I got the TV Star Parade from May of 75.... Enjoy

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and another blurb from the same magazine to close with

Thank you Luckymama. I love those pictures of Freddie!

I really liked reading that article. It was the first article I remember reading that wasn't just a fluff piece. This interviewer seemed to have gotten to the crux of his feelings and beliefs.

What does everyone else think about that?

I find it interesting what he said about having children. He was afraid to have one for fear of messing them up emotionally. This article, if it was reported accurately, confirms how much of a deep thinker he was, and how intense and intelligent he was.

Thank you so much for sharing that luckymamma.

Sandra

Thanks for sharing! :) That does give some insight into why he did what he did. Maybe he thought it was a way out of his problems & he'd be at peace. I dunno. Nice pics too! :)

I was thinking the same thing. I am not one to just generally believe in psychics, but OMG it was like he knew something about how his life would turn out at 20. Some people may think that because he was thinking all these things at that age it just drove him to making them happen two years later, but I can't believe that. NO one would wish the kind of angst and problems that Freddie had on themselves. I guess he just knew and that is sad too. I was listening to Josh Groban sing a Don Mclean song the other day "Vincent" about the painter Vincent Van Gogh and I was thinking how some of the words to that song were so about Freddie! I don't think our world was ready for the likes of Freddie and vice versa.

Vincent by Don Mclean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul...
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they did not know how --
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they did not know how--
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
But still, your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do--
But I could've told you, Vincent:
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you.

Starry, Starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they're not listening still--
Perhaps they never will.

Thank so much for sharing the article and pics!!!

OMG!! I love that song by Don McLean! It's been awhile since I heard it, but its one of my favorite old songs! Some of the words are so fitting for Freddie, especially,

On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do--
But I could've told you,
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you.

Now I understand
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they did not know how --
Perhaps they'll listen now.