The last Queen show ever anniversary is just around the corner. It would be a wonderful date for a major release of a DVD and a CD, unfortunately, we will be served none of this.
I plan on spending my day listening to the bootleg tape.
What about you all? Got any plans?
Bobby_brown wrote: It´s a shame that they don´t celebrate this date with a release of the show!
QP have no sense of history!
Take care
Oh no, they wait till the 30th anniversary to release half-baked compilation music videos set to the audio of the concert (all cut of course). Maybe they'll re-re-re-release that crap video of Radio Ga Ga and call it rare.
You people are not taking this seriously. This IS Serious Discussion, after all.
My plan of the evening is simple but effective. We've been together for 20 years, so it has to be, right? I'm going to take the concert to a little cafe on the corner, just around the block, where we'll have a candlelit dinner and feed each other scones and eel pie, and consume just enough chablis to get us both into the mood. But first, we'll go to a midnight showing of Ghost, and just when the scene of Patrick Swayze and that woman (I can't remember her name) making a clay pot comes up, we'll run out of the theater and, in the throes of passion, make sweet, sweet love behind a Gorski Bros. dumpster in the alleyway behind the theater.
Then, I'll take the concert home and make proper love to it, whispering sweet nothings in its ear as she cuddles up beside me. We'll fall asleep in each others' arms, then wake up the next morning and continue life as usual.
Lester Burnham wrote: You people are not taking this seriously. This IS Serious Discussion, after all.
My plan of the evening is simple but effective. We've been together for 20 years, so it has to be, right? I'm going to take the concert to a little cafe on the corner, just around the block, where we'll have a candlelit dinner and feed each other scones and eel pie, and consume just enough chablis to get us both into the mood. But first, we'll go to a midnight showing of Ghost, and just when the scene of Patrick Swayze and that woman (I can't remember her name) making a clay pot comes up, we'll run out of the theater and, in the throes of passion, make sweet, sweet love behind a Gorski Bros. dumpster in the alleyway behind the theater.
Then, I'll take the concert home and make proper love to it, whispering sweet nothings in its ear as she cuddles up beside me. We'll fall asleep in each others' arms, then wake up the next morning and continue life as usual.