#1
Department holiday party in January, held at a community hall. A grad student as DJ, doing a fantastic job. We're dancing. We've been drinking. I managed to pull a friend who doesn't dance much out on the dance floor after he's had a few beers. We hear the opening strains of "Bohemian Rhapsody" and freak out. No one dances to the song, because, really, it's not a dancesable tune, but we all sing along, some of miming as well. It's an awesome dance floor group sing. And then the bridge, with the guitar solo. And Dave, subdued, former-metal-head Winnipeg "Saddleback" Dave, pulls out air guitar. For the entire solo. And I only wish I had taken a photo, but I was laughing too hard. Awesome.
#2
Edmonton Fringe festival. Final weekend, Saturday night, on the way to an 11:15 show. Pass by a busking station, where a crowd has gathered to hear what turns out to be a ukelele cover band. Lead singer intros by explaining how difficult the song was to learn, joking that they lost a drummer/keyboardist along the way. Jeff wants to know what the song is so we linger (there's time). Opening strains of "Bohemian Rhapsody." Me: "no. way." Thing is, the cover band is good. Really really good. Breezy, cool late August night. Darkness, lights from Fringe site, sound of a band that I can't see through the crowd. Three-part harmonies. Singing along. People become drawn to the buskers. The crowd grows. Applause.
Perfection.