grief in the time of the apocalypse

At karaoke at the historic dive gay bar, my main spiritual practice in honor of the apotheosis of Freddie Mercury and the liminal spirit of David Bowie, I almost always start with Bowie and end with Queen. Sometimes, rarely, I'll tack on another Bowie song after that, a good late-night one like "Rock 'n' Roll Suicide" or "Heroes." But I don't like doing "Heroes" often--a little goes a long way (and besides, most of the "Heroes" tracks in the machine are all fucked up with missing verses and half the proper length).

Tonight I ended with "Heroes." There were...reasons.
( I, I will be king; and you, you will be queen. )