But I would be remiss if I did not relate to you the now-declassified tale of the single greatest day in our Unbelievable lives!
That's right. A day so amazing it would be scorched like a brand onto our collective brains.
It all started when in 1978 Freddie rushed excitedly into the Unbelievabase clutching an advance copy of their new album Jazz. (Remember, this was the 70s, when you could get away with giving your new LP a title that had nothing to do with the record contained therein, such as James Taylor's Greatest Hits or The Best Of Roger Whittaker.)
"Listen to this!" shouted Fred, putting the record on the Blaupunkt and cranking it to 11.
We were mesmerized. Mesmerized enough to stop what we were up to (a game of Strip Parcheesi, as I recall) and listened to the instant classic that was Jazz.
Still, we could not help but notice the look of worry and concern on Freddie's face. We were curious. What on earth did he have to be anxious about? The album was brilliant, as has been already noted. So we asked him.
"Why the long face? What's troubling you?"
"Well," he replied, "I'm having a creative block. The first single off of Jazz is gonna be a double-A side, "Bicycle Race" and "Fat Bottomed Girls" but I have absolutely no idea how to promote it. I mean, listen to those songs. Those songs ROCK OUT LOUD! They are guaranteed KILLERS! But the record-buying public is fickle. They'll buy anything the DJs tell them to. How else do you explain Clive Dunn's "Grandad" going to Number One?"
"Good point" quoth I.
"Trouble is, I need something so amazing, so shocking, so memorable that it'll be a shoo-in for sure... but what??"
"So you thought you'd pop in and pick our brains, eh?" interjected Clark, in a perplexing Canadian accent he was trying to perfect for some oddball reason (turns out he had had a brief fling with a Canadian air hostess, and was probably hoping to repeat the process).
Freddie was slightly embarrassed. "Um, er... yeah."
"Well, why didn't you say so!!" Michael and I cheered in unison. We were already two steps ahead.
"Leave it to us, Freddie. We'll get this sorted in no time." I reassured him.
Clark leapt to his feet and fetched us all a beer. "BREWSKIES, EH!?!" he declared.
For once, we let it slide.
So... a few phone calls to the Unbelievababes, to Marissa and Laura, several bike shops in London, a few top photographers and Wembley Stadium later, we had it all arranged.
I think you know where this is all going.
|The Unbelievababes, with Laura and Marissa somewhere in there.|
|Marla and Trixie won top prize! (For what, I'm not sure).|
We all got to spend the day in London watching the Unbelievababes ride around naked on bicycles!! Oh. My. God. We were in hog heaven - especially Michael, who spends most of his life getting naked anyway. It was so much fun, and such a success that they incorporated the shoot into the video.
Queen - Bicycle Race by Leo59
Not only that, but sometimes the Unbelievababes were drafted in to participate in live shows when the band were playing the song.
So there you have it.
We've done a lot of fun stuff in our lives, but a day spent watching naked girls on bikes in the company of the greatest rock band in the world, as well as my two amazing crimefighting compadres, takes some licking.
But that's another story...