being part of royalty, the only queen is born for whom, anywhere in the world and with genuine expression, a bow is made. QUEEN is born.

Freddie Mercury knew that his big ears and four extra molars that gave him prominent teeth had certain spectacularity on stage. Concerts stopped being simple interpretations of their albums to become complete theatrical events.

The multitude is Freddie, and as if it were a spectacle for the gods, songs now have choruses of millions of people who sing with such force and emotivity as if the man with the white skeleton were leading them to the immortality of emotions.

The world tells a short story of 45 years that, like a work of art or universal history, seems timeless. We no longer speak of a rock star; we speak of a legend who, incredibly, continues to be part of the lives of millions of people.

Entire generations of us who didn’t see that “mustache” live can only smile every time we hear him or see him in one of his many fascinating performances that remained as record. His genuine expression toward life is the greatest proof of what it means to triumph.

In the end, as Freddie says, “The Show Must Go On.”