It is time to acknowledge that Freddy Mercury’s voice transcends the fabric of time and space. If I had to pinpoint and define the importance of his role in music history, I would liken it to the best breakfast of my life. And that, my friend, is a novel currently in the works. Oh, by the way, Dire Straits ain’t that bad.
Christmas is less than a week away, and now, more than ever, people wonder and ask me, “Hey, Sung, you’re Korean, right? What do your people celebrate? Christmas? Chinese Christmas? Is there a specific Asian or Buddhist Christmas? Korean Hanukkah? Early Yom Kippur? Some sort of second Groundhog’s Day? Do you even acknowledge the birth of Jesus Christ?”
True bliss is the ability to sing “Jingle Bells” at the top of your lungs and really mean it. True shame is the inability to stop. The mash up of Smokey Robinson of vocals while Queen and David Bowie provide the back drop is somewhere in-between true bliss and true shame.