I SAW ELTON JOHN LIVE AT MADISON Square Garden in the summer of ’82. I can’t imagine what my host paid the scalper but our seats were only 50 feet from his piano. Sure, I liked his music — Daniel, Your Song, Honky Cat — there are just too many to name but I had no idea about the man (men?) behind the music.
Up Close and Personal (photo from internet)
If you are chronologically more than 60 and/or mentally over the age of 12, there isn’t much from Hollywood worth getting excited about. Which is why Connie and I took a chance on Rocketman on Sunday — at least we knew Elton John's music. Senior tickets were only five bucks each and came with fully-reclining, heated Lazyboy-type seating and super-surround sound, of course. Popcorn and a large diet-Coke set us back another $17, though — a bargain when compared to the dad who dropped $50 for a couple of pizzas and drinks!
MONEY — Don't Leave Home Without It!
Anyhow, the movie was pretty good — a trifecta of sex, drugs and rock-and-roll. The rather explicit sex scenes made Brokeback Mountain seem like a Dick and Jane (Dick and James?) reader, but since Elton himself was a producer it was probably mostly true-ish. (This is a movie after all, Candace.) But the music was fantastic and we left with a supply of ear worms to last us a month.
