<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743</id><updated>2011-12-31T16:52:03.524-06:00</updated><category term='Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy'/><category term='Blue Moves'/><category term='Tumbleweed Connection'/><category term='Singles and B sides'/><category term='Rock of the Westies'/><category term='Don&apos;t Shoot Me I&apos;m Only the Piano Player'/><category term='Caribou'/><category term='Elton John'/><category term='Honky Chateau'/><category term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><category term='Miscellaneous'/><category term='An Introduction'/><category term='Empty Sky'/><category term='Madman Across the Water'/><category term='Meta'/><category term='Friends Soundtrack'/><title type='text'>Solar Prestige a Gammon</title><subtitle type='html'>One person's opinions on practically every song in the 1969-1977 Elton John catalogue.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8204326240108354963</id><published>2008-06-09T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:42:54.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madman Across the Water'/><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>"Goodbye" closes out &lt;i&gt;Madman Across the Water&lt;/i&gt; in similar fashion to the way that Shakespeare has his &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/5xjsb5"&gt;Puck close out &lt;i&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, beginning with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now that it's all over&lt;br /&gt;The birds can nest again&lt;br /&gt;I'll only snow when the sun comes out&lt;br /&gt;I'll shine only when it starts to rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing out his, and his mouthpiece's often contradictory nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then works in some self-effacing, and just a bit smirky, pseudo-religious imagery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if you want a drink&lt;br /&gt;Just squeeze my hand&lt;br /&gt;And wine will flow into the land&lt;br /&gt;And feed my lambs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And references, in self-deprecating fashion, the Tin Pan Alley-esque nature of his profession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For I am a mirror&lt;br /&gt;I can reflect the moon&lt;br /&gt;I will write songs for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your silver spoon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then closes with more mock humility, again with a smirk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry I took your time&lt;br /&gt;I am the poem that doesn't rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Just turn back a page&lt;br /&gt;I'll waste away, I'll waste away&lt;br /&gt;I'll waste away, I'll waste away&lt;br /&gt;I'll waste away, I'll waste away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lyrics © 1971 Dick James Music Limited)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thusly delivers a kind of calling card as well as a mission statement, ostensibly to close out the record but also serving notice that the John/Taupin team have &lt;i&gt;arrived&lt;/i&gt; as songwriters, far advanced from their early efforts. And although their greatest successes were still ahead, this was very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message is delivered by Elton on piano, with a measured, calm-after-the-storm feel and with the full Buckmaster Philharmonic Orchestra accompanying him; appropriate since Elton would never again make use of Buckmaster's talents as extensively as he did on this album. Desiring to streamline and simplify, he cut out the ponderous strings on his next album, &lt;i&gt;Honky Chateau&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a 1971 BBC TV performance, here's Elton singing this song on piano only:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_pyZPDI54fI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_pyZPDI54fI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this, the Solar Prestige a Gammon blog is concluded. I've pretty much made it through every Elton song that I consider of consequence in the 1969-1977 period; I have omitted some non-cover live tracks and a couple of &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt; demos that EJ recorded that were released by other people but not by Elton himself. I've had a small but steady readership, and a lot of great feedback and comments, and for that I'm thankful. It's been fun revisiting most of these songs (most of which I'd probably listen to fairly often anyway!) but listening harder, trying to glean some insight into them.  It's a testament to the stylistic and lyric diversity of the John/Taupin team's body of work that it could provide enough grist for me to be able to write somewhat intelligently about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks again to everyone who's been reading, even those who keep clicking on the link to the John Brown painting in the "Burn Down the Mission" entry, thus driving up my visitor stats. I don't know if I'll do any more dedicated music blogs, but you never know. Until then, don't forget &lt;a href="http://www.johnnybacardi.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Johnny Bacardi Show&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jbacardi.livejournal.com/"&gt;the Johnny Bacardi LiveJournal Show&lt;/a&gt;, still my primary outlets, and by all means if you so desire, continue to leave comments; I'll be notified and will respond when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all of me to all of you, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8204326240108354963?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8204326240108354963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8204326240108354963' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8204326240108354963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8204326240108354963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8310444789069455649</id><published>2008-06-09T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:32:19.693-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy'/><title type='text'>Curtains</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Captain Fantastic&lt;/i&gt;'s closing track doesn't exactly conform to the unwritten rule of concept records, that of a grand statement to provide contrast and clarification, not to mention closure, to the other songs in the album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow-building track, which seems to be constantly working up to the Grand Statement about Their Career to that Point one expects, but Taupin undermines this by instead providing a backward-looking rumination on his childhood and his first songwriting efforts, culminating in this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But that's okay&lt;br /&gt;There's treasure children always seek to find&lt;br /&gt;And just like us&lt;br /&gt;You must have had&lt;br /&gt;A once upon a time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and if there's supposed to be some sort of summation or observation about where they stood in 1969, on the cusp of stardom, I'll be darned if I can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton seems to be striving for a "Hey Jude" approach, with each verse accompanied by instrumentation that's similar in nature to their "Lucy in the Sky" cover, and eventually punctuated by chorus "whoa-oh-ohs" following directly after the verses are done. Then, in what surely seems to be a move to get lighters and hands swaying to the concert audiences to come, the chorus singers take over as Olsson's staccato drum fills and Johnstone's guitar/Elton's piano riffs play, Elton sings a line over and over again in a falsetto voice (which defies my best efforts to make out exactly what he's saying- sounds like "love to love again" or something like that), all building to...not much, really. The song plods on to its extanded fade conclusion, and &lt;i&gt;Captain Fantastic&lt;/i&gt; is done. The lyrics are vague, the message is therefore muddled, and the music builds up to a cathartic moment that never really comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovely melody, but I don't think it achieves what it sets out to do. Others, I'm sure, will disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/curtains.html"&gt;Lyrics/sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8310444789069455649?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8310444789069455649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8310444789069455649' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8310444789069455649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8310444789069455649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/06/curtains.html' title='Curtains'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-3703291553311032168</id><published>2008-06-08T07:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:06:24.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Just Like Strange Rain</title><content type='html'>The breezy, blues-rocking "Strange Rain" was the B-side of Elton's third solo single, &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-me-that-you-need.html"&gt;"It's Me That You Need"&lt;/a&gt;, from 1969.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another searching-for-a-signature-sound attempt, again sounding a lot like Joe Cocker, Baldry or Peter Green-era Fleetwood Mac; i.e., the British Blues Boom sound. As such, it's a success if a bit slight; Caleb Quaye's stinging guitar stands out, as well as Elton's fey &lt;i&gt;Empty Sky&lt;/i&gt;-style vocal delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insofar as the subject matter goes, Taupin's lyrics are trying to emulate the Lysergic-tinged wordsmithing of the late 60's with its mention of colors and rainbows and "strange rain washing his thoughts away". In the &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt; booklet notes,  he admits as much: "...very much an acid piece, we were trying to be part of the times. I think it was probably influenced by people like Traffic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/just_like_strange_rain.html"&gt;Lyrics/sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-3703291553311032168?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/3703291553311032168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=3703291553311032168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3703291553311032168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3703291553311032168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-like-strange-rain.html' title='Just Like Strange Rain'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8826238515041580099</id><published>2008-06-01T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:46:04.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends Soundtrack'/><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>A lyrically spare ode to young love, tricked out with the full Buckmaster Philharmonic treatment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two and a half minutes are instrumental; strings and oboe predominant; the next minute-twenty five is Elton on piano crooning Bernie's &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/seasons.html"&gt;almost sonnet-like lyric&lt;/a&gt;, a pledge of love and devotion that ends with the film's concept and title repeated twice. Just the thing for a movie soundtrack song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very lovely track, all things considered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8826238515041580099?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8826238515041580099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8826238515041580099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8826238515041580099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8826238515041580099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/05/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-429634003081387678</id><published>2008-05-24T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:22:29.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honky Chateau'/><title type='text'>Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Honky Chateau&lt;/i&gt; opens up with the Honky Cat, ready to leave the hicks from the sticks in his rear view mirror and make his mark in the big city, specifically New York. And on this, the album's penultimate track, he finds that having made that mark it's not all it's cracked up to be, and disillusionment has set in. The Cat has seen the casual hardheartedness that exists in certain circles, and sums his experience up thusly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subway's no way for a good man to go down&lt;br /&gt;Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown&lt;br /&gt;And I thank the Lord for the people I have found&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for the people I have found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's not entirely soured upon the experience, taking pains to inform that there are some good people...just not enough of them. Feeling discontent, he decides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This Broadway's got&lt;br /&gt;It's got a lot of songs to sing&lt;br /&gt;If I knew the tunes I might join in&lt;br /&gt;I'll go my way alone&lt;br /&gt;Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taupin has often admitted to a love/hate relationship with New York City many times, and this is an eloquent summing-up circa 1972.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is Elton on piano plus chiming mandolin by Johnstone and understated percussion by Olsson. As befits the subject matter, it's given a melancholy melody, one that's quite catchy and creates an air of reflection, almost a calm-after-the-storm feel. I suppose that it doesn't close the album (which would seem most fitting, given its bookend status with "Honky Cat") because of this downbeat feel; it would seem that John wanted to finish on an upbeat note, hence the upbeat, somewhat silly doo-woppish finale of "Hercules".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton and Bernie updated/revisited this track several years later, in the late 80's, on his &lt;i&gt;Reg Strikes Back&lt;/i&gt; album; I've only heard a couple of excerpts, and a look at &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/mona_lisas_and_mad_hatters_part_two.html"&gt;the lyrics&lt;/a&gt; reveals a too-broad, almost crass update, set to a blaring typical 80's Big Production Sound...a disappointment typical of Elton's output in that decade. The Indigo Girls did a decent live cover that appeared on their &lt;i&gt;Rarities&lt;/i&gt; album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/mona_lisas_and_mad_hatters.html"&gt;Lyrics/sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-429634003081387678?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/429634003081387678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=429634003081387678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/429634003081387678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/429634003081387678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/04/mona-lisas-and-mad-hatters.html' title='Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4506168527372118783</id><published>2008-05-23T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:21:35.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>One Horse Town</title><content type='html'>Ushered in by the sudden return of James Newton Howard's bombastic orchestral arrangement, which almost makes it seem like an extension of the album opener "Tonight",  "One Horse Town" is an equally abrupt departure from the dominant &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt; psychodrama in its depiction of a dissatisfied young man who lives in a rural community and yearns to escape to the bright lights of the big city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that link is quite remarkable in its own right; it's a swaggering cock-rock electric guitar riff, accompanied by dissonant keyboard sounds (or perhaps percussion) that reminds me of someone striking a soda pop bottle with a drumstick, and the strings swirl and eddy around this in the background. Then, abruptly, the tempo increases, the strings become more prominent as the guitar steps back into rhythm mode, and we're off with the song proper as Elton steps up, spitting out the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an odd vocal performance; Elton sometimes struggles to keep up with the headlong rushing tempo, and in doing so alternates between lower register asides and falsetto passages...along with his notorious penchant for weird pronunciation quirkiness that comes to the fore as he sings about the old folks on the porch and how "they'll peeek (pick)...ahwl noyt..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Taupin's lyrics, there's a bit of casual condescension directed at the local yokels of this "Alabama mud-bed town", but this is Bernie writing in character with a smile rather than a scowl so it's easy to look past it. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saw a Cadillac for the first time yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'd always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause progress here don't move with modern times&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to steal&lt;br /&gt;So there's not a great deal of crime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the rest of the arrangements go, it at least rocks out a bit but the bells and vibes and busy strings kinda work against it insofar as the subject matter goes; it would have been a wonderful country-rock &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Madman Across the Water&lt;/i&gt;-era track, but it sounds a little off on the more urbane and polished pre-Disco &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt;. Still, I like this track and this album could have used a few more of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/one_horse_town.html"&gt;Lyrics/sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4506168527372118783?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4506168527372118783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4506168527372118783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4506168527372118783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4506168527372118783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-horse-town.html' title='One Horse Town'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-3850759164759933525</id><published>2008-05-21T23:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:41:43.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>Grey Seal</title><content type='html'>"Grey Seal" is one of a select few Elton songs which exist in two released versions. Originally written in 1969, and issued as the flip side of his "Rock and Roll Madonna" single in January of 1970, lyrically it's very much in the anti-Higher Education (a la Roger Waters' "Another Brick in the Wall" years later), anti-authoritarian, vaguely sci-fi mode that Taupin seemed to find himself in in those early days (a la &lt;i&gt;Empty Sky&lt;/i&gt;'s "Hymn 2000"), with lines like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the big screen they showed us a sun&lt;br /&gt;But not as bright in life as the real one&lt;br /&gt;It's never quite the same as the real one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never learned why meteors were formed&lt;br /&gt;I only farmed in schools that were so worn and torn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All very yearning and searching for meaning and truth in that late-60's early 70's youth-must-be-served way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, the original version is more restrained and conventional when compared to the 1973 remake, which speeds the tempo up and takes advantage of Davey Johnstone's studio prowess as the lanky guitarist serves up soul-brother wah-wah guitars and jazzy flourishes in the breaks between verses. Elton plays frantic triplets ("Pinball Wizard" style) on a regular piano instead of the somewhat dinky-sounding electric piano of the original. The first version's ending is somewhat different; Elton sings scatted vocals over strings and vibes and the song works towards a faded-out conclusion, but the remake features the whole band vamping towards a frenetic finish, with minimal string accompaniment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why they chose to redo it and add it to the &lt;i&gt;Goodbye Yellow Brick Road&lt;/i&gt; album; maybe they felt like they needed another track to pad the running time, who knows. I haven't read anything about it one way or the other. The new version is, I think, an improvement but the song itself, in either rendition, just isn't that strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/grey_seal.html"&gt;Lyrics and samples of both versions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-3850759164759933525?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/3850759164759933525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=3850759164759933525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3850759164759933525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3850759164759933525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/05/grey-seal.html' title='Grey Seal'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7631563467395744537</id><published>2008-05-20T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:23:37.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empty Sky'/><title type='text'>Lady What's Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>A folky, gentle ballad with &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/lady_whats_tomorrow.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; that seem to convey a "let's live for today" type message, best summed up by somewhat bucolic lines like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now look and see the lilac tree&lt;br /&gt;The lily pond, the skylark's song&lt;br /&gt;The open air but no one cares&lt;br /&gt;If branches live and die out there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this being early Bernie we get a clunker like this repetitive stanza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look up little brother&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the clover&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry but it's over&lt;br /&gt;Now there's concrete and no clover&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite a decent enough melody, and although the sentiment of the song gets across, this remains one of Elton's less memorable selections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7631563467395744537?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7631563467395744537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7631563467395744537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7631563467395744537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7631563467395744537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/05/lady-whats-tomorrow.html' title='Lady What&apos;s Tomorrow'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7148900210960978762</id><published>2008-05-11T08:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:40:55.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Shoot Me I&apos;m Only the Piano Player'/><title type='text'>High Flying Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Don't Shoot Me&lt;/i&gt;'s album-closer is a plaintive little elegy, which tells us of an apparently high-spirited young lady that meets with a bad end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie floridly describes her in the opening verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You wore a little cross of gold around your neck&lt;br /&gt;I saw it as you flew between my reason&lt;br /&gt;Like a raven in the night time when you left&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the singer is trying to be a steadying or calming (or restrictive, more like) influence on her, because in the chorus he laments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms&lt;br /&gt;I thought myself her keeper&lt;br /&gt;She thought I meant her harm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, someone seems to have meant her harm, as the second stanza informs us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red&lt;br /&gt;You bled upon the cold stone like a young man&lt;br /&gt;In the foreign field of death&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Bernie means to imply that she's a suicide, or the singer him/herself may have done the deed, in jealous rage- or perhaps he's adopting a paternal voice, saying in so many words "I told you so". I guess it's open for interpretation. Either way, this "you should have behaved yourself and listened to me" tone is a little troubling, and unfortunately consistent with so many of Taupin's songs that dealt with women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton bails this song out, though, providing the pathos with a strong, beautiful melody and once more, using those stellar Elton/Johnstone/Murray/Olsson group vocals in all the right places.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/high_flying_bird.html"&gt;Lyrics and a sample.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7148900210960978762?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7148900210960978762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7148900210960978762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7148900210960978762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7148900210960978762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-flying-bird.html' title='High Flying Bird'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7832921040374772333</id><published>2008-04-27T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T08:24:17.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock of the Westies'/><title type='text'>Hard Luck Story</title><content type='html'>"Hard Luck Story" is, I believe, a very good example of how far Taupin had come as a lyricist since the late 60's. Ultimately a continuation of a theme that ran through "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting" and "Snookeroo" (written for and performed by Ringo Starr on his 1974 album &lt;i&gt;Goodnight Vienna&lt;/i&gt;), that of the working class joe and the things he has to do to get by, when you scan the &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/hard_luck_story.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; on their own, you get a vivid portrayal of a fellow who's determined to keep on doing what he has to do and doesn't want to hear any complaining. Taupin eschews clever wordplay and metaphor, and writes directly to the listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So curiously, Elton casts the track in the same kid of hopped-up disco-flavored boogie shuffle that comes across as a warm-up for the excesses of next year's &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt; finale, "Bite Your Lip (Get Up and Dance)". Of course it's tuneful, and of course it does rock out, but the "Oo-ee-oo-ee-ooh"s that he begins every line of the chorus with wear out their welcome quickly, and become annoying as he repeats it ad infinitum as the song slowly fades out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is credited to "Ann Orson and Carte Blanche", which are the pseudonyms Elton and Bernie used when writing for others, especially Kiki Dee (who contributes to the BV's on Elton's version)- and sure enough, here's this track, apparently released as a &lt;a href="http://img76.imageshack.us/img76/4632/kikideehardluckstory415gu4.jpg"&gt;1974 non-LP single&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know how Kiki finessed the gender-specificity, since I haven't heard her version, but it does point out that this track predates &lt;i&gt;Captain Fantastic&lt;/i&gt; as well as &lt;i&gt;Westies&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7832921040374772333?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7832921040374772333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7832921040374772333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7832921040374772333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7832921040374772333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/04/hard-luck-story.html' title='Hard Luck Story'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-66502814400604992</id><published>2008-04-13T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:54:09.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caribou'/><title type='text'>Grimsby</title><content type='html'>According to Wikipedia, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grimsby"&gt;Grimsby&lt;/a&gt; (or archaically Great Grimsby) is a seaport on the Humber Estuary in Lincolnshire, England. Bernie Taupin, who lived in nearby Humberston and Tealby near Market Rasen, would have of course been familiar with and spent time in this town, and for some reason decided to write this tune as a tribute to the everyday pleasures that the community offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does have a tongue-in-cheek, slightly bemused feel to it, and it's good to see that Taupin could be as nostalgic about his background as he was the American Old West. But as we all know by now Bernie could be very snide lyrically when he chose to be- and really, I don't get that from verses like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take me back you rustic town&lt;br /&gt;I miss your magic charm&lt;br /&gt;Just to smell your candy floss&lt;br /&gt;Or drink in the Skinners Arms&lt;br /&gt;No Cordon Bleu can match the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of your pies and peas&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride your fairground&lt;br /&gt;Take air along the quay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason this travelogue works as well as it does is the bopping musical arrangement that Elton gives it, with a wonderfully dipsy-doodle guitar riff, punctuated by a little whammy-bar action, by Davey Johnstone and those ubiquitous Classic Elton Band harmony vocals echoing several lines in the verses and chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/grimsby.html"&gt;Lyrics/sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-66502814400604992?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/66502814400604992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=66502814400604992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/66502814400604992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/66502814400604992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/04/grimsby.html' title='Grimsby'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6466336391782559279</id><published>2008-04-06T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T10:23:01.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumbleweed Connection'/><title type='text'>Talking Old Soldiers</title><content type='html'>Elton on solo piano, singing the imagined conversation of a couple of Civil War (I'm assuming, given the Old West theme of &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed&lt;/i&gt;, but it's not specific) veterans, in his best Ray Charles voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's meant to engender sympathy for the speakers, perhaps even to deliver a subtle anti-war message as well. It certainly is a bleak set of verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah that's right, you can see me here most every night&lt;br /&gt;You'll always see me staring at the walls and at the lights&lt;br /&gt;Funny I remember oh it's years ago I'd say&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand at that bar with my friends who've passed away&lt;br /&gt;And drink three times the beer that I can drink today&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know how it feels to grow old&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the decision to perform it in solo piano, I believe, works against it- rendering it static and dull and blunting the impact. It's not a favorite track of mine from this album, sorry to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/talking_old_soldiers.html"&gt;Lyrics and a sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6466336391782559279?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6466336391782559279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6466336391782559279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6466336391782559279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6466336391782559279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/04/talking-old-soldiers.html' title='Talking Old Soldiers'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-2978129080601025143</id><published>2008-04-06T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:06:31.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Whenever You're Ready (We'll Go Steady Again)</title><content type='html'>This one's a homage to the Killer, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_Lee_Lewis"&gt;Jerry Lee Lewis&lt;/a&gt;, and it certainly follows his pound-the-piano template. There's also room made for the squalling slide guitar of Davey Johnstone, which accompanies throughout. &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/whenever_youre_ready_well_go_steady_again.html"&gt;Lyrically&lt;/a&gt;, it's a not-bad "you done me wrong, but I love you anyway" type work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard-rocking and fun, if not especially memorable, track that was paired with &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/jack-rabbit.html"&gt;"Jackrabbit"&lt;/a&gt; on the B-side of "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-2978129080601025143?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/2978129080601025143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=2978129080601025143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2978129080601025143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2978129080601025143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/whenever-youre-ready-well-go-steady.html' title='Whenever You&apos;re Ready (We&apos;ll Go Steady Again)'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7387852148179488539</id><published>2008-03-30T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:54:06.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><title type='text'>Take Me to the Pilot</title><content type='html'>With its stop-and-start piano intro, chunka-chunka wah-wah guitars, passionate Leon Russell-style vocal and gliding Buckmaster string arrangment, "Pilot" is the album's most prominent rocker and a favorite of Elton fans, especially among the songs on the &lt;i&gt;Elton John&lt;/i&gt; LP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's such a head-nodding rock song, I think a lot of people are able to ignore the lyrics, which find Bernie sending lyrics-readers scurrying to their dictionaries with lines like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like a coin in your mint&lt;br /&gt;I am dented and I'm spent with high treason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and head-scratching with lines like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Through a glass eye your throne&lt;br /&gt;Is the one danger zone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all right- Taupin was still working out his writing voice, trying to make what seems to be a standard woo-pitching song more interesting- and a good beat can often make the most questionable &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/take_me_to_the_pilot.html"&gt;lyric content&lt;/a&gt; palatable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was released as the second single from &lt;i&gt;Elton John&lt;/i&gt; in 1970, with a little ditty called &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-song.html"&gt;"Your Song"&lt;/a&gt; as its flip. DJs preferred the B-side, and thus was history made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7387852148179488539?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7387852148179488539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7387852148179488539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7387852148179488539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7387852148179488539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-me-to-pilot.html' title='Take Me to the Pilot'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7239461222830437093</id><published>2008-03-25T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:30:36.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meta'/><title type='text'>Birthday Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/R-kn8fQLFtI/AAAAAAAABDY/0kkQ3uBrKSw/s1600-h/john-elton-photo-elton-john-6226598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/R-kn8fQLFtI/AAAAAAAABDY/0kkQ3uBrKSw/s320/john-elton-photo-elton-john-6226598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181716766401435346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy 61st birthday to Sir Elton John!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one song left on each album, and a handful of singles! We're in the home stretch. Thanks to all who have stopped by, and especially those who have commented, so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7239461222830437093?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7239461222830437093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7239461222830437093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7239461222830437093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7239461222830437093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-greetings.html' title='Birthday Greetings'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/R-kn8fQLFtI/AAAAAAAABDY/0kkQ3uBrKSw/s72-c/john-elton-photo-elton-john-6226598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5819770478786632093</id><published>2008-03-22T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:38:39.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends Soundtrack'/><title type='text'>Honey Roll</title><content type='html'>Appropriately funky and salacious piano boogie workout, which for some reason reminds me a little of "Take Me to the Pilot" but without the Buckmaster strings. It does feature the chorus vocals prevalent in his music at this time, along with a first (at least to my knowledge): a sax solo. &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/honey_roll.html"&gt;Lyrically&lt;/a&gt;, it's a simple come-on, nothing fancy even though there's some odd references to "paying alimony" in the first verse, not a subject you'd think someone would breach when pitching woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, as Taupin notes in the &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt; booklet, one of the tunes designed to appear "in the movie whenever someone turned on the car radio, or something". Even though it's an obscure track, it's a pretty good one considering its humble beginnings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5819770478786632093?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5819770478786632093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5819770478786632093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5819770478786632093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5819770478786632093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/03/honey-roll.html' title='Honey Roll'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4442632592113824996</id><published>2008-03-19T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:57:01.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caribou'/><title type='text'>Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sure you're all familiar with this one- it's one of Elton's biggest hits, was fricking all over the radio in not one, but two, decades via the remake duet with George Michael, who is at his most obsequious, seemingly in rapture at being in the presence of his idol. I don't know if there's much I can tell you about it that you don't already know, but I haven't let that stop me yet so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to guess exactly what inspired Bernie to write this- the singer seems to be simultaneously coming on to and apologizing to the subject. Apparently there has been some sort of misunderstanding between the interested parties, and the singer fears being shut out and cut off from any further affection. Maybe it's directed at Maxine, maybe even at Elton. Hard to say, and I've been unable to turn up any anecdotal evidence with my meager resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song's strong points are the lovely backing vocals, featuring Beach Boy Carl Wilson and arranged by another sometimes Boy, Bruce Johnston, as well as its stately and strong melody; it sounds a lot like a processional, especially during the chorus. The recording of most of &lt;i&gt;Caribou&lt;/i&gt; sounds like it was a rushed affair between mammoth tours, but this one sounds like a bit more time and care was spent on polishing it up- I'm sure all concerned had this earmarked as the lead single from day one, which it was, coming out a month before the album's June release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its initial release, it hit #2 in the States but could not dislodge John Denver's "Annie's Song" at the top of the charts. The UK showing was less impressive, only achieving #16 over there. The aforementioned 1991 duet remake, however, capitalized on Michael's additional star power and went straight to #1 in both countries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4442632592113824996?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4442632592113824996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4442632592113824996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4442632592113824996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4442632592113824996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-let-sun-go-down-on-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Let the Sun Go Down on Me'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4965019421026405910</id><published>2008-03-19T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:33:10.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Here's to the Next Time</title><content type='html'>If the late 60's found the newish John/Taupin partnership frantically trying on many musical hats in order to find the best fit, "Next Time" sounds like an attempt to approximate the British Blues boom a la Joe Cocker, Mayall's Bluesbreakers, Peter Green-era Fleetwood Mac, and of course Long John Baldry, Elton's early mentor. Taupin's &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt; liner notes claim, while not addressing this cut specifically, that Dick James had been pressuring them not to experiment but to shoot for an Engelbert Humperdinck or Tom Jones sort of sound. The A-side is Engelbert all the way, but the flip is more up Jones' alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with its A-side (Elton's first single release), &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-loving-you.html"&gt;"I've Been Loving You"&lt;/a&gt;, this one's Elton all the way on both music and lyrics. Recorded in 1967 and released on the DJM label in 1968, it's a not-bad horn-driven blues with a generic sort of "You can leave if you want but you'll be back, baby" lyric slant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4965019421026405910?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4965019421026405910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4965019421026405910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4965019421026405910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4965019421026405910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/03/heres-to-next-time.html' title='Here&apos;s to the Next Time'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8434388518255996146</id><published>2008-03-17T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:12:45.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>Out of all the morose songs to be found on &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt;, none, not even the downright suicidal &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/someones-final-song.html"&gt;"Someone's Final Song"&lt;/a&gt;, are more genuinely miserable than this track, which is the de facto album opener after the brief fakeout instrumental "Your Starter For...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer and his significant other are trapped in a relationship which has broken down seemingly beyond all repair, and despite the singer's forlorn hopes of reconciliation, lines like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's late, too late&lt;br /&gt;To chase the rainbow that you're after&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to find a compromise&lt;br /&gt;And place it in your hands&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blind, my ears can't hear&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot find the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suggest that the damage is done, and his/her hopes are doomed to failure. Knowing what we know about Bernie's relationship issues, which inform much of this album, it's difficult not to see that he's pouring his heart out on the paper this time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton, for his part, sets this in music that is as elaborate, heavily orchestrated, and theatrical as anything from the &lt;i&gt;Madman Across the Water&lt;/i&gt; album- strangely enough, even though Paul Buckmaster did contribute to the album, this score isn't his- it's by keyboardist &lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/schools/music/about/board/newtonhoward.html"&gt;James Newton Howard&lt;/a&gt;, who signed on as part of the Westies band. It's a beautiful arrangement, with ebbs and flows and washes of strings, punctuated by horns. Elton accompanies on piano. The melody itself is tender and poignant, perfectly complimenting the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight" is a rewarding and outstanding track, if you're able to listen objectively as one man lays out all the hurt, confusion and despair he feels at the breakdown of his marriage. It's defintely uneasy listening, for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/tonight.html"&gt;Lyrics and a sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8434388518255996146?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8434388518255996146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8434388518255996146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8434388518255996146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8434388518255996146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/03/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-9041633343418370213</id><published>2008-03-10T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:28:03.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>Social Disease</title><content type='html'>As the thundering hoofbeats of "Roy Rogers" fade into the aural distance, we're left with a bleary voice, mixed down very low, singing the first few lines of "Social Disease", as if the drunken reprobate we will come to meet is slowly coming out of an alcoholic stupor, perhaps one spent zoning out to old cowboy movies. Eventually, the vocals are joined by a vaudeville-style banjo, but it stays distant and low-volume only until the last line of the second verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it suddenly lurches into the chorus, at full strength:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I get bombed for dinner time and tea&lt;br /&gt;I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time&lt;br /&gt;I'm a genuine example of a social disease&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that pretty much sums up the gist of the song, in which the singer describes what a neer-do-well and rascal he is, but fortunately he's a likable one who's resigned to living out his life this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the ladies are all getting wrinkles&lt;br /&gt;And they're falling apart at the seams&lt;br /&gt;Well I just get high on tequila&lt;br /&gt;And see visions of vineyards in my dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lighthearted, jokey lyric, and Bernie does a real good job getting it across; even the slight misogyny of the description of his landlady is balanced with humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrangement is livened with the aforementioned banjo throughout, and also with a nifty sax solo that pops up in the middle section, in which Elton and the band provide a funky foundation and make this another enjoyable cut on a side full of them. If &lt;i&gt;Yellow Brick Road&lt;/i&gt; was a double album that would have been better served as a single, then it's always been my opinion that side 4 (all cuts beginning with "Your Sister Can't Twist" to the end on CD) should remain intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inner gatefold of the LP, which featured the lyrics along with an illustration for each track, had an amusing hand tinted picture of Elton, in a goofy hat and sunglasses, swigging from a big bottle of wine, perfectly summing this one up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-9041633343418370213?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/9041633343418370213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=9041633343418370213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/9041633343418370213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/9041633343418370213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/03/social-disease.html' title='Social Disease'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8287253821669692241</id><published>2008-03-02T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T08:15:45.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Sick City</title><content type='html'>This, the B-side to 1974's "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me", finds Bernie taking the opportunity to get in some digs at New York City, or to be specific the groupies and panhandlers that they encountered. It's textbook not-nice Taupin, but I would imagine that he (and Elton) certainly encountered a lot of unsavory characters back then, and can't be blamed for being less than magnanimous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, it's a swaggering mid-tempo rocker that chugs along nicely, augmented by the Tower of Power horns. The melody isn't especially strong or memorable, and combined with the acidic lyric content is probably the reason why it was relegated to B-side status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/sick_city.html"&gt;Lyrics and a sample&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8287253821669692241?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8287253821669692241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8287253821669692241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8287253821669692241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8287253821669692241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick-city.html' title='Sick City'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-9125189911321403431</id><published>2008-02-27T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T12:03:31.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madman Across the Water'/><title type='text'>Rotten Peaches</title><content type='html'>Easily the most "country-rockish" track on the &lt;i&gt;Madman&lt;/i&gt; LP, "Peaches" sounds like a throwback to &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt; in a lot of ways, most notably the influence of the Band yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics deal with the tribulations of a chain-gang prisoner, on the run from the law and apparently still shackled to his mates. You could make a case for this being written from the point of view of a Civil War-era slave as well; that sort of story was on Taupin's mind at the time, leading to the next year's &lt;i&gt;Honky Chateau&lt;/i&gt; track &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/slave.html"&gt;"Slave"&lt;/a&gt;. Either way, the singer is going through a &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/rotten_peaches.html"&gt;definite time of trial and tribulation&lt;/a&gt;. Another subsequent song, &lt;i&gt;Don't Shoot Me, I'm Only the Piano Player&lt;/i&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/have-mercy-on-criminal.html"&gt;"Have Mercy on the Criminal"&lt;/a&gt;, is evoked in the chorus, in which he sings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Rotten peaches rotting in the sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always heard this as "mercy &lt;i&gt;on the&lt;/i&gt; criminal", but the former is the way most sources reproduce it, so it could be I was letting the &lt;i&gt;Piano Player&lt;/i&gt; song title influence me. The reference towards the end to "cocaine and pills", of which the singer has "had me my fill", is a little curious, because it's something an escaped prisoner or slave wouldn't, you'd think, have access to. Perhaps he's repentant of the mistakes that led to him being jailed in the first place, or maybe this refers to some sort of illness (tooth-related?) and its treatment...little unclear on this. Also, after viewing &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_brother_where_art_thou"&gt;O Brother, Where Art Thou?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_brother_where_art_thou"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some thirty years later, I can't help but think of Clooney, Tuturro and Nelson in their prison stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this song benefits from an all-star lineup: session guitarist extraordinaire &lt;a href="http://www.chrisspedding.com/"&gt;Chris Spedding&lt;/a&gt; on (very prominent) slide guitar, Strawbs/Yes man Rick Wakeman on organ, the Pentangle's &lt;a href="http://www.terrycoxdrums.com/"&gt;Terry Cox&lt;/a&gt; on drums, and the Madman Across the Water Congregated Chorus Vocals are provided by Lesley Duncan, Sue &amp;amp; Sunny, Barry St. John, Liza Strike, Roger Cook, Tony Burrows, Terry Steele, Dee Murray, and Nigel Olsson. It's these backing vocals, as so often is the case with the tracks from &lt;i&gt;Madman&lt;/i&gt;, that leave the strongest impression when regarding this particular song as they la-la-la-la over the fadeout and usher in Elton's impassioned lead vocal on the chorus with longer, sustained notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a cut that stands out compared to the other, more highly regarded &lt;i&gt;Madman&lt;/i&gt; tracks, but it's always summed up the overall feel of the LP as well as any and in fact (again, to me) is very representative of the entire early, pre-&lt;i&gt;Don't Shoot Me&lt;/i&gt; Elton period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-9125189911321403431?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/9125189911321403431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=9125189911321403431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/9125189911321403431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/9125189911321403431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/rotten-peaches.html' title='Rotten Peaches'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6883129844655804276</id><published>2008-02-27T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:24:00.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy'/><title type='text'>Someone Saved My Life Tonight</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a real life late Sixties pre-fame incident in which Elton, despondent over his impending marriage to the girl he was living with at the time, and of course the attendant sexual identity issues, tried to kill himself via a gas oven (he was "rescued" by Bernie, who noted with some amusement that John had placed the appliance on its lowest setting, and had placed a pillow inside for comfort) and was later persuaded to call the whole thing by his mentor Long John Baldry, the chorus' "sugar bear". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping with the &lt;i&gt;Captain Fantastic&lt;/i&gt; theme, Bernie writes the lyrics as a reminisce, as the singer thinks back to the time and expresses his gratitude to the person who saved him from what apparently would have been a fate worse than death. He's not particularly even-handed as he does so, either, as the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear&lt;br /&gt;You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear&lt;br /&gt;You nearly had me roped and tied&lt;br /&gt;Altar-bound, hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;Sweet freedom whispered in my ear&lt;br /&gt;You're a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;And butterflies are free to fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly away, high away, bye bye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and several points in the verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm strangled by your haunted social scene&lt;br /&gt;Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima Donna lord you really should have been there&lt;br /&gt;Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to your stocks and bonds&lt;br /&gt;Paying your H.P. demands forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cursory Google search turns up little for &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/dbphotos/image/53832456"&gt;Linda Woodrow&lt;/A&gt; except in the context of this song; it's always been my experience that there are two sides to every story and usually the truth is somewhere in between. I don't know if Woodrow deserved such a misogynistic smackdown, but it would have been nice to have known her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, it's Elton in big-piano-ballad mode, with the Classic Band and Ray Cooper providing solid accompaniment. The band harmonies are prominent, and are as outstanding as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another of Elton's biggest hits and one of his signature songs, although looking at the chart numbers (#22 UK, #4 US, #36 US A/C) it wasn't as big a hit as it seemed to be at the time, when it was ubiquitous on the airwaves. For me personally, it's never been a favorite- it's just too big and overblown, the melody sounds received, and the fey "sugar bear" tag in the chorus is grating. Obviously, I am in the minority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6883129844655804276?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6883129844655804276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6883129844655804276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6883129844655804276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6883129844655804276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/someone-saved-my-life-tonight.html' title='Someone Saved My Life Tonight'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-242525890854637414</id><published>2008-02-21T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:00:24.454-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Shoot Me I&apos;m Only the Piano Player'/><title type='text'>Crocodile Rock</title><content type='html'>It's probably a stretch to say that Elton and Bernie were anticipating a trend in 1972, but this was a prescient little track that mined a vein that few, such as Australian revivalist group &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daddy_Cool_(band)"&gt;Daddy Cool&lt;/a&gt;, and Woodstock performers &lt;a href="http://www.shanana.com/"&gt;Sha Na Na&lt;/a&gt;, were working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the first wave of postwar baby boomers came into their mid-late 20's in the late 60's and early 70's, many began to look back to their childhood years for reassurance in those troubled times- and nostalgia for the era of sock hops, malt shops, and of course rock and roll on a jukebox was a big part of that. A year later, George Lucas would deliver &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Graffiti"&gt;American Graffiti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, a hugely popular film based on a night in the life of a group of teenagers in 1962, and the year after that an American TV show would be launched to capitalize on the success of the film and the wave of 50's and pre-Beatles 60's nostalgia in general- ABC-TV's &lt;i&gt;&lt;A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happy_Days"&gt;Happy Days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, which ran for many years. But "Crocodile Rock" preceded all this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by a &lt;a href="http://www.daddycool.com.au/"&gt;Daddy Cool&lt;/a&gt; hit called "Eagle Rock", it's pretty simple &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/crocodile_rock.html"&gt;lyrically&lt;/a&gt;- the singer is reminiscing about his long-ago love Suzie (&lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/suzie-dramas.html"&gt;"Dramas", perhaps?&lt;/a&gt;), and he's associating her with the music he listened to at the time. Taupin gets in some really nice rhymes here; I'm especially fond of the chorus' "Crocodile rocking is something shocking". Musically, it's dominated by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farfisa"&gt;Farfisa organ&lt;/a&gt; and its retro sound, as well as Elton's keening falsetto, Del Shannon-style, in the bridges between chorus and verses. The Classic Band is on hand to give it a solid bass/drum/guitar underpinning, and once more Gus Dudgeon's curiously compressed (mostly exclusive to this album, it seems) production sound is brought to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Elton's first #1 hit in the US, and reached #5 in the UK. It also was #1 in Canada as well. It was also the first Elton John song that grabbed the ear of young David Jones of Horse Cave, Kentucky USA, and led him to purchase the 8-track of &lt;i&gt;Don't Shoot Me, I'm Only the Piano Player&lt;/i&gt;, and set him on the path to Elton fandom in subsequent years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-242525890854637414?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/242525890854637414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=242525890854637414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/242525890854637414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/242525890854637414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/crocodile-rock.html' title='Crocodile Rock'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4839168551464176789</id><published>2008-02-20T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:23:44.954-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Let Me Be Your Car</title><content type='html'>This was a song custom written by Bernie and Elton for buddy Rod Stewart; it ended up on his 1974 release &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2lkrlx"&gt;Smiler&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's another in a long, long line of &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/let_me_be_your_car.html"&gt;rock n' roll car-metaphor songs&lt;/a&gt;, continuing a proud tradition established by Chuck Berry and probably farther back than that, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton never got around to recording it for himself, except for a piano-only demo which saw the light of day on 1992's odds-and-sods collection &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt;. I'm including it in my examinations because it's such a great track- Elton sings the guide vocal on top of a rollicking boogie-woogie barrelhouse piano riff that's a ton of fun to listen to, almost worthy of Johnny Johnson himself, and proof positive what a good player he was, probably still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rod's own fleshed-out version, with Elton singing harmony, Ron Wood and the usual Rod non-Faces session guys on guitar/bass/drums, and the Memphis Horns blowing away in the background, isn't quite as successful to my ears. It suffers from a flat, muddy mix and never quite acheives the takeoff it aspires to- like a lot of that album, the last one Stewart did before moving to the US and recording with a new set of musicians in 1975.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4839168551464176789?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4839168551464176789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4839168551464176789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4839168551464176789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4839168551464176789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-me-be-your-car.html' title='Let Me Be Your Car'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4722675876855121877</id><published>2008-02-18T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:11:19.168-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empty Sky'/><title type='text'>The Scaffold</title><content type='html'>No, this one's not about the late 60's- early 70's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scaffold"&gt;British music/comedy group&lt;/a&gt; that counted Mike (McCartney) McGear in its ranks...at least, I don't think it is. "The Scaffold" boasts what seem to be some of Bernie's most opaque lyrics. Basically a collection of reflective-sounding quasi-Oriental proverbs, with words arranged into convoluted sentences like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Orient is as I told&lt;br /&gt;The buckshee hangman swears&lt;br /&gt;For open crypts to silence&lt;br /&gt;Nylon knots to sway by prayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt another example of the "Very ethereal, very steeped in mythology, very naive childish sorts of things we were writing at the time", as Bernie puts it in the &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt; booklet notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, it's given a prim, gently swinging kind of arrangement with a pleasant melody, electric piano and smooth guitar predominant and Elton crooning the words like they are nuggets of Confucian wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good track, just don't scrutinize the words too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4722675876855121877?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4722675876855121877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4722675876855121877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4722675876855121877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4722675876855121877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/scaffold.html' title='The Scaffold'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7668765673868181200</id><published>2008-02-18T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T08:35:21.628-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>I Saw Her Standing There</title><content type='html'>I'm sure most of you are at least somewhat familiar with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Saw_Her_Standing_There"&gt;original version&lt;/a&gt; of this song, which is of course one of the Beatles' earliest and best. This is a live recording of one of the songs that John Lennon performed with Elton at Madison Square Garden in 1974, due to a bet Lennon made with John about the chart success of his "Whatever Gets You Through the Night" single earlier that year. If it hit #1, he agreed to appear onstage. It sadly proved to be the last time he would ever do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty standard run-through, all things considered; Elton and the band tear right into it and it's fun to listen to. Of course, the most notable thing about it was the way Lennon introduced it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd like to thank Elton and the boys for having me on tonight. We tried to think of a number to finish off with so I can get out of here and be sick, and we thought we'd do a number of an old, estranged fiancé of mine, called Paul. This is one I never sang, it's an old Beatle number, and we just about know it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It surfaced as the B-side of "Philadelphia Freedom" in 1975, and was also included on the expanded CD version of Elton's 1976 live album &lt;i&gt;Here and There&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7668765673868181200?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7668765673868181200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7668765673868181200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7668765673868181200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7668765673868181200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-saw-her-standing-there.html' title='I Saw Her Standing There'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-2517958138416569971</id><published>2008-02-15T11:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T08:25:55.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honky Chateau'/><title type='text'>Suzie (Dramas)</title><content type='html'>As if &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/07/amoreena.html"&gt;Amoreena&lt;/a&gt; had a sister named Suzie, we're back in to &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt; territory as Bernie &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/suzie_dramas.html"&gt;pulls out his array&lt;/a&gt; of Farmer's Almanac-style references to give us a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Down_in_the_boondocks"&gt; "Down in the Boondocks"&lt;/a&gt;-style account of a young buck in love (an old "hayseed harp player") with a pretty country gal who lives in the poor part of town. And honestly, he does it better here than he does on its predecessor; he conjures up some nicely-done agrarian imagery in every verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that makes this track go, though, and what makes it an overlooked gem in Elton's repertoire is the arrangement- he begins by spitting out the first line- "I got frostbitten in the winter/Ice skating on the river"- with no lead-in, and only with minimal piano/drum syncopation before easing in to the rest of the verse, giving it an immediacy that serves it well. The rest of the song is set in a vaguely funky, staccato rhythm, something like "Ballad of a Well-Known Gun", with the choruses defined by an ascending set of notes that accompany Elton's singing, ensuring that the song never really lets up except during a brief passage in which they beat slows for a guitar solo before lurching back in to the chorus with its stairstep notes. In keeping with &lt;i&gt;Honky Chateau&lt;/i&gt;'s stated intent to present Elton without his "bloody 100-piece orchestra", its instrumentation is minimal- only the core Classic Elton Band (Davey, Dee and Nigel) are present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't often after this that the increasingly slick and hard-rockish Elton sound went back to its Band-style country/rock roots, and in some ways that's sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-2517958138416569971?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/2517958138416569971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=2517958138416569971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2517958138416569971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2517958138416569971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/suzie-dramas.html' title='Suzie (Dramas)'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5473281138199812961</id><published>2008-02-15T11:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:06:43.886-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Theme from a Non-Existent TV Series</title><content type='html'>One of three instrumental tracks, two of which seem to be intended to leaven the gloom of the &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt; album, "Theme" (&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/theme_from_a_non_existent_tv_series.html"&gt;click here for a sample&lt;/a&gt;) is sprightly and fun to listen to, but it's absolutely non-essential and to be honest, wasn't meant to be. At less than two minutes in length, it doesn't wear out its welcome. It reminds me a little of something Todd Rundgren might have done in his &lt;i&gt;A Wizard/A True Star&lt;/i&gt; era. It provides a segue to &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/35qfll"&gt;"Bite Your Lip (Get Up and Dance)"&lt;/a&gt;, which despite trying twice as hard wasn't half as enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5473281138199812961?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5473281138199812961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5473281138199812961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5473281138199812961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5473281138199812961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/theme-from-non-existent-tv-series.html' title='Theme from a Non-Existent TV Series'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7679350020029184283</id><published>2008-02-07T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:56:16.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>It's Me That You Need</title><content type='html'>Another early effort, this was Elton's follow up to "Lady Samantha", and it finds him still casting around for a signature sound. It's as heavily orchestrated as the &lt;i&gt;Elton John&lt;/i&gt; album would be, except the strings (I can't find out who the arranger was) aren't as heavy and ponderous as Paul Buckmaster's chamber-like arrangements could be. The effect isn't unlike something by the Moody Blues. The chorus is accompanied by cascading strings and most likely Caleb Quaye wailing away on guitar, playing wah-driven Claptonesque licks as Elton sings "and it's me and it's me and it's me that you need", creating a romantic, grandiose effect. The verses aren't quite as memorable, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vex.net/~paulmac/elton/lyrics/its_me_that_you_need.html"&gt;Bernie's lyrics for this one&lt;/a&gt; are pretty conventional and grounded; apparently he was saving his flights of fancy for the songs that made up &lt;i&gt;Empty Sky&lt;/i&gt;, which this immediately preceded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't chart in either the US or the UK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7679350020029184283?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7679350020029184283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7679350020029184283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7679350020029184283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7679350020029184283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-me-that-you-need.html' title='It&apos;s Me That You Need'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8087672591546132124</id><published>2008-02-06T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:29:49.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock of the Westies'/><title type='text'>Grow Some Funk of Your Own</title><content type='html'>Amusing little fish-out-of-water story, as the singer ogles some Mexican senorita in a south of the border bar and runs afoul of her "brass-knuckled boyfriend", who doesn't appreciate it one bit. Really, a lot of the humor here comes from the listener imagining diminutive Reg Dwight in such a situation in the first place- "He was so &lt;i&gt;macho&lt;/i&gt;", Elton sings with a put-on 'fraidy-cat accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the Bo Diddleyesque &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/billy-bones-and-white-bird.html"&gt;"Billy Bones and the White Bird"&lt;/a&gt;, "Funk" is the hardest-rocking, tempo-wise, cut on what is generally viewed as an album designed to showcase the new band doing just that; it's odd, then, that Johnstone's abrasive guitar, sounding like 1973 all over again, is undercut with jazzy keyboard figures and Ray Cooper's vibes and castanets. The idea is to simulate a kind of Latin sound, but instead it comes closer to Steely Dan, like another rockish &lt;i&gt;Westies&lt;/i&gt; track, "Feed Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released as a double A-side with its successor on the album "I Feel Like a Bullet (in the Gun of Robert Ford", it was a top 20 hit in the US, but did not chart in the UK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8087672591546132124?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8087672591546132124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8087672591546132124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8087672591546132124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8087672591546132124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/grow-some-funk-of-your-own.html' title='Grow Some Funk of Your Own'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7154347345692858467</id><published>2008-02-03T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:50:25.704-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumbleweed Connection'/><title type='text'>Son of Your Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'll catch the tramline in the morning&lt;br /&gt;With your leave Van Bushell said&lt;br /&gt;He had further heard the cock crow&lt;br /&gt;As he stumbled out the shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blind Joseph came towards him&lt;br /&gt;With a shotgun in his arms&lt;br /&gt;He said you'll pay me twenty dollars&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave my farm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the crux of the conflict in this Western story-song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Bushell, some sort of ne'er-do-well, is trying to abuse hook-handed, blind Joseph's hospitality by skipping out on the debt he owes him; Joseph isn't having any of it, and backs up his claim with a shotgun. Van Bushell appeals to his sense of family and charity, in the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the son of your father&lt;br /&gt;Try a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Do for me as he would do for you&lt;br /&gt;With blood and water bricks and mortar&lt;br /&gt;He built for you a home&lt;br /&gt;You're the son of your father&lt;br /&gt;So treat me as your own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to work, as Joseph lowers his rifle and empties out the shells. Problem is, VB is a jerk and screws up when he says in passing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He said now hey blind man that is fine&lt;br /&gt;But I sure can't waste my time&lt;br /&gt;So move aside and let me go my way&lt;br /&gt;I've got a train to ride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph doesn't take kindly to this, and the tale doesn't have a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie kinda fumble-mouths the moral with some odd syntax in the summup, but it doesn't matter- it's a neat little vignette and it's catchy too, as Elton sets it in a typically Band-like arrangement, with lots of Ian Duck harmonica, chorus-style backing vocals and some honking horns buried in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought it was one of the best songs on the album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7154347345692858467?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7154347345692858467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7154347345692858467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7154347345692858467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7154347345692858467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/02/son-of-your-father.html' title='Son of Your Father'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7432395327663149233</id><published>2008-01-31T08:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:35:58.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>Harmony</title><content type='html'>Coming as it does at the very end of the multi-genre &lt;i&gt;Yellow Brick Road&lt;/i&gt; album, "Harmony" feels almost like an exhalation of breath after a strenuous task- a reflective, accomplished melancholy dominates the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically, at least on the surface (and if there's any subtext it's not immediately apparent to me), it seems to deal with a couple of former lovers who have encountered each other again for the first time in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the singer is not exactly overjoyed with this reunion; Taupin churlishly has him asking, in a patronizing fashion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you quit doing time for me&lt;br /&gt;Or are you still the same spoiled child?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this the only place you thought to go&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only man you ever had&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just the last surviving friend that you know?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the starry-eyed chorus completely contradicts the sour verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harmony and me&lt;br /&gt;We're pretty good company&lt;br /&gt;Looking for an island&lt;br /&gt;In our boat upon the sea&lt;br /&gt;Harmony, gee I really love you&lt;br /&gt;And I want to love you forever&lt;br /&gt;And dream of the never, never, never leaving harmony&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the arrangement Elton and Del Newman creates for this schizo set of words is so lush and melodic, and the Classic EJ Band harmony vocal blend so strong, that it sweetens the track and makes the lyric content palatable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's not exactly a Grand Closing Statement, it makes itself felt by virtue of the arrangement, and stands as a great closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7432395327663149233?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7432395327663149233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7432395327663149233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7432395327663149233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7432395327663149233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/harmony.html' title='Harmony'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8872179242742452930</id><published>2008-01-31T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:39:23.527-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><title type='text'>Border Song</title><content type='html'>One element which was ubiquitous in Elton's early songs, and one which practically vanished with the 1972 move to a more contemporary, electric guitar-driven sound was &lt;i&gt;en masse&lt;/i&gt; chorus backing vocals, and this track was the first in which he (or perhaps Paul Buckmaster) used them. Subsequent tracks like &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-fathers-gun.html"&gt;"My Father's Gun"&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-nasties.html"&gt;"All the Nasties"&lt;/a&gt; may have employed this sound in order to perhaps duplicate the relative success of this song, which was Elton's first US hit, troubling the lower reaches of the top 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the choir was appropriate, because the arrangement, which has choir, piano and strings prominent and guitar-bass-drums not so much, strives to create a gospel-music feel in service to Bernie's lyrics, which mix homesickness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm going back to the border&lt;br /&gt;Where my affairs, my affairs ain't abused&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the desire for racial tolerance and a plea for brotherhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holy Moses let us live in peace&lt;br /&gt;Let us strive to find a way to make all hatred cease&lt;br /&gt;There's a man over there what's his colour I don't care&lt;br /&gt;He's my brother let us live in peace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was becoming a common sentiment, and rightly so, in the post-1968 pop music landscape. This remains a popular track with a lot of people, and was included on his first &lt;i&gt;Greatest Hits&lt;/i&gt; LP as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8872179242742452930?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8872179242742452930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8872179242742452930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8872179242742452930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8872179242742452930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/border-song.html' title='Border Song'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8070426996888380560</id><published>2008-01-29T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:29:15.159-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends Soundtrack'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Again, I haven't seen the film, of which this is the title cut, so I don't know how it fits in- according to the liner notes of &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt;, Bernie didn't really read the script, skimming instead and consulting with the director's son who was coordinating the film's music, and it was he who told him what it was about. So if this seems a bit lyrically generic, it can be understood- it's still a nicely warmhearted statement of the desire of (one assumes) the film's young lovers (and anybody else who chooses to identify, I suppose) to join together in friendship, both as a couple and also with the world, as summed up by the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Making friends for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Let the people know you got what you need&lt;br /&gt;With a friend at hand you will see the light&lt;br /&gt;If your friends are there then everything's all right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrangement-wise, this is pretty much Paul Buckmaster's show, and he brings the usual array of echoey strings and piping oboes, in tandem with Elton on piano. Sounds a lot like it could have fit on &lt;i&gt;Elton John&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt;, but the melody (and I'm not sure whether it's Elton's or Buckmaster's) is not a particularly memorable one, although the sentiment it evokes is effective and genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the follow-up single to the smash "Your Song", but it didn't duplicate its successor's success- it didn't chart at all in the UK, although it did make it into the top 40 in the US Billboard Hot 100, and #17 on the Adult Contemporary chart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8070426996888380560?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8070426996888380560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8070426996888380560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8070426996888380560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8070426996888380560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-2909265930722185646</id><published>2008-01-25T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:51:17.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word</title><content type='html'>By now, I'm sure you all are aware of the circumstances surrounding Elton and Bernie vis-a-vis &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt;; if not, please click on the &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/search/label/Blue%20Moves"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt; and read some of the other entries for this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more genuinely miserable tracks on an album full of them, it begins with this anguished question, asked of the singer's lover: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What have I got to do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when lightning strikes me&lt;br /&gt;And I wake to find that you're not there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and things get bleaker form there. As a breakup song, it certainly does what it sets out to do; the "singer" doesn't seem to want to end the relationship, but has no clue about how to win back the heart of the person it's sung to- "sorry" seems to be an inadequate response, and a difficult word for either to say, even if it would help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton's arrangement is not elaborate; piano, vibes and accordion giving it an odd French feel. James Newton Howard contributes a non-obtrusive string arrangement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no hope of resolution, it becomes one of the most forlorn pop songs to ever hit the &lt;i&gt;Billboard&lt;/i&gt; top 10 (#6 in the US), no doubt striking a chord with the loveless, abandoned and forsaken music listeners of 1976.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-2909265930722185646?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/2909265930722185646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=2909265930722185646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2909265930722185646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2909265930722185646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word.html' title='Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4865992167514868534</id><published>2008-01-22T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:55:26.983-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy'/><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>As if to demonstrate that it wasn't all gloom and doom in their early days, we get this blithely efficient pop song about the good feelings that our heroes get while in the act of plying their trade, and some convenient backwards-glancing with somewhat jaded lines such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we were oh oh, so you know&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind to dawdle&lt;br /&gt;Will the things we wrote today&lt;br /&gt;Sound as good tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We will still be writing&lt;br /&gt;In approaching years&lt;br /&gt;Stifling yawns on Sundays&lt;br /&gt;As the weekends disappear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the kind of observation that occurs to a songwriter who's been at it as long as Taupin had been by that point- seven years, more or less. Still, there's enough perceived joy to inspire verses such as these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We could stretch our legs if we'd half a mind&lt;br /&gt;But don't disturb us if you hear us trying&lt;br /&gt;To instigate the structure of another line or two&lt;br /&gt;Cause writing's lighting up&lt;br /&gt;And I like life enough to see it through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davey Johnstone's sprightly six-note guitar riff is the main defining point, and Elton sings it with a smile straight through. It's a nice, snappy tune that serves the function of setting us up for the profundities of "Curtains" and "We All Fall in Love Sometimes", which follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4865992167514868534?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4865992167514868534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4865992167514868534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4865992167514868534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4865992167514868534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-3711892877811071455</id><published>2008-01-20T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:38:55.259-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Bad Side of the Moon</title><content type='html'>Recorded for, but not used on, the &lt;i&gt;Elton John&lt;/i&gt; album, "Bad Side of the Moon" is notable for the introduction of string/horn arranger &lt;a ref="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Buckmaster"&gt;Paul Buckmaster&lt;/a&gt;, who did the honors for Elton's first three albums, and then occasionally on subsequent releases. Noted for his full-bodied- some might even say bombastic- arrangements, Buckmaster went on to collaborate with many other artists including Harry Nilsson, the Stones and Miles Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/bad_side_of_the_moon.html"&gt;Lyrically&lt;/a&gt;, it's a blues of sorts, dealing with one of Taupin's preoccupations of the time- freedom from being oppressed by parties unknown. Bernie was still learning his craft, though, and experimenting with combinations of words- hence an ungainly line like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To stir your dregs in sickness still&lt;br /&gt;Without the rustic spoon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Elton sets it in a low-key sort of rock/blues arrangement, reminding me of "Take Me to the Pilot"- complete with congas accenting the rumbling beat and strings enhancing the chorus' group vocals, and sings it a lot like Leon Russell, as he did so often early on, and that makes this one a lot more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bad Side" wound up as the B-side of Elton's first single released from the self-titled album, "Border Song", which hit #92 in the USA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-3711892877811071455?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/3711892877811071455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=3711892877811071455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3711892877811071455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3711892877811071455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-side-of-moon.html' title='Bad Side of the Moon'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6300638340959602523</id><published>2008-01-20T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:03:45.690-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>Candle in the Wind</title><content type='html'>The short, bittersweet life of actress &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marilyn_Monroe"&gt;Norma Jeane Mortenson, aka Marilyn Monroe&lt;/a&gt;, is a story full of triumph and tragedy, and the questions that still surround the circumstances of her death have not been satisfactorily explained- and probably never will. The perfect recipe for immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Candle" is &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/candle_in_the_wind.html"&gt;Bernie writing&lt;/a&gt; in sensitive/sympathetic mode, as he not only commemorates her glamour and appeal, but also spares a thought for the woman behind the Hollywood-manufactured sex-bomb image and provides a lovely eulogy, all in keeping with the unwritten "old-time Hollywood mystique" theme of &lt;i&gt;Goodbye Yellow Brick Road&lt;/i&gt;, as summed up in the final verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodbye Norma Jean&lt;br /&gt;From the young man in the 22nd row&lt;br /&gt;Who sees you as something as more than sexual&lt;br /&gt;More than just our Marilyn Monroe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton's arrangement, a bit surprisingly, is relatively simple- just the Classic Band's bass/drums/guitar/piano mix, as well as the outstanding harmony vocal mix they provided, set in a midtempo ballad style. Johnstone's guitar lick that follows the choruses is a nicely done and memorable touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was a single in the UK; it went to #11. "Bennie and the Jets" was released in the US in its stead. There have been a few cover versions; one which stands out is Sandy Denny's faithful cover on her 1977 LP &lt;I&gt;Rendezvous&lt;/i&gt;. Over the decades, Elton has revisited it twice: first, in 1987 in a live version which appeared on the &lt;i&gt;Live in Australia with the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra&lt;/i&gt; album (you may remember the 18th Century French outfit he performed in), this time reaching #5 in the US and #6 in Britain; and again a few years later in a rewritten version, this time in tribute to Diana, Princess of Wales, titled &lt;a ref="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candle_in_the_Wind_1997"&gt;"Candle in the Wind 1997"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 came and went with no new cover of which I'm aware, which breaks that "every ten years" streak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6300638340959602523?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6300638340959602523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6300638340959602523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6300638340959602523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6300638340959602523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/candle-in-wind.html' title='Candle in the Wind'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-3770548342182885068</id><published>2008-01-16T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:53:21.664-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>House of Cards</title><content type='html'>Some B-sides are great overlooked tracks that in many cases were better than the cuts that &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; make the album...and then there are those that, well, it's not such a mystery as to why they were afforded second-rate status- like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It boogies along amiably, with Elton tinkling away on electric piano, backed by the classic Elton Band. There's a bit of a twang in the mix, giving it a counry/folk feel, almost a bit like the "Brown Dirt Cowboy" segments of &lt;i&gt;Captain Fantastic&lt;/i&gt;'s title cut. Altogether a passable arrangement, but the melody is not a strong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/house_of_cards.html"&gt;Bernie's lyrics&lt;/a&gt; sketch out a jealous-guy scenario; his girl wants to leave him but he's telling her that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hear tell some playboy has kidnapped your heart&lt;br /&gt;With his plane and his plans for games after dark&lt;br /&gt;Just a pain in his pocket, and the price of a room&lt;br /&gt;Where the second hand sheets smell of stale perfume&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me a little of Cat Stevens' "Wild World".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the B-side of "Someone Saved My Life Tonight", one of Elton's biggest hits, so I'm sure many people got to hear it out of idle curiosity, if nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-3770548342182885068?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/3770548342182885068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=3770548342182885068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3770548342182885068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3770548342182885068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/house-of-cards.html' title='House of Cards'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8676664833413436620</id><published>2008-01-13T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:00:55.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madman Across the Water'/><title type='text'>Levon</title><content type='html'>By 1971 Bernie had really come into his own as a lyricist, I do believe, and for proof one needs look no further than this memorable track, in which he uses names and words to maximize listener interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject matter of "Levon" has been a bit of a mystery over the years- on the surface, it seems to be a &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/levon.html"&gt;simple narrative&lt;/a&gt; about an immigrant family. But the nature of the lyrics themselves, with its precise people names and hot-button words such as "Jesus", would seem to suggest otherwise. However, according to the &lt;a href="http://www.straightdope.com/mailbag/mlevon.html"&gt;Straight Dope website&lt;/a&gt;, it is what it seems, and nothing more. But by placing the name "Jesus" prominently, which is automatically going to suggest the Christian Savior to most listeners rather than the son of Alvin Tostig (a name which led many others to wonder if he was an actual historical person or allegorical entity), Bernie ensures that ears perk up to hear what's being said. And I'm sure many were nonplussed by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Levon far behind&lt;br /&gt;Take a balloon and go sailing&lt;br /&gt;While Levon, Levon slowly dies&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to the StraightDope post that I linked to above, the story isn't quite so exotic. According to Bernie, Alvin Tostig is the grandfather, Levon his son, and Jesus is Levon's son. The whole "Levon" name was suggested by the Band's Levon Helm, as I've written many times an obvious influence on Elton's music, and Helm's name inspired the song. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton and Paul Buckmaster's arrangement certainly adds to the air of importance and significance; the dominant strings, as is the norm for the &lt;i&gt;Madman&lt;/i&gt; album, are soaring and grandiose, almost Wagnerish, and Elton pounds the keys in rhythm right with them. Barry Morgan also makes a solid contribution on several drum fills just before the choruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Levon" was the first single release from &lt;i&gt;Madman Across the Water&lt;/i&gt; at the tail end of 1971; it wasn't released in England, but made it to #24 in the US. It was included on his second greatest hits album as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8676664833413436620?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8676664833413436620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8676664833413436620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8676664833413436620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8676664833413436620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/levon.html' title='Levon'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8928898780416715482</id><published>2008-01-07T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:17:26.931-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Shoulder Holster</title><content type='html'>With a stop-and-start, horn-driven intro (by slick super-sessioneers &lt;a href="http://wc02.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:wifyxqt5ldhe"&gt;the Brecker Brothers&lt;/a&gt;) and an arrangement that reminds me of no less than early 70's inspiration the Band's "Up on Cripple Creek", we get a bemused account of young Dolly Summers, a young newlywed whose husband just ups and leaves her for a "downtown blackjack hustler by the name of Candy Floss". Not being the sort which takes this kind of thing lightly, she puts her pistol in the titular (no pun intended) accessory and sets out after him, to bring him back at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as these things sometimes do, the outcome of this quest is quite different from the one Dolly, and we the listeners, envision- she learns a lesson, and Bernie takes the opportunity to lecture a little about the problems inherent with blind love and foolish rage. Don't wanna spoil, but if you'd like to find out the resolution, &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/shoulder_holster.html"&gt;here are the lyrics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little gaffe Taupin makes, and I'm sure it was in the name of keeping the rhyming scheme intact, was that he writes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She put a pistol in her shoulder holster&lt;br /&gt;She took her car up from Santa Fe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just after he wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dolly slipped behind the wheel of her Mustang&lt;br /&gt;With a piece between her breast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which would seem to be two different places. If he had merely substituted "beside" for "between", all would have been well. Not that important in the scheme of things, especially given the circumstances surrounding this record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the glum mood of the album, it's a bit refreshing to see this mostly lighthearted track placed in with the rest, and even more gratifying to see Elton once more referencing the Band, an early influence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the B-side for Elton's initial single release, "Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8928898780416715482?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8928898780416715482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8928898780416715482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8928898780416715482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8928898780416715482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/shoulder-holster.html' title='Shoulder Holster'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4372823848095136137</id><published>2008-01-05T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:20:16.375-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Jack Rabbit</title><content type='html'>Any old excuse to get Davey Johnstone to pick up his mandolin, I suppose, as the classic Band rips right through this short cornpone country track in no time- it clocks in at under two minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie takes the rabbit metaphor and &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/jack_rabbit.html"&gt;runs with it&lt;/a&gt;; if there's a deeper meaning it's not evident. Just sounds like he came up with a goofy idea, and Elton arranged it appropriately. Wouldn't surprise me if it was cooked up in the studio. A "rabbit stu-dio", heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While researching the song, I discovered that it apparently shared the B-side of "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting" with "Whenever You're Ready (We'll Go Steady Again)", and I don't recall that being standard practice for 45's (in the US, anyway) back in the day. Guess its brevity made it necessary, who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4372823848095136137?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4372823848095136137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4372823848095136137' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4372823848095136137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4372823848095136137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2008/01/jack-rabbit.html' title='Jack Rabbit'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7026730942797470872</id><published>2008-01-04T20:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:13:49.655-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caribou'/><title type='text'>The Bitch is Back</title><content type='html'>Inspired by an offhand remark made by Maxine Taupin about Elton after witnessing one of his temper tantrums, "Bitch" gets &lt;i&gt;Caribou&lt;/i&gt; off to a rousing start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It opens with Johnstone's pinched-sounding, treated guitar hitting a lick then strumming a funk-soul type of riff, augmented by Dee Murray's "phased &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/36dog5"&gt;Pignose bass&lt;/a&gt;". I don't know exactly what sort of studio tricks were applied to Johnstone's guitar to get that sound, but he used it quite often on the next three albums. The Tower of Power horns provide backup, along with Clydie King, Sherlie Matthews, Jessie Mae Smith, and Dusty Springfield, of all people, contributing soulful, gospel-ish backing vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great rocker, and a heck of a catchy tune, and was a big hit when released in the US in September, reaching #4 despite some trepidation because the minor swear word "bitch" was used. It didn't fare quite so well in England, only reaching #15, still not so bad. It was also recorded in one of the first sessions that took place in James William Guercio's Caribou Ranch studios that they named the album for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It inspired a couple of cover versions, most notably Tina Turner's first take in 1978 (she also re-did it for the &lt;i&gt;Two Rooms&lt;/i&gt; tribute album). But nobody ever did it better than the Bitch himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7026730942797470872?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7026730942797470872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7026730942797470872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7026730942797470872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7026730942797470872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/01/bitch-is-back.html' title='The Bitch is Back'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-1033743074257743673</id><published>2008-01-04T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:29:00.284-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Between Seventeen and Twenty</title><content type='html'>More marital misery on display from Bernie- in the &lt;a href="http://www.vex.net/~paulmac/elton/articles/ASingleMan.html"&gt;words of Claud Bernardin&lt;/a&gt;, "...the only way Bernie could deal with his personal problems was hitting the bottle or write about it." Some of &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves'&lt;/i&gt; tracks come across as somewhat self-pitying; this one takes a different approach in that it is a relentless self-examination, in which he reflects on the years gone by in their relationship and accepts his share of blame for their problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if I shower around 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;It's just to wash away&lt;br /&gt;The trace of a love unwanted&lt;br /&gt;Oh in the times I went astray&lt;br /&gt;The times I went astray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all of his lyrics, this song features some of the most up-front and honest, and are especially memorable to me because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably very difficult to set to music without succumbing to maudlinity. Elton chose to try and keep it light; taken at a midtempo rhythm, it features the tinkling mandolins of Davey Johnstone, along with Hammond organ fills and some committed falsetto vocals from Elton. The melody is a strong one, but the conflicting vibe of the melody vs. the subject matter makes for an uncomfortable mix sometimes when one listens closely, pretty much par for the course for &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-1033743074257743673?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/1033743074257743673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=1033743074257743673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1033743074257743673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1033743074257743673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/01/between-twenty-and-seventeen.html' title='Between Seventeen and Twenty'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5174428364434417941</id><published>2007-12-31T15:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:15:45.773-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>I've Been Loving You</title><content type='html'>From March of 1968, the very first single to come out in the U.K. under the Elton John name, with lyrics (according to the liner notes of &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt;) by Elton, not Bernie and produced by Caleb Quaye. Sadly, it did not chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a somewhat tentative staggered tempo piano intro, this lurches into the same type of radio-friendly bubblegum pop that the likes of the Grass Roots, Ohio Express, and the Archies would have been right at home with. Although the &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/ive_been_loving_you.html"&gt;lyric content&lt;/a&gt; is a bit contradictory in its message for bubblegum, it has a decent hook and is quite catchy, and while I'm certainly no expert on what the British pop listeners were buying in enough numbers to get songs on the charts, I can only surmise that unfamiliarity with the artist was the only reason that it didn't get sufficient airplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most auspicious of debuts, but a fine song nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5174428364434417941?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5174428364434417941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5174428364434417941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5174428364434417941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5174428364434417941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-loving-you.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Loving You'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-3285953605815271</id><published>2007-12-30T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:43:46.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Philadelphia Freedom</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philadelphia_Freedom_%28tennis%29"&gt;Philadelphia Freedoms&lt;/a&gt; were one of the charter members of the &lt;a href="http://www.wtt.com/"&gt;World Team Tennis League&lt;/a&gt;, a league founded to provide team-oriented professional tennis in the USA. One of its most notable players in the early years was Billie Jean King, who ended up serving several years as commissioner after she retired as a player. One of her friends was Elton, and it was for her that he and Bernie composed this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded late in 1974, released in February of 1975 and curiously credited to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philadelphia_Freedom_(song)"&gt;"The Elton John Band"&lt;/a&gt; on the picture sleeve, it was a romping, stomping Philly soul track, complete with Gamble and Huff-style strings, and augmented by some abrasive guitar licks from Davey just to keep them honest. The Muscle Shoals Horns are also somewhere in the mix. It was yet another Elton cut that presaged the Disco music phenomenon that the Bee Gees and Chic took even further a year or two later. It is also a valentine to the USA from Bernie, who eventually came to live over here, as did Elton.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it wouldn't be Bernie without some sort of "Say what now" lyric, and the line about how the "...Whippoorwill of Freedom zapped me right between the eyes" serves very well in this case. But the &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/philadelphia_freedom.html"&gt;chorus&lt;/a&gt; is an excellent piece of writing, especially if one is inclined to wax patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wasn't particularly crazy about this song as a teenager, and never was much for Disco music either in general, over the years this one has really grown on me and I never mind hearing it on the radio or on compliation albums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-3285953605815271?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/3285953605815271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=3285953605815271' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3285953605815271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3285953605815271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/philadelphia-freedom.html' title='Philadelphia Freedom'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-3937444994590858586</id><published>2007-12-29T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T08:19:45.168-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Shoot Me I&apos;m Only the Piano Player'/><title type='text'>Teacher I Need You</title><content type='html'>One quarter doowop, one quarter show tune, one quarter Chuck Berry, and one quarter Elton-pop, "Teacher" is Bernie's take on the age-old trope of the student that's in unrequited lust with his teacher- Van Halen took it to the bank eleven years later with "Hot for Teacher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prominent in the arrangement are Elton's cascading piano triplets, in tandem with the Davey/Dee/Nigel/EJ backing vocals whoa-oh-oh-ohing throughout, accompanied by subdued Mellotron, set to sound like horns and strings. I like they way they're recorded, with a spacey, echoing sound a la Spector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I recall, this was one of my favorite tracks when I first acquired &lt;i&gt;Don't Shoot Me&lt;/i&gt; oh so long ago. It's not so much anymore, but it's still a fine track with a memorable melody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-3937444994590858586?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/3937444994590858586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=3937444994590858586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3937444994590858586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3937444994590858586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/teacher-i-need-you.html' title='Teacher I Need You'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4728863393372952280</id><published>2007-12-28T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:07:33.318-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honky Chateau'/><title type='text'>Rocket Man (I Think It's Gonna Be a Long Long Time)</title><content type='html'>It's difficult to regard what is arguably Elton's most popular and well-known hit without acknowledging David Bowie's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Oddity"&gt;1969 hit "Space Oddity"&lt;/a&gt;, of which this seems to be a prequel, and Bernie's avowed inspiration, Ray Bradbury's short story  "The Rocket Man", one of the tales included in his &lt;i&gt;The Illustrated Man&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know how much Bowie's song was on their minds when they conceived this, but I'd be surprised if it wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically, it's fairly simple, without a lot of the alienation-themed baggage of Bowie's song- an astronaut has mixed feelings about his job and how it affects his wife and children.  Taupin comes up with some nicely evocative lines which get this across efficiently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumentation is pretty much the standard Davey/Dee/Nigel era band, with their excellent harmony on the backing vocals, and augmented by David Hentschel on synths. It's taken at a midtempo ballad style. One of the most effective parts of the song, at least to me, is towards the end when Taupin gets reflective with the lines &lt;i&gt;"And all this science I don't understand/It's just my job five days a week/A rocket man..."&lt;/i&gt;, Elton pauses for a beat after the word "science", while Hentschel plays a countermelody on the synth, eventually playing longer, more sustained notes to match Elton's held out words as he sings "A rocket- maaan". It's just a small moment, but it makes the astronaut's dilemma all the more poignant and sets up the chorus repetition on the fadeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released in April 1972 in advance of &lt;i&gt;Honky Chateau&lt;/i&gt;, "Rocket Man", surprisingly, wasn't a #1 hit- it went to #2 in the U.K. and #6 in the USA. But it's certainly had a long life afterwards, appearing in tons of films and television shows. And who can forget &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NN3MGN899yE"&gt;William Shatner's legendary version&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4728863393372952280?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4728863393372952280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4728863393372952280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4728863393372952280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4728863393372952280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/rocket-man-i-think-its-gonna-be-long.html' title='Rocket Man (I Think It&apos;s Gonna Be a Long Long Time)'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5687805687430410464</id><published>2007-12-28T10:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:33:31.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>Sweet Painted Lady</title><content type='html'>We've established this much by now: Bernie was disapproving of whores, or at least he was in the lyrics he wrote. So naturally, anytime a prostitute or prostitution is the subject of one of his songs, you know you'll get lyrics like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh sweet painted lady&lt;br /&gt;Seems it's always been the same&lt;br /&gt;Getting paid for being laid&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's the name of the game&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, when you look at &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/sweet_painted_lady.html"&gt;the words&lt;/a&gt; objectively, there's a romanticism and sentimentality that's missing from, say "Island Girl" or "You're So Static", and that gets this one across. It's written from the point of view of a sailor on shore leave, who is apparently ruminating on the ladies of the evening he and his mates avail themselves of while off the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps that Elton crafted a lovely melody for the tune, with accordions gently swaying in the background, a somewhat bawdy-sounding trombone punctuating many of the lines, and of course his 3 AM honky-tonk-style piano carrying the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with the not-specifically-stated but present nonetheless 30's-40's Hollywood movie feel of many of &lt;i&gt;Yellow Brick Road&lt;/i&gt;'s tracks, this one does conjure up a hundred and one shore-leave type B-movies of those years, and maybe Bing Crosby or Dean Martin might have been a suitable choice to sing it. At least in my mind, anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5687805687430410464?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5687805687430410464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5687805687430410464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5687805687430410464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5687805687430410464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/sweet-painted-lady.html' title='Sweet Painted Lady'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7574413330053161330</id><published>2007-12-25T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:15:45.774-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Ho, Ho, Ho (Who'd Be a Turkey at Christmas)</title><content type='html'>If you thought "Step into Christmas" was slight...well, you should get a load of its B-side; it makes "Step" seem like "Rocket Man" in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded at the same November 1973 sessions as "Step", and probably after many pints (among other substances) had been consumed, it's a very loose performance featuring silly lyrics that tell the story of a brandy-fueled encounter with Santa Claus, described as the "Bearded Weirdie":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;On my roof there's snorting sounds, and bells inside my head&lt;br /&gt;My vision's blurred with colour, and all he sees is red&lt;br /&gt;There's a pair of large sized wellies coming down my flue&lt;br /&gt;And the smell of burning rubber, oh is filling up the room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sung in speeded-up and slowed-down voices, something like the fan club-only holiday songs the Beatles and especially John Lennon used to cook up. It's set to a lockstep "Bennie and the Jets" type tempo, and was probably a gas to record. To listen to, not so much, although it is hard not to smile once in a while at how goofy they're all being and how much fun they seem to be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess he got the urge to do holiday recordings out of his system with this and its A-side partner, because to my knowledge Elton never attempted to do another Christmas song, at least during his "classic" years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7574413330053161330?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7574413330053161330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7574413330053161330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7574413330053161330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7574413330053161330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho-whod-be-turkey-at-christmas.html' title='Ho, Ho, Ho (Who&apos;d Be a Turkey at Christmas)'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-534379476175661051</id><published>2007-12-24T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:52:39.866-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Step into Christmas</title><content type='html'>At some point in their career, just about every performer of any consequence at all gets around to doing some sort of Christmas song and/or album, and this was Elton and Bernie's stab at writing a perennial. Didn't quite happen, but this isn't completely without merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It opens up with the standard Phil Spector Wall of Sound treatment- acoustic guitars strum, castanets and other percussion accentuate the beat, and everything sounds like it was recorded in a large, echo-laden hall. The beat is kept lively, and it boogies along agreeably, but Elton's melody is not the most memorable he's ever written even though the chorus is quite catchy, through repetition if nothing else- in fact, that's my biggest problem with this cut: it's about two minutes too long, and Elton &amp;amp; Co. simply sing and sing and sing the chorus over and over as if they have run out of song but don't know when to end it. Some judicious editing might have helped, is all I'm saying. He must have had some trouble with the key; Dudgeon speeds his voice up quite noticeably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically, it's basically a thank-you to his fans, as it comes out of arguably his most successful period, late 1973, as well as an invitation to all listeners to indulge themselves in holiday revelry in front of their stereo speakers. I doubt Taupin spent much time on the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And say, since it's Christmas Eve, how about a little gift: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRtCN0vR_94"&gt;here's a link&lt;/a&gt; to the promotional video clip they made for the single, in which the classic band, along with Bernie, mugs mercilessly for almost five minutes. Enjoy, and happy holidays to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-534379476175661051?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/534379476175661051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=534379476175661051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/534379476175661051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/534379476175661051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/step-into-christmas.html' title='Step into Christmas'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-1767276782781471297</id><published>2007-12-23T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T07:28:37.743-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><title type='text'>The King Must Die</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/"&gt;Merriam-Webster online dictionary&lt;/a&gt; defines the word "ostler" thusly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Main Entry: hos·tler &lt;br /&gt;Variant(s): also os·tler&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun &lt;br /&gt;Etymology: Middle English, innkeeper, hostler, from Anglo-French hosteler, from hostel&lt;br /&gt;Date: 14th century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: one who takes care of horses or mules&lt;br /&gt;2: one who moves locomotives in and out of a roundhouse; also : one who services locomotives&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cite this because when I reflect on this, &lt;i&gt;Elton John&lt;/i&gt;'s closing track, I remember looking the word up in the dictionary because I had never heard of it before. How about that- pop music as educational tool! It also shows how hard Bernie must have hit the ol' thesaurus in those days, trying to find a) alternate ways of phrasing things; and b) a voice with which to express himself. Fortunately, he decided fairly early on that the pretentious road was not the one for him, and he managed to mostly avoid it for the rest of his writing career. I also have to wonder how much an influence Progressive Rock was on him at this time; the lyrics for this song strike me as perhaps an earnest, but clumsy, attempt to simulate the inspired wordplay of King Crimson's Peter Sinfield, via such efforts as &lt;a href="http://www.elephant-talk.com/wiki/Epitaph_%28Tab%29"&gt;"Epitaph"&lt;/a&gt;. Elton had tried out for the slot of lead vocalist of the post-Greg Lake incarnation of Crimson; perhaps some other cross-pollination occurred, assuming Bernie was around and acquainted with the KC lyricist. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"King"'s actual subject matter is not very clear; music press speculation at the time posited that it was an attack on Richard Nixon, but Bernie shot that theory down. It seems to be &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/the_king_must_die.html"&gt;a meditation&lt;/a&gt; on being made humble by self-awareness or external forces, perhaps aimed at any number of targets: self, politicians, hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton sings this all in oh-so-serious serious fashion, playing piano backed with Paul Buckmaster strings and horns. The arrangement works, but flirts with self-parody and it's telling that the Elton/Bernie team pretty much abandoned this approach within the next couple of years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-1767276782781471297?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/1767276782781471297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=1767276782781471297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1767276782781471297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1767276782781471297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/king-must-die.html' title='The King Must Die'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8435860170213413903</id><published>2007-12-22T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:39:17.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock of the Westies'/><title type='text'>Island Girl</title><content type='html'>In these would-be enlightened times, it's pretty common to see any mention of race in popular music or films or &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; being decried as racist, as if mere acknowledgment deserves condemnation. The racist charge has often been levied against this, the first single from &lt;i&gt;Rock of the Westies&lt;/i&gt;, but honestly I don't see it. If Bernie's guilty of anything, it's a slight air of condescension in the tone of &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/island_girl.html"&gt;his appraisal&lt;/a&gt; of the Jamaican prostitute whom he feels could and should be doing better things with her life, and the boyfriend she left behind who tells us all about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton affects a &lt;i&gt;faux&lt;/i&gt; Jamaican accent as he sings, and combined with Bernie's attempts to imitate the patois, that practically guarantees that this will always remain on those "frequently misheard lyrics" lists that pop up here and there. The accompaniment mostly consists of James Newton Howard playing a lot of synths, some set to approximate steel drums, and the rhythm section of the post-Dee/Nigel band. Even though it was quite atypical for radio at the time, it's very catchy and wound up being a huge hit, despite its somewhat risque lyrical content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8435860170213413903?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8435860170213413903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8435860170213413903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8435860170213413903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8435860170213413903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/island-girl.html' title='Island Girl'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-9064543092793263466</id><published>2007-12-21T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:15:45.775-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>All Across the Havens</title><content type='html'>"All Across the Havens" was the B-side of Elton's &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/lady-samantha.html"&gt;"Lady Samantha"&lt;/a&gt;, released in January 1969.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts out with a twangy slide-guitar-and-piano-driven country-rock intro, which pops up again at certain intervals. The verses, though, are in a meandering, mid-tempo organ-enhanced Procol Harum mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/all_across_the_havens.html"&gt;Bernie's lyrics&lt;/a&gt; find him learning just how pretentious he could be and get away with it; while there are several self-consciously arty passages overall they're not bad. What it's about, well, your guess is as good as mine- it seems to be written from the point of view of a young man who's feeling guilt about things he's done, or the way he's treated his love, or something like that, and is seeking peace and forgiveness "across the havens to the waterfall". It's pretty typical of his &lt;i&gt;Empty Sky&lt;/i&gt;-period output.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-9064543092793263466?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/9064543092793263466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=9064543092793263466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/9064543092793263466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/9064543092793263466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-across-havens.html' title='All Across the Havens'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6289008493378634035</id><published>2007-12-20T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:41:33.003-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumbleweed Connection'/><title type='text'>Ballad of a Well-Known Gun</title><content type='html'>Bernie's telling Old West yarns again on this, &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/ballad_of_a_well_known_gun.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt;'s lead cut&lt;/a&gt;. The singer is a gunfighter who is wanted by the law- for what, it isn't specified although a "starving family" is mentioned in the chorus- and gets busted by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinkerton_National_Detective_Agency"&gt;Pinkertons&lt;/a&gt; as he gets off a stagecoach. Apparently tired of being on the lam, he resigns himself to his fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicwise, Elton sets this in the default &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed&lt;/i&gt; Band/Dylan country-rock style, with chickenscratch guitar licks leading off and cowbell providing percussion throughout. This track is also another example of the really nice backing vocals he had on his early albums, featuring some of the best session singers of the day- and the back-and-forth between Elton and them as they repeat the chorus on the fadeout is very catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought this was one of the best cuts on the album, even though lyrically it could have been sharper; lines like "I tapped my feet in dumb surprise" (say what now?) and "I couldn't have faced your desert sand/Old burning brown backed beast" (who the what the where?) kinda clunk it up a bit in my opinion, although Elton sings them convincingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6289008493378634035?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6289008493378634035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6289008493378634035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6289008493378634035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6289008493378634035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/ballad-of-well-known-gun.html' title='Ballad of a Well-Known Gun'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-1387026491678110325</id><published>2007-12-16T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:42:48.582-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Your Starter For...</title><content type='html'>By now, if you've been keeping up with what I've written on the subject, you know that the &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt; album was an album full of songs dealing with a significant amount of angst and bad feelings, recorded at a tumultuous time in the lives of both Elton and Bernie Taupin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, the lead track on an album is designed to set the tone for the songs to follow. In this case, however, nothing could be further from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Starter For..." is a sprightly, bouncy little one minute twenty three second instrumental ditty, dominated by the synths of James Newton Howard and written by guitarist Caleb Quaye. It couldn't be farther in tone from the morose vibe of the majority of the album's tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it was felt that some lightening of mood was needed, considering the next, and first full-length cut, was the morose "Tonight"- which will be covered soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-1387026491678110325?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/1387026491678110325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=1387026491678110325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1387026491678110325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1387026491678110325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/your-starter-for.html' title='Your Starter For...'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5085524847732909739</id><published>2007-12-14T10:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:40:24.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Sugar on the Floor</title><content type='html'>Elton gets his Ray Charles on in this soulful piano ballad, recorded during the &lt;i&gt;Rock of the Westies&lt;/i&gt; sessions at Caribou Ranch and eventually released as the B-side of "Island Girl" in both the US and UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its unfulfilled-relationship &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/sugar_on_the_floor.html"&gt;lyric content&lt;/a&gt; would seem like a Taupin warm-up for the angst of &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt;, it's actually credited to Elton's '75-'76 cohort Kiki Dee. Accompaniment is primarily John on piano, and Davey Johnstone contributes a Harrison-esque slide guitar solo in the middle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5085524847732909739?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5085524847732909739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5085524847732909739' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5085524847732909739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5085524847732909739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/sugar-on-floor.html' title='Sugar on the Floor'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8718024118114356357</id><published>2007-12-14T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T08:19:41.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>Roy Rogers</title><content type='html'>Nostalgia and appreciation for the simple creature comforts of life are the foundation of "Roy Rogers", and it manages to simultaneously celebrate not only old Hollywood, specifically the Cowboy movies starring not only the titular star but Tom Mix and John Wayne (among many others), but also the act of enjoyment of same via lyrics like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You draw to the curtain and one thing's for certain&lt;br /&gt;You're cozy in your little room&lt;br /&gt;The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV&lt;br /&gt;Let's go shoot a hole in the moon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Roy Rogers is riding tonight&lt;br /&gt;Returning to our silver screens&lt;br /&gt;Comic book characters never grow old&lt;br /&gt;Evergreen heroes whose stories were told&lt;br /&gt;Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains&lt;br /&gt;Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the T.V., shut out the lights&lt;br /&gt;Roy Rogers is riding tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Brown Dirt Cowboy, I'm sure that such films were a definite refuge from the realities of his younger days, as well as the pressures of his later life. It's a nicely written tribute/reminisce, and shows that he can be likable when he wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton helps make it work by casting it in a leisurely tempo, with (unsurprisingly) country-ish accompaniment (with the requisite sobbing steel guitar, by Davey Johnstone- interesting that no studio musicians such as &lt;i&gt;Madman&lt;/i&gt;'s B.J. Cole were called upon, signs of how comfortable John was with his band by this point) straight outta &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt;. Del Newman turns in another evocative orchestral arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producer Gus Dudgeon chips in at the very end, adding hoofbeats fading off into the distance as the faint beginnings of the banjo intro of the next cut "Social Disease" begin. I'll get to that one at some point in the future. It's a nice segue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8718024118114356357?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8718024118114356357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8718024118114356357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8718024118114356357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8718024118114356357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/roy-rogers.html' title='Roy Rogers'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5659290978804558378</id><published>2007-12-09T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:55:14.039-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empty Sky'/><title type='text'>Skyline Pigeon</title><content type='html'>This stately, inspirational track once again revisits the overriding theme of the &lt;i&gt;Sky&lt;/i&gt; album, which is of course freedom and escape from restriction, oppression, and in the case of this lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For this dark and lonely room&lt;br /&gt;Projects a shadow cast in gloom&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes are mirrors&lt;br /&gt;Of the world outside&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the way&lt;br /&gt;That the wind can turn the tide&lt;br /&gt;And these shadows turn&lt;br /&gt;From purple into grey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...boredom, perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with &lt;i&gt;GYBR&lt;/i&gt;'s "Grey Seal", it was released in two different versions. The first, on &lt;i&gt;Empty Sky&lt;/i&gt;, is performed solely by Elton on harpsichord, which makes it sound like some sort of processional. In 1972 it was decided to revisit the track, and it was recorded this time during the sessions for &lt;i&gt;Don't Shoot Me&lt;/i&gt; (at the same session which begat "Crocodile Rock", "Elderberry Wine" and "Daniel") with full guitar/bass/drums band accompaniment, making it seem a little less baroque but no less hymnlike. This version didn't make it onto the &lt;i&gt;Piano Player&lt;/i&gt; album, however, instead emerging as the b-side of "Daniel" in January 1973.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5659290978804558378?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5659290978804558378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5659290978804558378' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5659290978804558378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5659290978804558378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/skyline-pigeon.html' title='Skyline Pigeon'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6267625670070399140</id><published>2007-12-07T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:15:45.775-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Screw You (Young Man's Blues)</title><content type='html'>As you can probably infer from the title, this is no "Your Song".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an angry-young-man lament, with the singer detailing the hard knocks he's had to endure, and expressing determination to succeed no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's given a potpourri-type arrangement, starting out with a Byrds/Beatles 12-string style guitar-driven intro, mid-tempo with just a hint of feedback at the beginning- then it shifts to staccato guitar licks on the choruses. It's got a trademark mid-70's Beatle-harmonies-style middle section, and rocks out with keening sax as the song fades out in the last 2 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relegated to the B-side of the "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" single and recorded sometime between the sessions for &lt;i&gt;Don't Shoot Me&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;GYBR&lt;/i&gt;, it could have possibly been a good fit on the latter, and certainly would have perked up the first side of the former. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was released it was retitled "Young Man's Blues" to avoid controversy over the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6267625670070399140?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6267625670070399140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6267625670070399140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6267625670070399140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6267625670070399140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/screw-you-young-mans-blues.html' title='Screw You (Young Man&apos;s Blues)'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7942128885833174092</id><published>2007-12-03T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:22:48.187-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>If There's a God in Heaven (What's He Waiting For?)</title><content type='html'>In which millionaires Bernie and Elton &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/if_theres_a_god_in_heaven_whats_he_waiting_for.html"&gt;decry &lt;/a&gt;the terrible state of the world in which we live, one in which they see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Torn from their families&lt;br /&gt;Mothers go hungry&lt;br /&gt;To feed their children&lt;br /&gt;But children go hungry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and declare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's so many big men&lt;br /&gt;They're out making millions&lt;br /&gt;When poverty's profits&lt;br /&gt;Just blame the children&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bit of myopia aside, Bernie's heart is in the right place, I think, and his outrage is certainly justified. He asks a tough question in the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If there's a God in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;What's he waiting for&lt;br /&gt;If He can't hear the children&lt;br /&gt;Then he must see the war&lt;br /&gt;But it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;That he leads his lambs&lt;br /&gt;To the slaughter house&lt;br /&gt;And not the promised land&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Pop Philosophy goes, I've certainly read worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton sets this lament in a vaguely funky R&amp;B-style setting, with slinky quasi-oriental strings in the instrumental bridge. While the acidic tone and the generally upbeat accompaniment would seem to work against each other, to my ears the blend quite well and this is a cut I've always liked from side 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7942128885833174092?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7942128885833174092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7942128885833174092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7942128885833174092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7942128885833174092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-theres-god-in-heaven-whats-he.html' title='If There&apos;s a God in Heaven (What&apos;s He Waiting For?)'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-2428759146246497449</id><published>2007-12-02T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T07:55:35.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy'/><title type='text'>Gotta Get a Meal Ticket</title><content type='html'>Of course, it was vital for Bernie &amp; Elton to find someone to purchase and publish their songs in their early days, and this track details that desire, and the lengths they would go to to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest-rocking song on the soundtrack; while it's produced to within an inch of its life, with every rough edge sanded off, it still does work up an admirable head of steam. Johnstone's six-note riff is memorable, and his guitar work throughout is top notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's exactly one of Elton's best, nor do I think it's a particularly memorable cut in regards to the John catalogue- but it does rock out agreeably, accomplishes what it sets out to do, and on the rare occasions when I give it a listen, I do find myself nodding along with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-2428759146246497449?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/2428759146246497449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=2428759146246497449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2428759146246497449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2428759146246497449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/12/gotta-get-meal-ticket.html' title='Gotta Get a Meal Ticket'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-444889958353847262</id><published>2007-11-29T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:01:36.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends Soundtrack'/><title type='text'>Michelle's Song</title><content type='html'>The plot of &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt; sounds an awful lot like that of later big-screen teen romances such as &lt;i&gt;The Blue Lagoon&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Sahara&lt;/i&gt;, in which neglected/abandoned/lost adolescent boys and girls come together amidst great difficulty, persevere, and find love. The titular "Michelle", then, is the Brooke Shields/Phoebe Cates half of the equation, played by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0023574/"&gt;Anicée Alvina&lt;/a&gt;, and no young gamine of the screen ever had a sweeter pop song dedicated to her than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/michelles_song.html"&gt;has crafted&lt;/a&gt; an unabashedly starry-eyed love song, with this as the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So take my hand in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Say it's great to be alive&lt;br /&gt;No one's going to find us&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they try&lt;br /&gt;No one's going to find us&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful so wild beneath the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentiment and feel is similar to the duo's other notable valentine, "Your Song", and the Paul Buckmaster/Elton team dress it up with a melody in the verses that sounds similar to, but different from, the old traditional "Wild Mountain Thyme". The chorus reminds me a little of the "Bring your family down..." section of "Burn Down the Mission", of all things. Of course, they are skilled at this sort of reshuffling, so the total effect is very romantic, with Buckmaster's oboe piping along in the background with the surging strings, and of course Elton's piano and the rolling drums sound that was a feature of many of the songs from his early 70's period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title song, probably for commercial reasons, was the single and was a minor hit; for my part I think this would have made a strong follow-up and if not for the box office failure of the film, who knows, it might have seen release. For my part, I think it's probably the best cut on the album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-444889958353847262?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/444889958353847262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=444889958353847262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/444889958353847262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/444889958353847262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/michelles-song.html' title='Michelle&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5676634296796683201</id><published>2007-11-27T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:52:10.398-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>Dirty Little Girl</title><content type='html'>The roll-and-tumble, stop-and-start rhythm of this track seems to simulate the gait of the title subject, a definitely untidy (in a lot of ways, apparently) young lady and the target of Bernie's scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/dirty_little_girl.html"&gt;Lyrically&lt;/a&gt; not one of Bernie's finest moments; he sounds alternately mean-spirited and condescending in verses like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I watch the police come by and move you on&lt;br /&gt;Well I sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become&lt;br /&gt;Well you may have been a pioneer in the trade of women's wear&lt;br /&gt;But all you got was a mop up job washing other people's stairs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, this tune was often used as an example when sexist accusations were levied against him. He has a nasty, scolding tone throughout, as the chorus makes evident:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna tell the world, you're a dirty little girl&lt;br /&gt;Someone grab that bitch by the ears&lt;br /&gt;Rub her down scrub her back&lt;br /&gt;And turn her inside out&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I bet she hasn't had a bath in years&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It remains an interesting track mostly because of the musical accompaniment; Johnstone plays a lot of string-bending notes on the low end of the neck, and the bridge leading up to the outro in particular has a wonderful blend of horns, vocal and guitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's never been a favorite of mine; can't really say why because while I deplore Taupin's tone, I'm not especially offended. One reason could be because of the jacket illustration, a colored-pencil drawing which depicts a slovenly, disheveled young girl, wearing a soiled slip and curlers in her hair, holding a cigarette and licking her lips at the viewer. It's not a bad drawing at all, far from it- in fact, I have a deep love for album package design that features illustrations for individual songs on the lyric sleeve and/or jacket; others that come to mind are Traffic's &lt;i&gt;When the Eagle Flies&lt;/i&gt; and Ringo Starr's &lt;i&gt;Ringo&lt;/i&gt;- but the image is as unpleasant as the song is supposed to be, and that made a negative impression on impressionable young me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in my mind, this song is part of a set with &lt;i&gt;Caribou&lt;/i&gt;'s "Stinker"- they both share a thematic similarity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5676634296796683201?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5676634296796683201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5676634296796683201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5676634296796683201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5676634296796683201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/dirty-little-girl.html' title='Dirty Little Girl'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-2767867948318220631</id><published>2007-11-23T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:39:14.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caribou'/><title type='text'>Ticking</title><content type='html'>In which a pampered momma's boy goes mental and kills a bunch of people in a Queens bar, and is shot dead by police when he does finally emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly "Your Song", is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an atypically long track, for the &lt;i&gt;Caribou&lt;/i&gt; album anyway, and instrumentation is only Elton on piano and vocal, along with Dave Hentschel on synths. It's 2:13 longer than the next longest track, "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me"- and I say that not to appease the number crunchers but to point out how (despite the potential for monotony) engaging the track is, carried by Elton's deft vocal and the band's harmonies. The &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/ticking.html"&gt;subject matter&lt;/a&gt; is a bit lurid, almost screaming "RIPPED FROM TODAY'S HEADLINES!!!"- perhaps Bernie had read a newspaper account of a similar incident- but we do get our dramatics administered with an even hand, and that helps. We get sympathy for the perp, sympathy for the victims, but maybe not so much for the police, who gun him down even though he gives up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This track was a bit of a stretch for Elton &amp; Co., I can't recall another instance, until much later with John Lennon's death, when he and Bernie would be this topical again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-2767867948318220631?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/2767867948318220631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=2767867948318220631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2767867948318220631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2767867948318220631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/ticking.html' title='Ticking'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-70995748316352933</id><published>2007-11-23T11:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:15:45.776-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Lady Samantha</title><content type='html'>Elton's second solo single, released one day after my ninth birthday, is a schizo composition indeed: verses echo Procol Harum's stately organ-and-Hendrix guitar mix, and choruses evoke Bob Dylan's &lt;i&gt;Blonde on Blonde&lt;/i&gt; period. The melodies of both, and they are different, are strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/lady_samantha.html"&gt;Bernie's lyrics&lt;/a&gt; describe a woman who may or may not be a witch or some other sort of supernatural creature, or so the people of the town say. The singer of the song hedges his bets at the end by telling us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The tales that I told round the fire every night&lt;br /&gt;Are out of proportion and none of them right&lt;br /&gt;She is harmless and empty of anything bad&lt;br /&gt;For she once had something that most of you have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what that "something" is- love, honor, beauty- isn't specified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ambiguous lyric married to a uneven composition, and sung by an unknown artist, is rarely a recipe for chart success- and sure enough, this one didn't chart in either country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-70995748316352933?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/70995748316352933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=70995748316352933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/70995748316352933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/70995748316352933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/lady-samantha.html' title='Lady Samantha'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5804462735808397801</id><published>2007-11-22T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:23:29.524-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Someone's Final Song</title><content type='html'>The apotheosis of the morose &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt; album- &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/someones_final_song.html"&gt;a suicide note&lt;/a&gt;, set to music. I don't even want to speculate on what Bernie was thinking when he wrote this one. If it had been sequenced at the end of the LP, it might have been too much, and I think Elton &amp; Co. might have understood that because on the original vinyl it appears at the end of side three of the four-side set, diluting its impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it could really bear a lot of dilution; it doesn't have an especially memorable melody although it is nicely sung by Elton and a group of all-star backing vocalists, including Toni Tenille again and Beach Boy Bruce Johnston. Their harmonies are especially nice on the line "This home is not the home it used to be". Accompaniment is spare, featuring only Elton on piano and James Newton Howard on Synths and electric piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the worst track on this album, despite the glum subject matter, but it's not quite one which compels me to listen again very often and is easily tuned out when playing the side of the LP or CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5804462735808397801?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5804462735808397801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5804462735808397801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5804462735808397801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5804462735808397801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/someones-final-song.html' title='Someone&apos;s Final Song'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6475655974736095639</id><published>2007-11-19T17:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:14:29.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>One Day (at a Time)</title><content type='html'>This John Lennon composition was the B-side to the "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds" single of 1974, and was another byproduct of the burst of recording that the Elton/Lennon friendship from that time inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lennon's version appeared on his 1973 release &lt;i&gt;Mind Games&lt;/i&gt;, which, to be honest, wasn't exactly his finest solo effort- although there were a few outstanding tracks, such as the title cut. But the combination of 1972's landslide defeat of presidential candidate George McGovern, the desire to distance himself from some of the politically radical friends he'd acquired and the subsequent harassment at the hands of the Nixon administration complete with the threat of losing his visa, and the unraveling of his relationship with Yoko Ono seemed to have left him deeply uninspired- and the singsongy melody and &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/one_day_at_a_time.html"&gt;greeting card-worthy lyrics&lt;/a&gt; of this track, yet another paean to Yoko Ono, serves as ultimate proof of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the candidates, why Elton chose this one to cover is a mystery to me, but he gamely gives it a go; where the original had a shuffling, lackadaisical rhythm, he speeds it up ever-so-slightly and has Johnstone contribute some guitar licks in place of the somewhat off-key ooo-oohs of Lennon's. Lennon himself is supposed to be contributing guitar and BVs, according to the &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt; liner notes, but if he is he's buried in the mix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it hangs together better as a song here, it can't disguise the fact that it's every bit as precious and twee as a typical 70's Paul McCartney composition, an irony which must have escaped Lennon but not many of his fans or critics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6475655974736095639?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6475655974736095639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6475655974736095639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6475655974736095639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6475655974736095639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-day-at-time.html' title='One Day (at a Time)'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5503500718453348805</id><published>2007-11-18T19:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:21:41.158-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meta'/><title type='text'>Metapost III</title><content type='html'>So...I won the eBay auction and got my copy of the 2-disc set of Elton's &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The copy arrived Friday, and while the case and discs were in good shape, there was no booklet inside. Of course, there was no mention of this being missing in the auction description- if I had known, I wouldn't have bid on it. The seller, when I sent him an email, said that there wasn't one. Wishing to take the high road, I didn't call him names for not mentioning it in said description, but this still leaves me with no book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted it to use for reference when writing the songs on those CDs. I'm wondering- do any of you out there reading this own it (well, I know one person), and would you be able to scan/create a PDF, or copy it, and email or snail mail it to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you snail mail it, I could reimburse your postage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nobody can, well, I'll soldier on. But let this be a lesson to you, children, about buying from people on eBay. This is the second time I've been burned buying second hand CDs there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while I'm being all Meta (and I wish I could think of a better name for these posts), may I draw your attention to the Amazon.com box on the right side of the page- if for whatever reason you read something I've written, and get curious about it and think you might want to purchase it, you can click through using the box and buy it, and I'll get a little credit from Amazon! And maybe even buy my OWN, BRAND NEW copy of &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt;! Give a little Elton for the holidays, wot say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5503500718453348805?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5503500718453348805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5503500718453348805' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5503500718453348805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5503500718453348805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/metapost-iii.html' title='Metapost III'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-1829743213378178788</id><published>2007-11-18T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:37:05.792-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Shoot Me I&apos;m Only the Piano Player'/><title type='text'>Have Mercy on the Criminal</title><content type='html'>Even though it was John's avowed intent to get away from the ponderous orchestrations of &lt;i&gt;Madman Across the Water&lt;/i&gt;, this resolve only lasted one album as Paul Buckmaster was invited back to score two cuts on &lt;i&gt;Don't Shoot Me&lt;/i&gt;. This one's the less subtle of the two, its arrangement hearkening back to such previous efforts as "Indian Sunset" and &lt;i&gt;Madman&lt;/i&gt;'s title track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is certainly not mean as a criticism on my part; I've always liked Buckmaster's work for not only Elton, but Nilsson, Carly Simon, and others. And this arrangement is certainly as dramatic and cinematic as the subject matter would suggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taupin seems to be making a plea for tolerance by asking the listener to identify with an escaped fugitive; there are also echoes of another frequent theme in his Classic Era catalogue, that of escape from oppression via flight in different senses of the word. I think he's telling a story here; I don't believe he's really writing from any sort of personal point of view, except the part of him that believes in tolerance and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrangement is orchestral-driven all the way, with Elton, Johnstone, Murray and Olsson up top in the mix. Elton, professional that he is by that time, delivers another impassioned vocal, as the subject matter calls for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never been one of the more higher-profile tracks from this album; while it boasts a good melody and performance, it does come across as a bit plodding and dull, at least to my ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-1829743213378178788?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/1829743213378178788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=1829743213378178788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1829743213378178788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1829743213378178788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/have-mercy-on-criminal.html' title='Have Mercy on the Criminal'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4307982852863164137</id><published>2007-11-18T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:05:25.519-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Yellow Brick Road</title><content type='html'>This track is essentially a continuation of the themes set forth via &lt;i&gt;Honky Chateau&lt;/i&gt;'s bookend cuts "Honky Cat" and "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters" (Yeah, I know, "Hercules" ends the album but thematically these bookend the album): Naive country boy hits the big city and finds that it's not all it's cracked up to be; all that glitters is not gold, etc., etc. In this one, he decides once and for all to go back to those days and his redneck ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the Honky Cat gets to deliver some barbs before he departs, and I like this one in particular:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you think you'll do then&lt;br /&gt;I bet that'll shoot down your plane&lt;br /&gt;It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics&lt;br /&gt;To set you on your feet again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...especially the way Elton sings it as "vodker and tonics".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Newman, the de facto string arranger on &lt;i&gt;Road&lt;/i&gt;, really shines on this track, providing a lush orchestral arrangement which Elton's piano sits astride. Those wonderful EJ Band harmonies also represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Road" was a top 10 single in the US and UK, reaching #2 in the States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4307982852863164137?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4307982852863164137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4307982852863164137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4307982852863164137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4307982852863164137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/goodbye-yellow-brick-road.html' title='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5890241128302639426</id><published>2007-11-15T08:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:06:36.516-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honky Chateau'/><title type='text'>Mellow</title><content type='html'>A meandering ode to the joys of connubial bliss and life's little relaxing moments, which were probably on the minds of both men (well, Bernie's anyway) as Elton's career ramped up into overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompaniment is mostly barrelhouse, mildly funky Toussaint-style piano, augmented by the swooping electric violin of Jean-Luc Ponty, and of course Elton doing Leon Russell once more on vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a bad track by any means, but it doesn't exactly make a big impression either; perhaps, given the subject matter, that's appropriate. It's a humble little tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't forget the beer my little dear&lt;br /&gt;It helps to sow the mellow seed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5890241128302639426?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5890241128302639426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5890241128302639426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5890241128302639426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5890241128302639426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/mellow.html' title='Mellow'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8599908274378788633</id><published>2007-11-14T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:22:04.984-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><title type='text'>The Cage</title><content type='html'>Six years before Warren Zevon, here's Elton "A-hoo"-ing in between verses in this rattletrap rocker, and Bernie provides another lyric (probably inspired by the lean years not too distant) about general feelings of powerlessness and imprisonment rather than any specific event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As congas, wah-wah guitar, soul horns, and Elton's ever-present pounding piano accompany, John spits out lines like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I walk while they talk about virtue&lt;br /&gt;Just raised on my back legs and snarled&lt;br /&gt;Watched you kiss your old daddy with passion&lt;br /&gt;And tell dirty jokes as he died&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an odd synth break in the middle eight; while it's completely out of kilter with the rest of the sound of the song it doesn't overstay its welcome. Not quite the best song on the album, but it does serve as a bit of a palate-cleanser for the gothic profundities of the next track "The King Must Die".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8599908274378788633?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8599908274378788633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8599908274378788633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8599908274378788633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8599908274378788633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/cage.html' title='The Cage'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4032785211104331108</id><published>2007-11-14T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:08:39.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Cage the Songbird</title><content type='html'>On the &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/cage_the_songbird.html"&gt;lyric&lt;/a&gt; sleeve, this one bears the dedication "For &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edith_piaf"&gt;Edith Piaf"&lt;/a&gt;, which would suggest that this tragic tale attempts to eulogize the beloved French chanteuse in much the same fashion that "Candle in the Wind" paid tribute to Marilyn Monroe. I don't think it's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it intends to pay homage, I would think that it could do a bit better than lines like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sober in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;Things look so much different&lt;br /&gt;To how they looked last night&lt;br /&gt;A pale face pressed to an unmade bed&lt;br /&gt;Like flags of many nations flying high above her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what we know now about Elton and his excesses during this time frame, I have a feeling Bernie might just be making a wry observation about his musical partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, there are some very nice lines to be found here, not the least of which is the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you can cage the songbird&lt;br /&gt;But you can't make her sing&lt;br /&gt;And you can trap the free bird&lt;br /&gt;But you'll have to clip her wings&lt;br /&gt;`Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies&lt;br /&gt;But she'll dive like an eagle when she dies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it attempts to castigate and celebrate at the same time, but I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, it's a predominantly acoustic arrangement, with Quaye and Johnstone playing precise figures and James Newton Howard providing flute-like synths. Graham Nash and David Crosby join in on backing vocals, and are used to great effect on the chorus- the syncopated, slashing guitar and vocal on the penultimate line gives way to soaring harmonies on the last, the likes of which only the battle-tested voices of C and N can provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really is a lovely song- in fact, I think it's one of the best on &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt;- and the tale it tells is quite sad. But I can't help but feel it's delivered with an arched eyebrow and tongue in cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Gayle certainly took it at face value in 1983, ignoring whatever inherent ironies there might be and not only covering the tune but also naming &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cage_The_Songbird"&gt;the album&lt;/a&gt; after it. It went to #5 on the country charts that year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4032785211104331108?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4032785211104331108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4032785211104331108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4032785211104331108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4032785211104331108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/cage-songbird.html' title='Cage the Songbird'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-1187648665467857108</id><published>2007-11-10T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:15:45.777-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Rock and Roll Madonna</title><content type='html'>A stutter-step chicken-scratch guitar lick, reminiscent of the one which opens &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt;'s "Ballad of a Well-Known Gun", introduces this Summer 1970 UK single, recorded at about the same time as many of the songs which ended up on &lt;i&gt;Elton John&lt;/i&gt;. The rest of the track sounds a lot like the Stones' "Honky Tonk Women", with crowd noise in the background, but the mix is cleaner than the standard live sound- so without the benefit of booklet notes, I have to wonder whether it was added in the studio to generate an excitement vibe, or if this really was a live recording. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/rock_and_roll_madonna.html"&gt;Lyrically&lt;/a&gt;, it's a "quest" and "on the road" kind of song, with the Rock and Roll Madonna personifying the success and fame which Elton and Co. are doggedly pursuing, both on that road literally and figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single was greeted with indifference by UK radio and didn't chart; "Your Song" was still months away. Still, it's a derivative, but not unenjoyable, rocker. Stylistically, it wouldn't have fit anywhere on John's first two post &lt;i&gt;Empty Sky&lt;/i&gt; albums, although it might have livened &lt;i&gt;Elton John&lt;/i&gt; up a tad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-1187648665467857108?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/1187648665467857108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=1187648665467857108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1187648665467857108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1187648665467857108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/rock-and-roll-madonna.html' title='Rock and Roll Madonna'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-1522866994879389063</id><published>2007-11-09T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:27:42.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)</title><content type='html'>One thing Elton and Co. seemed determined to do on &lt;i&gt;Yellow Brick Road&lt;/i&gt;, if nothing else: rock out. And on this track, they succeed admirably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the hopped-up doo-wop style harmony vocals of &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-sister-cant-twist-but-she-can-rock.html"&gt;"Your Sister Can't Twist"&lt;/a&gt; abruptly end, the three beat crack of Olsson's drum, closely followed by Davey Johnstone's instantly memorable riff gets this off to a roaring start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie's lyrics are pretty much the braggadocio of a greasy punk tough-guy who's going out to hit the streets on a Saturday night, and straight-up tells us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A couple of the sound that I really like&lt;br /&gt;Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is looking for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...a dolly who'll see me right&lt;br /&gt;I may use a little muscle to get what I need&lt;br /&gt;I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the band is committed to full-on hard-rock mode and backs up the bluster that Elton gamely tries to provide, as he bellows out the lyrics, only slowing down on the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get about as oiled as a diesel train&lt;br /&gt;Gonna set this dance alight&lt;br /&gt;`Cause Saturday night's the night I like&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night's alright alright alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with some group-vocal oooh-oooh-oooh-ooohs after the final "alright". After the second repeat of the chorus, they repeat the title over and over, the band playing faster the whole time, and jamming furiously until the fadeout, and it becomes a transcendent moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A longtime concert favorite, and understandably so- on the occasions I've seen him perform it on television, it was always a highlight of the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-1522866994879389063?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/1522866994879389063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=1522866994879389063' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1522866994879389063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/1522866994879389063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday-nights-alright-for-fighting.html' title='Saturday Night&apos;s Alright (For Fighting)'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4929165674221129181</id><published>2007-11-09T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:02:08.198-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumbleweed Connection'/><title type='text'>Country Comfort</title><content type='html'>In which Bernie opens up the &lt;a href="http://www.almanac.com/"&gt;Farmer's Almanac&lt;/a&gt; to give us a laundry list of the charms of the agrarian lifestyle, with lines such as these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks&lt;br /&gt;The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks&lt;br /&gt;And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch&lt;br /&gt;Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing this as a teenager, and wondering who the hell would cook a hedgehog, and why, and how cooking him between bricks is possible. Perhaps "done" means sculpted or something, who knows. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with the general vibe of the &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed&lt;/i&gt; album, the backing is purely Band-style rustic all the way, with Ian Duck's harmonica providing a lot of color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rod Stewart covered this song on his then-contemporary album &lt;i&gt;Gasoline Alley&lt;/i&gt;; his version was very good but didn't surpass the original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4929165674221129181?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4929165674221129181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4929165674221129181' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4929165674221129181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4929165674221129181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/country-comfort.html' title='Country Comfort'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5108967058572426033</id><published>2007-11-08T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:38:45.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Chameleon</title><content type='html'>By-the-numbers Elton ballad, which certainly seems to point to the flagging enthusiasm of all concerned at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/chameleon.html"&gt;Lyrically&lt;/a&gt;, it's fine- Taupin conjures up some good imagery as he tells about a chance encounter with a bygone love. Of course, the default &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt; assumption is that he could be writing about a real-life encounter, or perhaps reminiscing about the early days of his by-then dissolving marriage. Hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Elton casts it in a barely-memorable melody, and while the playing and singing (Toni Tennille of The Captain and... fame is among the vocalists) are never less than accomplished, the end result is bland and generic, almost as if this was created by a computer program designed to take all of John's balladic tendencies, put them together, and compose a new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seems like it was designed to be the A-side of a single, it ended up as a B-side twice: on equally uninspired tracks "Bite Your Lip (Get Up and Dance)" in the US and "Crazy Water" in the UK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5108967058572426033?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5108967058572426033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5108967058572426033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5108967058572426033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5108967058572426033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/chameleon.html' title='Chameleon'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7635853686390638913</id><published>2007-11-08T13:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:47:00.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>The Ballad Of Danny Bailey (1909-34)</title><content type='html'>This tale of the violent end of a young Depression-era 'shine-running gangster seems to come right out of a Warner Bros. movie of the 1930's. Bernie adopts exactly the right balance of objective and judgmental in lyrics like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Killed him in anger, a force he couldn't handle&lt;br /&gt;Helped pull the trigger that cut short his life&lt;br /&gt;And there's not many knew him the way that we did&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough he was a wild one, but then aren't most hungry kids?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, establishing that young Danny was from Kentucky (13-year-old me though that was pretty cool) and the later mention of breaking up moonshine stills gives this a &lt;i&gt;Bonnie and Clyde&lt;/i&gt; (and much later &lt;i&gt;O Brother, Where Art Thou?&lt;/i&gt;) connotation as well. The final line of the chorus, "And the harvest is in", is brilliant in the images it evokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton's arrangement is no less clever: From the ominous, rumbling opening piano notes, suddenly punctuated by a snare drum shot after the lines "Some punk with a shotgun/killed young Danny Bailey"- POW!- "in cold blood..."...on through the stop-and-start of the rhythm of the body of the song (nice job by Dee Murray on bass, who stands out a bit in the mix)- finishing up with an extended piano solo on the fadeout, ushered in by more of those stellar group harmonies, as Elton plays clumps of notes against the rhythm and the soaring Newman strings until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure that Elton, Bernie and string arranger Del Newman ever were more in sync than on this overlooked gem from side three of &lt;i&gt;GYBR&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7635853686390638913?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7635853686390638913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7635853686390638913' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7635853686390638913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7635853686390638913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/ballad-of-danny-bailey-1909-34.html' title='The Ballad Of Danny Bailey (1909-34)'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6807774632132719035</id><published>2007-11-08T11:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:09:17.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madman Across the Water'/><title type='text'>Razor Face</title><content type='html'>No, it's not a song about a horror-movie boogeyman- "Razor Face" is Bernie ruminating about a homeless person whom he (or the person narrating the song, as he may just be writing in character) seems to feel affection and sympathy for. Bernie doesn't judge or condescend, and that's refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's set in a funky/bluesy sort of arrangement by Elton, and given somewhat of a rustic feel by Jack Engblom's accordion and Rick Wakeman's organ fills, which includes some frenetic soloing as the song concludes with Elton singing "I love your Razor Face". Actually, it sounds more like "love YOU" to me, and that makes more sense- but &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/razor_face.html"&gt;most lyric sources&lt;/a&gt; say "your", so that's what I go with here. This one really bears the Band influence due to the presence of the organ/accordion combo. And on the subject of influences, Elton does a nice job throughout on vocals, slurring and hitting high notes like Leon Russell in his prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a solid track, not one of the first you think of from the &lt;i&gt;Madman&lt;/i&gt; album but one which sounds good when you hear it- it's a bit of a decompression after the surging "Levon" and a bit of a pick-me-up before the moody title track. It was the B-side of the "Tiny Dancer" 45 in the US, which only made it to the lower reaches of the Top 40.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6807774632132719035?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6807774632132719035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6807774632132719035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6807774632132719035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6807774632132719035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/razor-face.html' title='Razor Face'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7923063522326344983</id><published>2007-11-06T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:18:08.724-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meta'/><title type='text'>Metapost II</title><content type='html'>Just taking a moment to post a few things Elton- and this blog-related that have occurred to me recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• First, I want to thank everyone for their interest, and especially for commenting! The response so far has been outstanding, far more than I expected. I try to reply to comments when I can think of something semi-intelligent to add to the conversation, but if I don't, rest assured that I do read them and value them highly. In many cases, I can't really add anything to what you've already written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Also, many thanks to those who have commented and set me straight on some of my interpretations; while I wish that I could be as razor-sharp and perceptive as can be, sometimes I have a bad tendency to miss the forest for the trees so to speak, and probably need the more knowledgeable among you to function as my editors from time to time. Since this blog will probably be on the internet for long after I'm gone, I think it should be as factually accurate and correct, conclusion-wise, as possible. While I have read and heard a fair amount, I don't sit on a treasure-trove of Elton interviews and reference material, and as I've found while trying to research these songs, it seems that there is always an explanation here or a statement there in some text that could go a long way towards interpreting Bernie's often obtuse wordsmithery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I put a bid in today on a copy of &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt; on eBay; wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• You'll probably notice that from this point on, I'll probably be writing about songs from &lt;i&gt;Goodbye Yellow Brick Road&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt; more often than other albums. The reason for this is pretty simple, actually: &lt;i&gt;Road&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Moves&lt;/i&gt; are double LPs, with at least twice as many songs as other Elton albums in the period covered. I did some tallying up the other day, and noticed that I only have four or five songs to go on many releases, but have over a dozen left to do on those records. So, and this may change if I acquire &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt;, you'll probably see a song from those albums alternating after a single entry from the others, at least until (if ever) I get caught up. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;• I recently did acquire copies of two more recent Elton efforts, &lt;i&gt;Songs From the West Coast&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Captain and the Kid&lt;/i&gt;, and while I reserve the right to write more in-depth about them before I'm done, in a nutshell I can say that the former is the stronger effort; "I Need Love" is a wonderfully Beatle-esque piece of pop, and "This Train (Don't Stop Here Anymore)" manages, via strong melody the likes of which hearkens back to his salad days that are the focus of this blog, to evoke sympathy for a figure that frankly needs none of it. It's heartening to hear Elton being as willing as he was to lay bare his inner feelings in a way that he never cared to do in his classic years. Other tracks don't leave quite as strong an impression, but are solid just the same with only one or two uninteresting efforts. &lt;i&gt;Captain&lt;/i&gt;, a sequel to &lt;i&gt;Captain Fantastic&lt;/i&gt;, attempts to update the Elton &amp; Bernie: The Early Years concept by providing songs tangentially related to events that happened in the early-mid Seventies. The title cut starts impressively, but becomes tiresome through repetition; "And the House Fell Down" essays his drug abuse via a catchy, slow-rocking musical setting, and so on. The main problem with not only this album but &lt;i&gt;West Coast&lt;/i&gt; as well (and probably the middle album &lt;i&gt;Peachtree Road&lt;/i&gt;, which I still don't have) is just that the years of writing AOR, Broadway, and Disney movie schlock have blunted the edges of both men; everything here, with a few exceptions, is immaculately crafted but remarkably glib and unaffecting. I will say that I'm happy that both men care enough to continue to try, though, and while I can't say that I'll listen to these CDs a fraction as much as I have listened to, say, &lt;i&gt;Rock of the Westies&lt;/i&gt;, I'm still pleased to own them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I also recently acquired a couple of unusual Elton-related albums: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_Ain%27t_Easy_%28Baldry_album%29"&gt;It Ain't Easy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everything_Stops_for_Tea"&gt;Everything Stops For Tea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, two early '70s Warner Bros. Records releases by EJ mentor and Blues singer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Long_John_Baldry"&gt;Long John Baldry&lt;/a&gt;. Both LPs had a novel gimmick: one side of the album was produced and played on by Elton, and one side by another Baldry disciple Rod Stewart, then in the height of his powers just before and after his marvelous efforts with the Faces and solo, sp. &lt;i&gt;Long Player&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Every Picture Tells a Story&lt;/i&gt;. While I'm afraid that Rod's tracks steal the show, Elton acquits himself nicely. Baldry covers a John/Taupin composition, "Rock Me When He's Gone" on &lt;i&gt;Easy&lt;/i&gt;- it's a rarity that John never included on any of his official releases; and on &lt;i&gt;Tea&lt;/i&gt; the backing musicians include Nigel Olsson and Davey Johnstone, along with Ray Cooper, who would join Elton's band in 1975. Both these records are tons of fun, especially if you like the blues and blues-rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; • That's all I can think of for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7923063522326344983?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7923063522326344983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7923063522326344983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7923063522326344983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7923063522326344983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/metapost-ii.html' title='Metapost II'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8485614927465520105</id><published>2007-11-04T07:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:20:59.884-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Boogie Pilgrim</title><content type='html'>"Boogie Pilgrim", well, it boogies along amiably with a soft-shoe-shuffle type rhythm and a fair-to-middling melody, featuring falsetto vocals from Elton, would-be funky backing vocals from a host of fine singers, and keening SNL-style David Sanborn sax throughout- it's as slick as baby oil, produced to distraction, professional as all get out, and at a smidge over six minutes is a complete bore. What little life there is to be had in this derivative track is completely snuffed out via layers of production gloss and supersession backing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric content is just as vapid. While there's thankfully none of the usual &lt;i&gt;Moves&lt;/i&gt; relationship angst here, the lyrics, which seem to be about some sort of street-level drug dealer, use a whole lot of cliche phrases ("Down on the jive talk/Down on the weather") to say nothing much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if they had reined it in a couple of minutes before they did, this might have been better. At their peak, Elton and his band/lyricist/production team could sometimes make magic out of slight material. Here, the team seems to have run out of fuel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8485614927465520105?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8485614927465520105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8485614927465520105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8485614927465520105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8485614927465520105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/boogie-pilgrim.html' title='Boogie Pilgrim'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5957915660903835482</id><published>2007-11-02T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:43:04.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>Funeral For a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding</title><content type='html'>Nothing in the Elton catalogue pre-1973 anticipated this ambitious two-in-one track, which kicks off the &lt;i&gt;Goodbye Yellow Brick Road&lt;/i&gt; in impressive fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friend" is an atmospheric instrumental introduction with an involved arrangement using multiple time shifts and various textures. It opens with spooky whooshing wind and church bell sound effects, a stately ARP synth plays the melody for a few bars, then is joined by Elton, playing somber piano notes. The band enters next, accompanied by swirling ARP synthesizer strings, and plays a swaggering sort of processional for several bars before Olsson's drums crash, the tempo shifts &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;, Johnstone wails away on guitar, castanets accent the beat, and they proceed to rock out until shifting into reprise of the earlier processional- this with more of a lockstep rhythm. It's then back to rocking out for a few more bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the furor dies down, Elton's piano remains for a few seconds, functioning as a segue before "Bleeding" begins and Johnstone and Co. crash back in. The rest of the track proceeding in a fast-tempo mode, with slashing guitar licks and those signature Beach Boys-style harmony backing vocals prominent. It's a very cinematic approach, and it must have been fun for the group to contribute to for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a song which tells the sad story of a musician who is forced to choose between his love and his life on the road. I don't think it essays any real-life issues at the time with Bernie or Elton (&lt;i&gt;Rock of the Westies&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt; were still three years away), but if tensions existed with their respective partners at the time, I would think this sort of scenario wouldn't be difficult to conjure up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a opening salvo to lead off the album, and it certainly set the pace for this sprawling, eclectic LP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5957915660903835482?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5957915660903835482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5957915660903835482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5957915660903835482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5957915660903835482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/11/funeral-for-friendlove-lies-bleeding.html' title='Funeral For a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5063711679065669253</id><published>2007-10-31T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:00:57.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caribou'/><title type='text'>Stinker</title><content type='html'>Once in a while it was incumbent upon Elton to simply rock out and show his listeners a good time, and this is one of those songs created for that purpose. More often as not, he chose a Baldry/Stones blues/rock sound for this, and ably aided by the Tower of Power horn section, that's what he gives us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie piles on every filth-related metaphor he can squeeze out of his thesaurus, cuing the listener that he's a loveable, filthy rascal a la the characters in &lt;i&gt;Don't Shoot Me&lt;/i&gt;'s "Midnight Creeper" and &lt;i&gt;Yellow Brick Road&lt;/i&gt;'s "Social Disease".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this will ever be on anyone's short list of Elton classics, but it does rock out convincingly in a swaggering, bluesy way, and EJ can sing the line "burnin', vermin stink" as good as anybody out there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5063711679065669253?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5063711679065669253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5063711679065669253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5063711679065669253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5063711679065669253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/stinker.html' title='Stinker'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6339648242446187434</id><published>2007-10-31T08:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:58:56.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy'/><title type='text'>Tower of Babel</title><content type='html'>In keeping with the "Elton/Bernie: The Early Years" concept, here we have Bernie indignantly (and self-righteously) firing bromides at the music biz types, most likely those at Dick James Music that lived high on the hog while they were scuffling, writing mindless pop hits for them, summed up in the infamous chorus: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel&lt;br /&gt;Sodom meet Gomorrah, Cain meet Abel&lt;br /&gt;Have a ball y'all&lt;br /&gt;See the letches crawl&lt;br /&gt;With the call girls under the table&lt;br /&gt;Watch them dig their graves&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Jesus don't save the guys&lt;br /&gt;In the tower of Babel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was making both of them unhappy and frustrated, which he sums up in &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/tower_of_babel.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Junk, angel, this closet's always stacked&lt;br /&gt;The dealers in the basement&lt;br /&gt;Filling your prescription&lt;br /&gt;For a brand new heart attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where were all your shoulders when we cried&lt;br /&gt;Were the doctors in attendance&lt;br /&gt;Saying how they felt so sick inside&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just the scalpel blade that lied&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The metaphors are not exactly as sharp as one would like, but they get the point across- it's plain that they were stifling under the system they were laboring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biblical connotation of the "Tower of Babel" reference makes him seem like a dour preacher on Sunday morning, railing disapprovingly at any and all sinners...but then again, I haven't walked in his shoes so who am &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song itself is set by Elton in alternating styles; verses are cast in a slowish, resigned feel with minimal accompaniment save piano and rhythm section. The tempo accelerates slightly in the last two lines of each verse, until a fat Johnstone lick before the "Party time at..." line ushers in the jaunty, R&amp;B style chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't listen too closely, this is a fine, catchy track. However, to me Bernie's bile lessens the experience when attention is paid to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand thanks to &lt;a href="http://ooas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jim Akin&lt;/a&gt; for clearing up my fuzzy thought processes (see comments).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6339648242446187434?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6339648242446187434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6339648242446187434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6339648242446187434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6339648242446187434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/tower-of-babel.html' title='Tower of Babel'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-3855560723445247877</id><published>2007-10-30T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:29:50.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock of the Westies'/><title type='text'>Feed Me</title><content type='html'>No, it's not a song written for the &lt;i&gt;Little Shop of Horrors&lt;/i&gt; soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; is a Steely Dan-style jazz-tinged track, the lyrics of which seem to deal with drug addiction withdrawal-induced paranoia, to wit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't close the shades&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold as a razor blade&lt;br /&gt;Inches from madness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's no doubt that lots of drug abuse was a significant part of the Elton John (and by that I mean Elton John in a collective sense, not Reg Dwight the person) experience, would still be for several more years, (this was the mid-1970's after all) but it's a bit dismaying to scan the lyrics and get the impression that this was perhaps some sort of observation by Bernie, or maybe even an attempt at a cautionary tale. Heroin addiction hasn't normally been associated with the Elton camp. Perhaps it was a stab at a fictional account, writing a character, who can say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It contains a passage that only Bernie would choose to write:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feed me&lt;br /&gt;Feed my needs and then just leave me&lt;br /&gt;Let me go back where you found me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss my basement&lt;br /&gt;The sweet smell of new paint&lt;br /&gt;The warmth and the comforts of home&lt;br /&gt;So feed me&lt;br /&gt;Give me my treatment and free me&lt;br /&gt;My arms are so hungry so feed me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of many things one could bring to bear when describing withdrawal, but home improvement descriptions aren't among them- I wouldn't think. He's trying to contrast the character's bleak situation with a fond memory of his home, but it just seems incongruous when placed with the rest of the lyrics. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated above, it's a Dan-style, mid-tempo track; electric piano by James Newton Howard, a nifty fuzz-guitar riff from Davey Johnstone and cool BVs from the Kiki Dee/Elton/Davey/Caleb Quaye/Clive Franks aggregate make it sound that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice track; not a standout- it's a bit slick and repetitive for that- but as is so often the case with Elton the melody's good and stays with the listener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-3855560723445247877?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/3855560723445247877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=3855560723445247877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3855560723445247877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3855560723445247877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/feed-me.html' title='Feed Me'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4872908994964648914</id><published>2007-10-30T09:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:07:09.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><title type='text'>I Need You to Turn To</title><content type='html'>It's odd that this track is sequenced directly after opener "Your Song"; this stately waltz is every bit as much of a valentine as its predecessor, similar in tone although it can be seen as a bit more romantic in a traditional sense, which is to say less off-the-cuff and formal and scanning more like poetry by Keats or Shelley, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumentation is sparse, for the most part; Elton plays harpsichord, Skaila Kanga harp, and there's understated guitar present by someone named Roland Harker in the mix as well- and of course, the Buckmaster string section. The melody itself reminds me more than a bit of the carol &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Child_Is_This%3F"&gt;"What Child is This" aka "Greensleeves".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovely song, a bit on the short side, but I've always liked it- it was the first track on this album to make an impression on me when I first heard it back in 1974.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4872908994964648914?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4872908994964648914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4872908994964648914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4872908994964648914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4872908994964648914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-you-to-turn-to.html' title='I Need You to Turn To'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-9191047226077514978</id><published>2007-10-28T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:19:51.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honky Chateau'/><title type='text'>Slave</title><content type='html'>"Slave"'s strength is also its failing. It's so literal- it's another of Taupin's Civil War-set songs, this time decrying slavery from the point of view of one such person. And that literal approach, devoid of shades, nuance, or even clever turns of phrase work to make this song a bit leaden and uninteresting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a river running sweat right through our land&lt;br /&gt;Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand&lt;br /&gt;And I've taken just as much as I can stand&lt;br /&gt;Oh we've got to free our brothers from their shackles if we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton doesn't innovate either, providing a lazy-tempo country-blues sound, with banjo and dobro-style slide guitar providing color, just like you'd expect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the sentiment is certainly laudable, as far as I'm concerned the execution is uninspired and dull. It's a decent enough melody, but I'm rarely called back to listen to "Slave", and tend to tune it out when playing &lt;i&gt;Chateau&lt;/i&gt; in its entirety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-9191047226077514978?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/9191047226077514978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=9191047226077514978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/9191047226077514978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/9191047226077514978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/slave.html' title='Slave'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-3923550169367608379</id><published>2007-10-26T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:27:33.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empty Sky'/><title type='text'>Valhalla</title><content type='html'>Bernie must have been reading up on his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norsemen"&gt;Norse&lt;/a&gt; history, because here he has taken its mythology (making it a spiritual cousin to Led Zep's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immigrant_Song"&gt;"Immigrant Song"&lt;/a&gt; in a lot of ways) and has crafted a ruminative paean to a favorite subject in the 60's: searching for your own way in life. Honestly, in my opinion it's an unlikely marriage and not all that successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Elton saw fit to craft a beautiful, harpsichord-enhanced melody to go with it, and sings it warmly. The production sound, which strikes me as intimate and nuanced a la Phil Spector's work with George Harrison on &lt;i&gt;All Things Must Pass&lt;/i&gt;, also helps a lot. In fact, the accompaniment works so well that this listener, at least, can enjoy the song without paying attention to &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/val_hala.html"&gt;the words&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this cut spelled out, in various sources both on and off-line, as "Val-hala"; I've never seen it spelled this way anywhere outside of this context. My 2nd pressing (cream color label instead of rainbow on black) MCA vinyl copy of &lt;i&gt;Empty Sky&lt;/i&gt; spells it correctly, so that's what I'm going with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-3923550169367608379?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/3923550169367608379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=3923550169367608379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3923550169367608379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3923550169367608379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/valhalla.html' title='Valhalla'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-8430662650103810477</id><published>2007-10-25T10:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:28:13.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumbleweed Connection'/><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>Here's another rarity in the Elton catalogue: a cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love Song" is unusual in that it wasn't written by Bernie and Elton, but by session vocalist (and original cast member of &lt;i&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;a href="http://lesleyduncan.tripod.com/"&gt;Lesley Duncan&lt;/a&gt;, who managed to parlay the favor into a record deal. She went on to record a handful of albums on Columbia, and later MCA, none of which were huge successes but are well regarded in many circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love Song" is pretty much &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/love_song.html"&gt;as advertised lyrically&lt;/a&gt;; as so many songwriters would have us believe, from Paul McCartney (who is fixated on this very subject) on, "love" is the answer to all life's problems and to give love is an ultimate goal. A little idealistic and naive, but hey, it was just four years after the Summer of Love and she was far from the only one pushing this hippie philosophy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompaniment is serene and austere, just acoustic guitar faded in from the beginning and faded out on the outro with Elton singing the lead and Lesley providing outstanding harmony on the second and fourth verses. It's a beguiling melody, but perhaps because of its plainness doesn't really stand out when placed with the other songs on that side of &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton continued to work with Duncan throughout the 70's, even as late as 1976. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I've overlooked something, always a possibility, this was the only non-Taupin song that Elton released on one of his "classic" albums until his infamous 1979 disco-fever cover of Chuck Berry's "Johnny B. Goode". Of course, there was his 1975 Beatle cover "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" and John Lennon's "One Day (at a Time)", but neither were released on an album proper, although "Lucy" was included on the second &lt;i&gt;Greatest Hits&lt;/i&gt; LP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-8430662650103810477?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/8430662650103810477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=8430662650103810477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8430662650103810477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/8430662650103810477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-song.html' title='Love Song'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6372964881611206358</id><published>2007-10-21T08:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:42:38.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Shoot Me I&apos;m Only the Piano Player'/><title type='text'>Daniel</title><content type='html'>Certainly one of the most unlikely and unusual of Elton's hits, both subject matter-wise as well as in terms of its musical accompaniment, "Daniel" attempts to address a serious subject, that of soldiers who were returning home from the Vietnam War in the 1970's. According to the &lt;a href="http://www.eltonlinks.com/faq.html"&gt;EltonLinks.com FAQ:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is inspired by news coverage of the war that Bernie (Elton's lyricist) watched in the early 70s.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can infer that Daniel has returned from the conflict with, as the song goes, "scars that won't heal". Another reference is made to "eyes (that) have died" which suggests he has been blinded, and/or perhaps his youthful innocence or idealism has died. Apparently Daniel has taken up residence in Spain, to get away from those who would seek to persecute or exploit him for being a war hero. The song is written from the point of view of Daniel's younger brother, who seems to miss his older bro terribly. Even though these aren't exactly Bernie's most accomplished set of lyrics, they manage to sum up the feelings of all concerned quite nicely, and this verse is quite good indeed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daniel my brother you are older than me&lt;br /&gt;Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes have died but you see more than I&lt;br /&gt;Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's also the line, repeated often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one must ask- exactly how tall is Daniel's brother that he can get clouds in his eyes? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton casts this story-song in a mid tempo, ballad-type setting with a gorgeous melody and a slight Carribean feel. Most of the main melodic lines are played on an ARP synthesizer, an instrument that was still new and very popular at the time. A rather low-key way to open an album, but as one of the (relatively) strongest tracks available it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public responded- "Daniel" hit #2 in the US and was also top 5 in the UK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6372964881611206358?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6372964881611206358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6372964881611206358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6372964881611206358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6372964881611206358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/daniel.html' title='Daniel'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6438869100759737949</id><published>2007-10-21T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:15:45.777-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles and B sides'/><title type='text'>Cold Highway</title><content type='html'>"Cold Highway" was the B-side to "The Bitch is Back". It was recorded, according to &lt;a href="http://www.vex.net/~paulmac/elton/ej1974.html#1974"&gt;Cornflakes &amp; Classics&lt;/a&gt;, during the same sessions in which they recorded the two major hits from the &lt;i&gt;Caribou&lt;/i&gt; album; "Bitch" and "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a stomping R&amp;B/Blues workout, with a touch of reggae rhythm in the verses. There's also a bridge in the middle that's taken in an odd, swaggering tempo. Instrumentation is pretty much the basic band, with more of the gorgeous BV's that they provided during this period (see &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/08/pinky.html"&gt;"Pinky"&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;i&gt;Caribou&lt;/i&gt; CD liner notes, it was written by Taupin about a friend who died in a car crash on notoriously unsafe stretch of highway. &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/cold_highway.html"&gt;The lyrics&lt;/a&gt; seem to point to some sort of controversy surrounding this person, but who or what isn't revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad track, better perhaps than one or two of the songs which &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; make the cut, but that points to how strong Elton's mojo was at the time. It can be found on &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt; as well as the remastered "Classic Years" edition of &lt;i&gt;Caribou&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6438869100759737949?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6438869100759737949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6438869100759737949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6438869100759737949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6438869100759737949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/cold-highway.html' title='Cold Highway'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7725934654534314489</id><published>2007-10-17T10:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T21:47:31.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye Yellow Brick Road'/><title type='text'>All the Girls Love Alice</title><content type='html'>A wave of reverb-enhanced guitar noise ushers in the chicken-scratch, slightly Bo Diddleyesque guitar riff that is the main focal point and driving wheel of "Alice", an &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/all_the_girls_love_alice.html"&gt;account of a young lesbian call girl&lt;/a&gt; who meets an untimely end on a subway train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taupin relates her story with a reproachful tone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raised to be a lady by the golden rule&lt;br /&gt;Alice was the spawn of a public school&lt;br /&gt;With a double barrel name in the back of her brain&lt;br /&gt;And a simple case of Mummy-doesn't-love-me blues&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really get the "double barrel name" reference, but here she sounds like an early version of a type we're all familiar with these days, a la Paris Hilton and others. The scolding continues, as he concludes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And who could you call your friends down in Soho&lt;br /&gt;One or two middle-aged dykes in a Go-Go&lt;br /&gt;And what do you expect from a sixteen year old yo-yo&lt;br /&gt;And hey, hey, hey, oh don't you know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm sure he wanted to sound dispassionate, the undertone of his distaste mars what is otherwise a very good rocking tune, with backing vocals that sound like the Ikettes, but are actually provided by Davey Johnstone's then-girlfriend Kiki Dee and the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirens and other street noises accompany the riff until the fadeout, and while it's a successful track with interesting sonics, one wishes that Bernie had listened to Otis Redding and "tried a little tenderness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7725934654534314489?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7725934654534314489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7725934654534314489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7725934654534314489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7725934654534314489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-girls-love-alice.html' title='All the Girls Love Alice'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-6171749995532383716</id><published>2007-10-14T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:18:42.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moves'/><title type='text'>Bite Your Lip (Get Up and Dance)</title><content type='html'>Almost as if in apology for the weepy tone of &lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt;, or more likely a bet-hedging would-be single in case "Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word" stiffed, this would-be R&amp;B/disco dance party does begin energetically enough, with Elton banging away on the piano, gospelish choir vocals on the chorus, and Johnstone contributing some slide guitar licks- but goes on way too long at almost seven minutes, at least half of it endless repetition of the title as so-very-1976 disco strings swoop around in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/bite_your_lip_get_up_and_dance.html"&gt;lyric content&lt;/a&gt; goes, well, there isn't any. Taupin probably wrote this in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second single off the &lt;i&gt;Moves&lt;/i&gt; album, and did get as far as #28 on the US and UK charts in what, if memory serves, was a wisely trimmed-down version. Still, on the album, it comes across as a sweaty, hysterical, and slightly desperate attempt to convince us they're having a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-6171749995532383716?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/6171749995532383716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=6171749995532383716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6171749995532383716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/6171749995532383716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/bite-your-lip-get-up-and-dance.html' title='Bite Your Lip (Get Up and Dance)'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-5195502733706978321</id><published>2007-10-13T14:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T12:06:51.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madman Across the Water'/><title type='text'>Madman Across the Water</title><content type='html'>Originally intended for &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt;, this track became an FM radio staple in the 70's and beyond, most likely due to its ambitious arrangement and its length, which put it in the same playing field as such epic tracks as Traffic's "Low Spark of High Heeled Boys" and Led Zep's "Stairway to Heaven".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is also an anomaly in Elton's "classic" catalog in that it boasts two versions- the one which appeared on the album that bears its name, and another, earlier try (recorded during the March 1970 &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt; sessions) which could only be heard via bootlegs until it finally saw release on 1992's &lt;i&gt;Rare Masters&lt;/i&gt; compilation, and features the late Glam-rock legend &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mick_Ronson"&gt;Mick Ronson&lt;/a&gt; on guitar. Yes' &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_Wakeman"&gt;Rick Wakeman&lt;/a&gt;, keeping busy playing sessions at the time, was also on hand to play organ on both versions. This version eschews the ominous Paul Buckmaster string arrangements for some low-key Ronson guitar pyrotechnics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's the more familiar album version we're concerned with here. At some point, it was decided to re-do the song with Buckmaster arrangements, and the ponderous strings add a definite mood of oppression and paranoia, especially during the long instrumental passages- they dart and collide with the stop-start rhythm (provided by Terry Cox of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pentangle_(band)"&gt;Pentangle&lt;/a&gt; fame) and help establish the mood of Bernie's ambiguous lyrics, which on the surface could be said to assay the ramblings of a deranged person. Since Taupin sometimes chose to express his inner feelings through his lyrics, one has to wonder to what degree that came into play here. A popular supposition at the time was that it was about Richard Nixon, but that's never been verified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this was the sort of track which signaled a sort of creative dead-end for Elton, and determined to shed the somewhat lugubrious image of the collective sound of the &lt;i&gt;Madman&lt;/i&gt; album, decided to lighten things up on his next LP, &lt;i&gt;Honky Chateau&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-5195502733706978321?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/5195502733706978321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=5195502733706978321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5195502733706978321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/5195502733706978321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/madman-across-water.html' title='Madman Across the Water'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-7452830462847479074</id><published>2007-10-12T19:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T07:54:17.532-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends Soundtrack'/><title type='text'>Can I Put You On</title><content type='html'>Just before "Your Song" became a smash hit, Elton and Paul Buckmaster were hired to create the soundtrack for the obscure British teenage-love film &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;, which starred Sean (&lt;i&gt;The Abominable Dr. Phibes)&lt;/i&gt; Bury and the late Anicée Alvina. Recorded in 1970, between the &lt;i&gt;Elton John&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt; sessions, it featured instrumental music by Buckmaster and five new John/Taupin compositions, one of which was this R&amp;B/Blues-style rocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In interviews, John has cited &lt;a href="http://www.leonrussellrecords.com/"&gt;Leon Russell&lt;/a&gt; as an influence on his vocal style, and it's pretty plain here. Backing is provided by the Olsson/Murray/Caleb Quaye band, and this cut in particular sounds like it would have fit in on &lt;i&gt;Tumbleweed Connection&lt;/i&gt; with very little fuss- in fact, the melody and tempo remind me of "Son of Your Father". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had the opportunity to actually see the film, so the context of the &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/can_i_put_you_on.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt;, which seem to be a working man's lament that involves a traveling salesman that comes to town every week to sell "fancy city things", reminiscent of the sort of working-class, slice of life, Brecht/Weill-style songs that Alan Price performed in &lt;i&gt;O Lucky Man!&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Between Today and Yesterday&lt;/i&gt;, pretty much eludes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad song, not a particularly great song, but the extended fadeout lends itself to lots of vamping, which is (I'm sure) why Elton performed it so often in the early days. It was also included in the beat-the-boots &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/albums/111770.html"&gt;11-17-70&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which I haven't covered due to not wanting to include live albums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-7452830462847479074?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/7452830462847479074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=7452830462847479074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7452830462847479074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/7452830462847479074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-i-put-you-on.html' title='Can I Put You On'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-2576280627816507331</id><published>2007-10-09T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:29:32.302-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy'/><title type='text'>Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy</title><content type='html'>In 1975, an entire album devoted to the early days of a songwriting team was, if not unprecedented, was at least a novel idea- and it was incumbent upon the pair to craft an opening tune which not only set the stage for what was to follow, but to grab the listener's attention and show that they weren't screwing around. What they came up with was certainly one of the most ambitious tunes in the Elton repertoire, and arguably one of the most exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, the narrative of the song is split into a stanza for each principal, which at first points out their differences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City-boy Elton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Captain Fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero&lt;br /&gt;Just someone his mother might know&lt;br /&gt;Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics&lt;br /&gt;"Two teas both with sugar please"&lt;br /&gt;In the back of an alley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rural-kid Bernie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles&lt;br /&gt;Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer&lt;br /&gt;For it's hay make and "Hey mom, do the papers say anything good.&lt;br /&gt;Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys&lt;br /&gt;Should I make my way out of my home in the woods"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These verses are set in a gentle, loping, folky style with hi-hat, mandolins and acoustic guitars tinkling away in the background. The tempo picks up slightly with the next lines, as congas start in and the song describes the pair growing up and realize how they want to try to live their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, abruptly, with this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the range&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guitars become harsh, the tempo accelerates, the band crashes in full-bore and absolutely soars, spurred on by Ray Cooper's whirring percussion effects in the chorus. It's an absolutely thrilling moment, perhaps intended to simulate the heady rush of realizing that one can make a living playing music for people, and having people reciprocate, and remains for me one of the most exciting moments on any Elton album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after the thunder dies down, it's back to the more relaxed tempo of the introduction- the beat hasn't gone away but it's more subdued, and the lyric content more reflective. Finally, the chorus returns, and the mood seems to be defiant and confident, learning from the past and looking ahead to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how they could have opened any album, let alone this one, any better and this stacks up as one of the best arrangements of Elton's career, with his classic band at the height of their powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this track arguably sets a high point that the rest of the &lt;i&gt;Fantastic&lt;/i&gt; album fails to match. And decades later, Elton and Bernie went to the retrospective bank once more on 2006's &lt;i&gt;Captain and the Kid&lt;/i&gt; (which I purchased recently), to diminishing returns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-2576280627816507331?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/2576280627816507331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=2576280627816507331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2576280627816507331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/2576280627816507331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/captain-fantastic-and-brown-dirt-cowboy.html' title='Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-4475110928642179690</id><published>2007-10-03T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:53:53.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock of the Westies'/><title type='text'>Billy Bones and the White Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Westies'&lt;/i&gt; closer is an odd one- &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rime_of_the_ancient_mariner"&gt;Rime of the Ancient Mariner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;-style lyric content, married to a slamming Bo Diddley beat, which gives way to a stanza accompanied by a disco-style high hat and the bogus pomp of fanfare-style synth horns, and also spiced with a nifty, jazzy middle section which features a lively synth/guitar duet by James Newton Howard and Davey Johnstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, if anything, &lt;a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/billy_bones_and_the_white_bird.html"&gt;the lyrics &lt;/a&gt; mean is open to interpretation; I've seen it mentioned that they are perhaps some sort of allusion to John's escalating drug abuse, which is valid, but I suspect that the "white bird" is less a literal reference to cocaine than a reference to the albatross that Coleridge's protagonist was haunted by, and which would seem to represent the bad vibes, unease and dismay with which Bernie surely must have been experiencing in regards to most aspects of his (and John's) career in 1975- events which began with their meteoric ascent to fame and all the attendant insanity, the abrupt early 1975 sacking of half the original EJ Band, and would come to a head a little over a year later, leading to the post-&lt;i&gt;Blue Moves&lt;/i&gt; separation of the pair in 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting that as with &lt;i&gt;Moves'&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/08/crazy-water.html"&gt;"Crazy Water"&lt;/a&gt;, Taupin chose to illustrate his unease with nautical-style lyrical content. The Brown Dirt Cowboy didn't seem to be at home on the open seas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-4475110928642179690?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/4475110928642179690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=4475110928642179690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4475110928642179690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/4475110928642179690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/billy-bones-and-white-bird.html' title='Billy Bones and the White Bird'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180853622497657743.post-3515814553214885972</id><published>2007-10-03T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:38:22.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Discovery</title><content type='html'>This account of a young boy who sees his baby brother for the first time can be perceived as cloyingly saccharine or achingly sweet, depending on your disposition, I suppose. Me, I think it's charming, and boasts a few nice couplets in the lyrics, as well as some clunkers, as is so often the case with many of Bernie's early efforts. Still, as far as I'm concerned, he manages to effectively convey the childhood sense of wonder he's trying to get across.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this tune memorable (for me, anyway) is, as (again) is the case with most of the songs on the eponymous LP, is the Buckmaster/John arrangement- cinematic harp, horns and strings giving way to Elton's vocal and rolling piano riff, which builds to the return of the orchestra and a crescendo at the climactic moment when the proud parents reveal that "this is your brand new brother". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to recall reading in an interview that Bernie based this on an event in his childhood. Whatever the inspiration, this is an overlooked, effective track that many fans tend to have high regard for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180853622497657743-3515814553214885972?l=solarprestige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/feeds/3515814553214885972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180853622497657743&amp;postID=3515814553214885972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3515814553214885972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180853622497657743/posts/default/3515814553214885972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solarprestige.blogspot.com/2007/10/greatest-discovery.html' title='The Greatest Discovery'/><author><name>Johnny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051009739174204952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1IO2se12VI/SJO2aEz1RRI/AAAAAAAABeA/5tWVzzmpUB0/S220/me+and+the+bat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
