We were having a nice family dinner, and out of the blue Dylan said, ‘Freddie Mercury is dead, right?’
I looked at him for a split second before answering, skeptical as to how my easy-listenin’ loving ten-year-old knew about Freddie Mercury. Then I dismissed it.
I mean, it’s Freddie Mercury. Music 101. Pop Culture 101.
‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘Freddie Mercury died a long time ago.’
Matt put his fork down, and turned to me. ‘Who’s Freddie Mercury?’ he asked.
I almost choked on my chicken. Dylan snickered.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
I still can’t decide if I’m more surprised and proud that Dylan had this knowledge, or flabbergasted and woebegone that Matt didn’t.
Thunderbolt and lightning – very, very frightening!
I enjoy music. I also enjoy pop culture–how it comes into being, how it shapes our lives. It’s completely intertwined with mass media and is one of the aspects of Mass Communication that I most enjoyed studying. So, it’s possible that I’m a bit more in tune with pop culture than some people.
There are some things you should just know. And Freddie Mercury is one of those things. I call that premise The Freddie Mercury Rule.
Matt gets a pass mostly because, well, we’re already married, you know? (He will never live this down).
From here on out, I’ve decided to start using The Freddie Mercury Rule as a way to gauge the new people who come into my life: to know me, you must first know Freddie.
These days you can’t be too careful.