Thyself? I, Brian the Wise, wert dissatisethfied, with Thy stupid band. Nay, it art not only Roger the Divine, but they art ALL No-Brainers! The hall wert wonderous, packed with sycophants and worshipping Queeble Afficionadoes, and I, Brian the Wise, wert set to rocketh.
But woe, then cameth the moments when I, Brian the Wise, felt Thee wert slipping off the ladder.
Yea, there art always reasons. Thee couldst nay hearken Thyself in the Solo for Bohemian Rhapethsody, and as soon as Thee canst nay hearken of the Red Special, Thee acteth like a two year old trying to type. Thee art not a Diva but THEE CANST NAY WORKETH WITH THESE INCOMPETANT FOOLS!
Without the audible feedethback Thee art utterly lost, because Thee canst nay play-eth "dots" - Thee canst only get from one note to another by 'relativethity'! It art a scientific process that Thee inventeth in Adobeth Photoshop and THOSE IDIOT NO BRAINERS RAIN-ETH ON THY PARADE!!!
BRIAN THE WISE CANST NE'ER PLAY-ETH DOTS!!! DOST THOU GOT THAT!!! NO DOTS!!!
Stupid band, stupid sound engineereths, stupid techies, stupid lighting people, stupid roadies, it art all thier fault.
Glitcheth after glitcheth, all Thee couldst hearken wert Freddie laughing at Thee. Wert He in the audience? Didst anyone see-eth? Oh, Woe and Lo and Beholdeth! 'Twouldst be-eth just like-eth Him and that John to sneaketh unto the back row and maketh much mirth and merriment at Thy Dire-eth Straits!
I, Brian the Wise, will forgiveth Them if They just come-eth home to Mother!
So-eth, after struggling to catch-eth up and knoweth didst Thee, it wert impossible .... for the first time in Thy life - Thee abandoneth it!! Yea! Thee walketh off stage in a huff-eth and leaveth the fools to it!
NO-BRAINERS!
Jeez-eth ....
Onwards!
love
Bri the Wi