Queen guitarist wraps studies for doctorate - Yahoo! News

Queen guitarist wraps studies for doctorate - Yahoo! News:

"NEW YORK (Reuters) - Brian May, the lead guitarist from rock band Queen, is close to earning his doctorate in astrophysics -- more than 35 years after quitting his studies to become a rock star.

May arrived on the island of La Palma in Spain's Canary Islands several days ago to conduct astronomical observations in support of his thesis, according to a statement by the Institute of Astrophysics of the Canary Islands.

His thesis, 'Radial Velocities in the Zodiacal Dust Cloud,' is the last component of his PhD studies, and May expected to complete his work on Wednesday."

I first became acquainted with Brian May when Queen released A Night at the Opera, in which the song Bohemian Rhapsody appeared. As is so often the case, once you buy an album for a particular hit, you tend to find other cuts on the album that are just as good, and arguably better.

Brian May wrote '39 and it became one of my favorites of that era. It is not hard to see where a lot of his inspiration came from:

In the year of thirty-nine
Assembled here the volunteers
In the days when lands were few
Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
The sweetest sight ever seen
And the night followed day
And the story tellers say
That the score brave souls inside
For many a lonely day
Sailed across the milky seas
Ne'er looked back never feared never cried

Don't you hear my call
Though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I'll take your hand
In the land that our grand-children knew

In the year of thirty-nine
Came a ship in from the blue
The volunteers came home that day
And they bring good news
Of a world so newly born
Though their hearts so heavily weigh
For the earth is old and grey
little darlin' we'll away
But my love this cannot be
Oh so many years have gone
Though i'm older but a year
Your mother's eyes from your eyes cry to me

Don't you hear my call
Though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I'll take your hand
In the land that our grand-children knew

Don't you hear my call
Though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
All your letters in the sand
Cannot heal me like your hand
For my life, still ahead, pity me.

An interesting career trajectory....