Western Studios, Los Angeles 2:00am on a Sunday.
Get that food away from me.
I don’t wan’t it.
—coming out of huge, big, silver plattered casseroles that have been baked, and seasoned, and koshered, and marinated into some kind of frantic scene—that like—wows your head, you dig?
It’s like, trying to hear music and dig those things at the same time. They’re all on wheels. Four strong wheels. They’re weak wheels, but there’s a strong axle.
Strong axle, weak wheels.
—a very contrived and locked in vehicle, dedicated to Mike, of course.
I don’t know maybe those words didn’t mean anything?
What did you just say?
It felt like they had to come out though. I mean I had no control in the direction. In other words you start a pattern, and all of sudden…uh, you ever go like this [shakes legs] with your legs, and like pretty soon it takes over? That’s what you can do that with your mind.
Honest to God.
May 19, 1951
April 15, 2001
Brian May is looking weird.
I CAN’T CONTROL MYSELF