As part of a housecleaning effort, I want to go back and revisit some of our “Zombies” that have caused controversy and doubt, or have kept me awake.
Frankly, Freddie Mercury is not one of them, but I have gotten enough negative feedback that I have decided to start from scratch and re-do the whole business. I do not know where this leads, and if his eventual match-up to Dr. Phil proves to be a reach, so be it. I will retract. (This post will be followed soon by “Dr. Phil Revisited.”)
So for now I will work only on Mercury, then Dr. Phil, and then a comparison of the two to see if the first post regarding these two was on, or off.
Just a few words in advance of photo analysis:
Part of the problem people have had with Mercury/Dr. Phil is that it is just so off the wall. A very popular and tragic pop singer turns into a pasty and smarmy TV psychologist? It doesn’t make any sense!
That part has never troubled me. These people we scrutinize are actors. Freddie Mercury’s provocative and disturbing gay image was an act. I would bet he was (is) straight, and that doing what he did was a very hard assignment. When finally he faked his death, it was blessed relief.
It appears to me that Farrokh Bulsara, aka Mercury, is a gifted actor. If indeed he turns up as Dr. Phil, he has pulled it off with the same ease as the flaming gay pop singer.
Country singer Garth Brooks was recently on NPR’s Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me, and was asked how it is that his stardom and music caught hold, making him one of the biggest stars ever in that genre. Here’s his answer:
“… I don’t have a clue. A lot of things happened right at the right time. It’s all timing. ‘Cuz here in Nashville , and this isn’t a statement of humble – it’s a statement of honesty, your waiter can out-sing you, out-write you, I mean, everyone here is talented.”
There is a built-in assumption when an individual or group hits the big time, as did Queen in the 1980s, that they got there by hard work and talent. But a surprising percentage of us could become pop icons – given the right management and promotion. There are groups, especially in the Laurel Canyon days, that had very little talent, and yet enjoyed overnight success, record deals and concerts to full houses. It is promotion, use of anonymous song writing teams, hired screaming fans and the power of suggestion that creates this success. Queen was such a group, far more a product of the recording studio than we imagine. (Brian May is now playing an astrophysicist. He too is an actor.)
Music is too important to be left to chance. Songs, groups, messages, subconscious themes are all planned in advance. Bulsara was chosen to play the part of Freddie Mercury because the group was created to advance the gay agenda and promote AIDS, a fake disease. Bulsaro had a nice falsetto voice, and was put through intense training. He learned to project, and sounded good. In his “final” days, stumbling around on stage as if in misery, he was acting.
To advance the hoax called AIDS, Intel needed some high-profile people to die from it, so Rock Hudson and Mercury were told to fake their deaths. That sold it.
Freddie Mercury was a psyop.
Anyway, on with photo analysis. Part of the initial problem that I had with the Freddie/Phil match-up is that I did not separate Freddie as a set of twins.
Here is Twin One, the performer:
Below are the same images with some face chopping done to show that there is internal consistency in the grouping.
Here is Twin Two. I do not know how much he performed. He had an unfortunate set of teeth that were apparently not adjusted until later in life.
And again, some face chops to demonstrate internal consistency:
I see there two distinct men. At the time I did the original work on Mercury, I came away suspecting twins but did not make that assertion due to the troubles we were having with angular distortions. At this time I am sure beyond doubt the Mercury was a set of twins. Here are some face chops highlighting the differences:
The ears stand out, of course, but when either the noses or eyes are aligned, everything else is distorted. These are indeed two different men. However, without seeing their faces aligned side by side like this, it is almost impossible to see. They project as the same person with ease.
So while Dr. Phil is still shrouded in mystery, I am prepared to add Freddie Mercury/Farrokh Bulsara to the honor roll of twins.
These happenstance musicians do not stumble into the studio off the street in talent searches. They are given to us in full butterfly form without our having known them as larvae. We are to imagine that they randomly found fame, as if any if us can in a Gidget Gets Her Big Break world. We are not supposed to know that they were chosen, perhaps even bred for fame in a system that only promotes its own club members.
So much of it is merely suggestion. Bob Dylan cannot sing.