I got a text from my daughter over the weekend. She’d spent part of her day hanging around record stores, and ended up coming home with some pretty great albums (at left).
“Benny and the Jets” was the first song we sang together in the car when she was about 2. She liked the “B-B-B-Benny and the Jetssssssss” line. Those are fun words to say when you’re still learning the language. I believe that song was what made her the music lover she is today.
Anyway, I was reminded of the “Classic Albums: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” TV program. If you watch this and then listen to the album, you might have a more interesting experience. Knowing some of the background is enriching.
All along, all I’ve really wanted to be is a writer. So now I tell people that’s what I am, even though I haven’t earned a dime being a writer.
That being said, I’ll confess that once a day, every day, I wish I was still a musician. That was the one time in my life when I was cool.