Brian May
Brian May
Brian Harold May, CBEis an English musician, singer, songwriter and astrophysicist, best known as the lead guitarist of the rock band Queen. He uses a home-built electric guitar, called the Red Special. His compositions for the band include "We Will Rock You", "Tie Your Mother Down", "I Want It All", "Fat Bottomed Girls", "The Prophet's Song", "Flash", "Hammer to Fall", "Save Me", "Who Wants to Live Forever" and "The Show Must Go On"...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionGuitarist
Date of Birth19 July 1947
CityLondon, England
I'm not a person for sitting on beaches. What would I do?
At the moment the Queen stuff does sell really well, but there's no guarantee it'll go on forever
From the beginning of Queen there was such momentum that I never had any time to do anything else. My energy was 95% focused on the band
I don't think anybody comes close to The Beatles, including Oasis
Astronomy's much more fun when you're not an astronomer
This man (FreddieMercury) truly possessed the greatest voice in the history of rock. Journalists, culture experts and analysts have already made several hundred comments on this topic and nothing can be added here.
I like a big neck – thick, flat and wide. I lacquered the fingerboard with Rustin's Plastic Coating. The tremolo is interesting in that the arm's made from an old bicycle saddle bag carrier, the knob at the end's off a knitting needle and the springs are valve springs from an old motorbike.
The guitar was my weapon, my shield to hide behind.
The Wedding March has a bit of a death march in it.
I never took sheet music seriously. I could do better myself just by listening to other people and using my own intuition.
I don't surf the net in general. I have someone do it for me instead, because I find it sluggish.
To my mind Keep Yourself Alive was never really satisfactory. Never had that magic that it should have had.
We do play to our audience. It's very important. You can't create music in a vacuum.
In print, people can do anything to you. Everything you do is picked apart. People love it; they're waiting for you to make a mistake.