Beneath the veneer and all the fun, Freddie was vulnerable. He was sincere and very thoughful. He stayed loyal to an inner group of friends, the ones who weren’t just the temporary hangers-on who got bored of him in his quieter or off moments when he was just himself.” (James Arthurs)
“This particular evening, we had a barbeque in the garden behind the house. We played guitars, Freddie got on the grand piano, which was just inside the doors, and started fooling around with Jim Sanders doing four handed renditions of both his and other songs, even classical.” (James speaking of the photo)
Jim Sanders, Freddie, James Arthurs, and Peter Jones in Connecticut, USA, Summer 1980. Pic is Courtesy of James Arthurs, close friend of Freddie’s for 16 years. It’s from the book ‘This Was The Real Life’ by David Evans and David Minns