In 1974, in the land of the dinosaurs ;0) I lost my best friend over the band "Queen". She OBSESSED about them; we couldn't listen to any other music when we were at her house. She was IN LOVE w/ Freddie Mercury, and was the only person on Earth that didn't know he was gay. We used to hang out at her house b/c she lived a few blocks from school; I'd bring my box of 45s (yes, vinyl, folks) and we would take turns listening to our favorite singles. When Queen's 1st album dropped, that's ALL she listened to. I walked out of her house, walked home (5 miles) & I've never heard of/seen her again. How idiotic! Now I don't know if I like Queen, b/c all I associate them with is the loss of a best friend. I can't be impartial to their music. Oh well, Freddie's dead & the band's retired.