FOTOESSAY: MONTREAUX – I FREDDY MERCURYS FODSPOR

Jeg når kun lige at træde ud af toget, så er jeg forelsket i Montreaux. Den lille by ved Genévesøen oser af stemning og byder os velkommen med duften af forår, blomster i fuldt flor og mindet om en af mine yndlingsmusikere, Freddy Mercury, hængende i luften.

 

"Smoke on the water", Deep Purple

We all came out to Montreux
 On the Lake Geneva shoreline
 To make records with a mobile
 We didn't have much time
 Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around
 But some stupid with a flare gun
 Burned the place to the ground

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house
 It died with an awful sound
 Funky Claude was running in and out Pulling kids out the ground
 When it all was over
 We had to find another place
 But Swiss time was running out
 It seemed that we would lose the race

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
 We ended up at the grand hotel
 It was empty cold and bare
 But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
 Making our music there
 With a few red lights and a few old beds
 We make a place to sweat
 No matter what we get out of this I know we'll never forget

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

 

Så langt øjet rækker, kan man følge en sti langs søen, og der er virkeliggjort noget ud af omgivelserne. Blomsterne spiller farverige symfonier, mens skulpturer og statuer florerer langs bredden.

 

“Strenght grows in the moment when you think you can’t go on but you keep going anyway.”

Vi slentrede dovent rundt langs søen, mens vi indsnusede duften af forår. Her kan man gå i timevis og bare fordybe sig i egne tanker.

 

Eller tage et hvil på en bænk ved søen.

 

Imponerende gamle hoteller troner frem over alt. Majestætiske bygninger der er som taget ud af et eventyr. På Grand Hotel Montreaux Majestics tagterrasse spiste vi en fantastisk tatar skyllet ned med hvidvin, mens vi fantaserede om fordoms tid og rock’n’roll.

 

For selvom det er jazz, Mointreaux er kendt for, er det også her, de store rocklegender huserede i 70’erne og 80’erne. Blandt andet Deep Purple der skrev sangen “Smoke on the water”, efter Casinoet, hvor de havde deres studie, brændte ned under en Frank Zappa koncert i 1971. De rykkede ind i det vinterlukkede Grand Hotel, hvor de uddødeliggjorde nummeret i et mobilt studie. Funky Claude som bliver nævnt i “Smoke on the Water”, er Claude Nobs, som senere stiftede den berømte Montreaux Jazz Festival, der finder sted hver sommer i byen.

 

Da casinoet blev genopbygget 5 år senere, blev der samtidig indrettet et musikstudie, hvor alle legenderne fra AC/DC og David Bowie over Nina Simone, Iggy Pop og Chris Rea til Rolling Stones og Led Zeppelin indspillede deres musik. I 1979 blev studiet købt af selveste “Queen”, som havde det helt frem til 1993, hvor det blev flyttet. I dag er studiet indrettet som et museum med alle deres gamle remedier.

 

Kaffe og Scrabble skulle der også til.

 

De originale instrumenter.

 

Selve lydstudiet fremtræder præcist som det gjorde dengang, bortset fra den originale Neve Desk, der er erstattet med en reproduktion, så besøgende kan prøve at mixe deres egne Queen-numre.

 

Rundt omkring kan man se håndskrevne sange, og her ser man de to sidste sange Freddie Mercury skrev før sin død; “A winter’s tale” og “Mother love”, der er inspireret af hans ophold i Montreaux, og som man finder på deres sidste album “Made in Heaven”, der blev udgivet efter Mercury’s (alt for tidlige) død.

 

“A Winter’s Tale”, Queen … It’s all so beautiful Like a landscape painting in the sky Mountains are zoomin’ higher Little girls scream an’ cry My world is spinnin’ and spinnin’ and spinnin’ It’s unbelievable Sends me reeling Am I dreaming… Am I dreaming…? Oooh – it’s bliss

 

Et stykke fra casinoet finder man en bronzestatue af Freddie Mercury, der triumferer ud over havnefronten. Statuen er udført af den Irena Sedleká, doneret af Queen og “The Freddie Mercury Estate” og afsløret af Freddies forældre, hans opera-synge-partner Montserrat Caballé og Queens medlemmer Brian May og Roger Taylor i 1996.

 

Freddie Mercury 1946-1991. En stjerne på himlen og – efter min mening – en af de største kunstnere der har levet. Død, men mindet lever i bedste velgående.

 

 

"Mother Love", Queen 

I don't want to sleep with you 
I don't need the passion too 
I don't want a stormy affair 
To make me feel my life is heading somewhere 
All I want is the comfort and care 
Just to know that my woman gives me sweet - Mother love 


I've walked too long in this lonely lane 
I've had enough of this same old game 
I'm a man of the world and they say I'm strong 
But my heart is heavy and my hope is gone 
Out in the city, in the cold world outside 
I don't want pity, just safe place to hide 
Mama please, let me back inside 

I don't want to make no waves 
But you can give me all the love that I crave 
I can't take if you see me cry 
I long for peace before I die 
All I want to know that you're there 
You're gonna give me all your sweet - Mother love 


My body's aching, but I can't sleep 
My dreams are all the company I keep 
Got such a feeling as the sun goes down 
I'm coming home to my sweet - Mother love

 

 

Når jeg bliver gammel, så vil jeg sidde på en bænk…

 

 

Empty spaces - what are we living for
 Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
 On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
 Another hero, another mindless crime
 Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
 Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
 The show must go on,
 The show must go on
 Inside my heart is breaking
 My make-up may be flaking
 But my smile still stays on.
 Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
 Another heartache, another failed romance
 On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
 I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now
 I'll soon be turning, round the corner now
 Outside the dawn is breaking
 But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
 The show must go on
 The show must go on
 Inside my heart is breaking
 My make-up may be flaking
 But my smile still stays on
 My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
 Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
 I can fly - my friends
 The show must go on
 The show must go on
 I'll face it with a grin
 I'm never giving in
 On - with the show -
 I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
 I have to find the will to carry on
 On with the -
 On with the show -
 The show must go on...

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