"Under Pressure", Queen w/ David Bowie

I don't even know what this song is about. Stress? Is it about stress? Soaring awesomeness, that's my guess, a.k.a exuberance. It's a song as exuberant as "Mmmm-Bop" (which is about...recycling? My friend Killian claims it is), but with balls. Exuberant balls!

Listening to Freddie Mercury's voice is like diving into a cold pool on a hot day: bracing and thrilling and a little bit overwhelming but a lot just what you needed at that moment. Pairing that force of nature with the other most defiantly and coolly theatrical voice in rock and roll was a stroke of genius, like mixing a summery cocktail of sweet and tart in ice, ice, baby.

I've never met a single person who didn't like this song. People on the street, dee dee dede, all of them, they love it. And well they should, because it's the sound of Bob Beamon soaring through Mexico City, or Michael Johnson rounding the curve, gold heels flashing. It's muscular and theme-park-ride exciting and it reminds us all to relax and recycle.