In 2016, a team of researchers at the University of Vienna published a scientific paper about a voice, not a living voice, a voice that had been silent for 25 years. They had analyzed recordings, studied acoustic properties, measured frequencies and vibrates and the precise physical characteristics of a sound that had been produced by a human throat.
What they found made them pause, made them go back and check their data, made them run the analysis again because the results seemed too extraordinary to be accurate. The voice they were studying had a vibrto rate faster than almost any other singer ever recorded. It moved between registers with a fluidity that defied conventional vocal classification.
It produced subharmonics, sounds made in the throat rather than the mouth, that are typically associated with tuon throat singers who have trained for decades in that specific technique. It had an average fundamental frequency that placed it in the baritone range. Yet, it regularly and effortlessly reached notes far into the tenor register and beyond.
The researchers, careful scientists who chose their words precisely, described it as unique, extraordinary, beyond easy categorization. The voice belonged to Freddy Mercury. And Freddy Mercury had never taken a single formal singing lesson in his life. Not one. in a career that produced some of the most technically demanding vocal performances in the history of recorded music.
In a body of work that included Bohemian Raps City and Somebody to Love and Who Wants to Live Forever and Don’t Stop Me Now, and dozens of other songs that vocal coaches use to illustrate what the human voice is capable of at its absolute limit. Not one lesson, not one conservattoire, not one vocal coach sitting across from him in a studio telling him to breathe from his diaphragm or support his high notes or protect his pajio. Nothing.
The most celebrated rock vocalist in history taught himself everything he knew. Or more precisely, he didn’t teach himself anything. He simply sang from the beginning. the way some people simply walk or simply breathe as if the voice was already there, complete and fully formed, waiting for him to use it.
Brian May has been asked about this many times over the decades in interviews and documentaries and quiet conversations with people who wanted to understand how it was possible. His answer has always been essentially the same. Freddy just sang, Brian says. He didn’t think about it the way trained singers think about it. He felt it.
He heard something in his head and he produced it. The connection between what he imagined and what came out of his throat was direct in a way that I’ve never seen in anyone else. Brian pauses when he says this, usually as if he is still, after all these years slightly amazed by what he witnessed. Most singers, even great ones, have a gap between what they intend and what they produce.
Technique is how you close that gap. Freddy didn’t seem to have the gap. What he heard in his head is what came out every time. Roger Taylor, who sat behind the drum kit and listened to Freddy sing for 20 years, says something similar, but puts it differently. He was the most natural musician I ever encountered, Roger says.
And I mean natural in the literal sense. It came from nature. from whatever combination of physics and biology and accident produced that particular throat in that particular body. He didn’t manufacture it. He didn’t construct it. He found it. And once he found it, he trusted it completely.
Roger smiles when he talks about this. The smile of someone recalling something that still seems slightly miraculous even after decades of familiarity. He trusted his voice the way you trust your heartbeat. Roger says he never questioned whether it would be there. It was always there. It hadn’t always seemed inevitable. The young Farak Bulsara growing up in Zanzibar and then at boarding school in India had been given piano lessons by his father at the age of seven.
He was good at them, better than good. His teacher noticed within weeks that this child had an unusual musical sensitivity, but nobody identified his voice as extraordinary in those early years. He sang in school choirs. He performed with his school band, The Hectics. He was good, perhaps better than good.
But the voice that would one day make scientists shake their heads and audiences around the world feel things they had never felt before was not yet audible in the performances of the young boy in Zanzibar. It was there. It was always there. But it was dormant, waiting. the way certain things wait until the conditions are right before they reveal themselves completely.
The conditions became right in London in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Freddy was in his early 20s. He was studying graphic design at Eling Art College. He was selling clothes at Kensington Market. He was going to every gig he could afford and absorbing everything he heard. And he was singing, not professionally, not in front of audiences, just singing in his flat, in the college corridors, at parties, anywhere that music was happening.
Freddy was singing along. And the people around him were noticing, not always with immediate recognition of what they were hearing, but noticing. There was something in that voice that was different from other voices. Something that stopped conversation, something that made people turn around. Tim Stafle, who was a founding member of the band Smile that would eventually become Queen, remembered hearing Freddy sing for the first time.
He said it was at a party. Freddy was just singing along to a record. Not performing, not showing off, just singing because there was music and music required him to sing. Stafle said he stopped mid-con conversation and stood there listening. He said it was like suddenly hearing a sound that you didn’t know existed until that moment.
A sound that your brain immediately recognizes as significant before you’ve had time to think about why. He said he went over to Freddy afterward and asked if he sang. Freddy looked at him with an expression that suggested the question was slightly absurd. I sing, Freddy said simply, as if that covered everything. As if that was all that needed to be said.
When Brian May and Roger Taylor first heard Freddy sing properly in a rehearsal room in the early 1970s, both of them had the same reaction. Brian described it as the kind of moment where you realize the scale of something has changed, where the room seems to get larger, where the air seems to carry more electricity than it did a moment before.
Freddy sang a few bars of something. Brian and Roger looked at each other. No words were exchanged. None were needed. They both knew immediately this was the singer they had been looking for. This was something that didn’t come along often. This was in fact something that came along perhaps once in a generation, perhaps less.
What happened in the recording studio in the years that followed confirmed everything that First Hearing had suggested. Freddy in the vocal booth was unlike any other singer any of them had ever worked with. He didn’t warm up in conventional ways. He didn’t run scales. He didn’t do the exercises that trained singers do to prepare their voices for a session.
He would arrive. He would listen to the track. He would stand at the microphone and then he would sing, usually in very few takes, often in one. The engineer Roy Thomas Baker, who worked with Queen on their early albums, including Bohemian Rapsidity, described the experience of recording Freddy as unlike anything else in his career.
Most singers, you spend a lot of time working toward the performance, Baker said. With Freddy, the performance was just there. You pressed record and it was there. Baker shook his head slightly when he said this years later, as if still slightly disbelieving. It was there from the first take, almost always.
You just had to be ready to capture it. The Bohemian Rapsidity sessions in 1975 are the most famous example. The oporatic section of that song required Freddy, Brian, and Roger to record their vocal parts dozens of times, layering them on top of each other until the sound was something that didn’t belong to any single voice, but to all of them combined. It took 3 weeks.
The tape became so saturated with recordings that you could see light through it. It was an extraordinary technical achievement, but the technical achievement was built on a foundation that required no technique at all. Freddy’s individual vocal parts. The notes he hit in that booth over those three weeks were produced with the same effortless precision that characterized everything he did.
Roy Thomas Baker said that Freddy never missed a note during those sessions. Not in three weeks of recording, not in dozens of takes. He hit every note he aimed for every time with the accuracy of someone who has been doing this their entire life, which in a sense he had, even if he had never been taught how. David Bowie noticed it during the under pressure sessions in 1981.
Bowie was one of the most technically sophisticated musicians of his generation. He had worked with some of the greatest vocal producers in the world. He understood the mechanics of singing in a way that Freddy simply did not. And yet, watching Freddy work in the Mountain Studios in Montro, Bowie was visibly struck by something he couldn’t fully explain.
He said afterward in an interview that Freddy sang the way athletes sometimes describe being in a flow state where the conscious mind steps aside and the body simply does what it was built to do, where effort disappears and what remains is pure expression. Bowie said he had worked very hard his entire career to achieve that state.
He said Freddy seemed to live in it permanently. He didn’t seem to have to find it. Bowie said he was just always there. The scientists who studied Freddy’s voice after his death were trying to understand what Bowie had described. What was the physical basis for this effortlessness? What was happening in Freddy Mercury’s throat that produced sounds no other singer could produce? What they found was a combination of factors.
the unusual structure of his oral cavity, shaped in part by the extra teeth he was born with and refused to correct, a vat produced by fluctuations in his vocal cords that occurred at a rate faster than almost any trained singer achieves. the ability to produce subharmonics that created a richness and depth in his lower register that shouldn’t have been possible at the frequencies he was singing and a glottle attack the way he initiated notes that was unlike any other singer they had studied.
Each of these characteristics would be remarkable on its own. Together in the same voice, they produced something that the researchers struggled to categorize. Something that didn’t fit neatly into any existing framework for understanding the human voice. None of it was learned. None of it was taught. None of it was the product of years of training with a vocal coach who understood the mechanics of what was happening and could shape it and refine it and protect it.
It was all simply there in the body, in the throat, in the particular combination of biology and physics and whatever else goes into making a human voice that is unre repeatable. Freddy Mercury was born with it. He grew up with it. He used it without fully understanding it. The way you use a language you learned as a child without knowing the grammar rules that govern it. He trusted it.
He opened his mouth and it was there every time for his entire career until the very end when AIDS had taken almost everything else from him. The voice remained damaged, yes, diminished in some ways, but still recognizably, unmistakably, impossibly his. There is something in this story that goes beyond music, beyond one man’s extraordinary voice.
It is a story about the relationship between talent and training, about what we can teach and what we cannot. About the things that come from somewhere we don’t fully understand and cannot fully explain. Music schools teach technique because technique is what can be taught. It is the part of singing that can be broken down and analyzed and transmitted from one person to another.
But technique is not what made Freddy Mercury. What made Freddy Mercury was something that no school could teach because no school fully understands where it comes from. The vocal coaches who have studied his recordings can identify what he was doing. They can describe it technically. They can tell you about the vibrto rate and the glottle attack and the subharmonics, but they cannot tell you how to do it because it didn’t come from doing.
It came from being from being a particular person with a particular body and a particular set of biological accidents that combined once in one human being to produce something the world had never heard before and has never heard since. Freddy Mercury never took a singing lesson. He never needed one.
He arrived in the world already knowing how to do the one thing he was born to do. He just needed a microphone and an audience. And when he had those things, what came out of him was exactly what the scientists would later measure and struggle to explain and ultimately describe with the only word that really fits. Extraordinary.
Simply completely undeniably extraordinary. The voice that nobody taught. The voice that taught the world instead.
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