âA saturday night in Sodomâ. Our domestic (prolific) sunshine, Mr. Deacon, looks like walking through Disneyland and way more innocent than nuns next to him. First photo - the definition of the pureness, cuteness and innosence, - was taken in the middle of the most orgiastic party in history of rock music. John Deacon, ladies and ladies ) #partyhard
It was Halloween 1978. The ballroom was outfitted with 50 dead trees rented especially for the occasion, which made it look like âa skeletal forest. It had a kind of witchcraft theme,â said EMIâs Bob Hart. Bourbon Streetâs biggest freaks and eccentrics were hired to entertain, leaving other bars and clubs forced to close for the night. In the colossal Imperial Ballroom inside the Fairmont New Orleans, Freddie Mercuryâexpert partier who lived by the mantra âexcess all areasââoverwhelmed 400 guests at the launch of Queenâs seventh album, Jazz. This party had it all: âvoluptuous strippers who smoked cigarettes with their vaginas, a dozen black-faced minstrels, dwarfs, snake charmers, and several bosomy blondes who stunned party revelers by peeling off their flimsy costumes to reveal that they were, in fact, well-endowed men,â it was described in Pamela Des Barresâs Rock Bottom: Dark Moments in Music Babylon.