Bohemian Rhapsody

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen has never really made much sense to me. I don't know why it's called Bohemian Rhapsody and I'm not even completely sure what it's supposed to be about.

~Kristin Bruning

This is the one song that brings back flashes of high school in an instant. The slow melody at the beginning, so very soft, so very sad, so meaningful, like no other song ever heard. Then it suddenly switches to this upbeat, rock-opera style and smoothes out again. The year was 2001, and I was only a sixth grader, and our school was about to do something we had never done before. I don't know exactly who picked the song, or why they even picked it; after all, very few of us even knew what the song was about at the time--this song was perfect. For homecoming every class, sophomore on up, had to do a lip-sink to this very song. Each performance was to be unique, entertaining, and down right awesome. However, it was not the classes' performances that I remember, no--it was the surprise faculty performance! The stage had been set, everybody had quieted down after the commotion and out of nowhere, four faculty members dressed in long haired Whigs were silently pushed out onto the stage in the trap set cart about ready to buckle from their weight, each man sitting in those high school gym folding chairs. The song immediately initiated with a nod of Mr. Sich's head, the four grown men lip-sinking as if pleading for their jobs. The tension of the song quickly was building up in our throats, just waiting for what was to come next. Four minutes, eight seconds into the song, it happened. The quartet busted out with a clash of the symbol and pure rock-and-roll head banging in wigs, hanging down to their bellies and flying up two feet in the air, the vehicle they occupied seeming as if it would bust some rivets along with them. By now we had forgotten that we had just heard the same song for the fifth time in a row, but no longer did it matter. This was a performance too good to forget.