That’s right… Elton John, motherfu… sorry, wrong attitude.
Growing up, our Dad subjected us to a lot of different music. While 90s Van Halen, Little Feat, Gloria Estefan, Foghat and various others never actually took root in the ol’ noggin, Dad piped a lot of great tunes into our then-maleable minds. The music he introduced to us kids… The Four Tops, Commodores, Bob Seger (don’t forget the Silver Bullet Band), Billy Joel, Harry Chapin and Elton John… is Dad’s true legacy in my mind.
Not to mention those Ohio Players album covers that made me feel funny in a way I couldn’t yet comprehend. My entire life went to shit when I grew able to “comprehend” those album covers, lemme tell ya’.
So, the four year anniversary of Dad’s death is one month away. While I still can’t force myself to buy anything that Harry Chapin ever did (shit makes me cry), I did go on an iTunes/Elton John shopping spree tonight; I dropped a whopping $16.83 for seventeen individual EJ songs, all greatest hits in my mind. Just to torture you, here’s the setlist:
- Someone Saved My Life Tonight
- Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds
- Philadelphia Freedom
- Your Song
- Crocodile Rock
- The Bitch Is Back
- I’m Still Standing (ouch, Dad’s probably pissed about that one)
- Bennie and the Jets
- Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
- Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting
- Honky Cat
- Rocket Man
- Tiny Dancer
- Island Girl
- Don’t Go Breaking My Heart