Today, 19 August, our little cheesy bass player, John Deacon, celebrates his 70 birthday.
I can't say how grateful I am in words but the only things that I can say is thank you. You make ma always happy, even when I feel lonely and sad, with your smile, with your jokes, with your bass lines and bass skills... You are the happines of my hours, my days. I can say that you are the best friend that I don't have.
Thank you for all John.
Have a great birthday.
Hello again!! :)
This is my little gift for deaky and my little contribute in the @deakysgurl 's event.
“A saturday night in Sodom”. Our domestic (prolific) sunshine, Mr. Deacon, looks like walking through Disneyland and way more innocent than nuns next to him. First photo - the definition of the pureness, cuteness and innosence, - was taken in the middle of the most orgiastic party in history of rock music. John Deacon, ladies and ladies ) #partyhard
It was Halloween 1978. The ballroom was outfitted with 50 dead trees rented especially for the occasion, which made it look like “a skeletal forest. It had a kind of witchcraft theme,” said EMI’s Bob Hart. Bourbon Street’s biggest freaks and eccentrics were hired to entertain, leaving other bars and clubs forced to close for the night. In the colossal Imperial Ballroom inside the Fairmont New Orleans, Freddie Mercury—expert partier who lived by the mantra “excess all areas”—overwhelmed 400 guests at the launch of Queen’s seventh album, Jazz. This party had it all: “voluptuous strippers who smoked cigarettes with their vaginas, a dozen black-faced minstrels, dwarfs, snake charmers, and several bosomy blondes who stunned party revelers by peeling off their flimsy costumes to reveal that they were, in fact, well-endowed men,” it was described in Pamela Des Barres’s Rock Bottom: Dark Moments in Music Babylon.