The only campfire bildungsroman. The first 1:34 is a patty-cake studio click track.[1] Then 29 seconds of aural thunder. The first four full chords muted over by deus ex machina, ten-foot-tall hands.

Full glissandi upward, rockabilly colander, full compression. A bar-chunk of metal steel, a Wagnerian, fourthed-out affair, right on down to the last kung-kung cha. The first kung swathed in a feminine aaah.

I look at the cover's sad robot, the bubblegum that popped my cherry.[2],[3]

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[1] From Robert Santelli's interview with Roger Taylor in Modern Drummer, October 1984:
      RS: On the song "We Will Rock You," your beat is very loud and hard. What kind of sticks did you use on that song?
      RT: Everybody thinks that's drums, but it's not. It's feet.
      RS: Could you be more specific?
[2] Frank Kelly Freas, artist. The tip of the finger of said sad robot appears on this book's cover.
[3]
First heard October 31, 1978. Roxborough section of Philadelphia. Twelve years old. "Disco Sucks" movement in full swing. Birthday party for fifth cousin, Tony Chicearo. That same night, Queen hosts a party of their own, one of the most decadent in rock history. The launch party for Jazz, the follow-up album to News Of The World, took place in the New Dreams Fairmount Hotel in New Orleans. The party started at midnight, when a brass band entered the hall. Wrestlers, dwarves, strippers, jazz bands, steel bands, naked food servers-male and female alike-contributed to the satyricon. In filmed interviews, former crew members can't keep the grins off their faces as they describe that night. Jackie Gunn and Jim Jenkins, authors of the official biography Queen: As It Began (Hyperion, 1992), describe "an endless stream" of record executives who were shown to a room "where one of the groupies spent the whole evening on her knees making them very happy."