{"id":71611,"date":"2019-06-24T06:00:53","date_gmt":"2019-06-24T11:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=71611"},"modified":"2019-06-23T17:32:20","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T22:32:20","slug":"what-chu-wantin-in-de-white-mans-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=71611","title":{"rendered":"What Chu Wantin\u2019 In De White Man\u2019s World"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Over this past weekend, I saw the movie &#8220;Rocket Man&#8221;, the Elton John biopic.<\/p>\n<p>And while it was a good movie, as these things go &#8211; more below &#8211; it left me with one huge, nagging question unanswered.<\/p>\n<p>To wit: what ghastly crime did Bernie Taupin see Reginald Dwight\/Elton John commit, and promise to keep quiet about forever, in exchange for Elton John turning his \u201clyrics\u201c into songs?<\/p>\n<p>Because it say what you will about Elton John\u2019s music &#8211; I liked some of it \u2013 but Taupin was the one lyricist in the history of the world that can\u2019t get away with mocking and taunting Desmond Child.<\/p>\n<p>There simply has to be some ghastly conspiracy. There\u2019s no other rational explanation.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>More seriously, now &#8211; I did in fact see the movie over the weekend.<\/p>\n<p>Truth be told, I was way too cool for Elton John when he was at his peak. I loved the Clash, the Ramones, Springsteen, the Iron City Houserockers, Television, Emmylou Harris, the Pretenders &#8211; all the stuff that the rest of the kids in my high school weren&#8217;t listening to. It was how a tall, geeky nerd with no athletic talent stood out from the crowd (or thought he did).<\/p>\n<p>And I never had much time for pop stars disintegrating in public, as I watched Elton John (among many other celebs back then) collapse in a welter of excess, booze and cocaine. &#8220;You think you got it tough?&#8221;, I muttered, reading every week in the pages of &#8220;Rolling Stone&#8221; down at the library. It&#8217;s why I had no time for a lot of seventies pop stars; half the reason I couldn&#8217;t stand Styx as a kid was Dennis DeYoung&#8217;s constant whinging about what a meaningless illusion being a star was; &#8220;then go back to Chicago and work in a ^%$#@ meatpacking plant and make some room for someone else&#8221;, I muttered.<\/p>\n<p>And he was a piano player. Nothing against keyboard people &#8211; I always wanted to be decent on keys. But they have a very different approach to music than guitar players do. Some of his stuff, like most of &#8220;Goodbye Yellow Brick Road&#8221;, was marvelously melodic, in the kind of way that piano players can tease out of a song in a way guitar players can&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>So Elton John was&#8230;well, not a non-entity for me as a kid. His public image was something that annoyed me; his music sometimes grabbed me (&#8220;Someone Saved My Life Tonight&#8221; was guilty pleasure), some didn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Rocketman&#8221; is billed as a &#8220;fantasy biopic&#8221;, which started me off thinking &#8220;what could go wrong?&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Short answer: Nothing!<\/p>\n<p>In its own way, telling the story of Elton John&#8217;s path &#8211; from neglected child to piano prodigy to sideman to &#8220;overnight star&#8221; (it actually took him eight years of gigging, song-writing and session work, given very short shrift in the movie) to one of the biggest selling singers of all time, to recovering addict and, we&#8217;re told at the end, happy, loved, well-adjusted elder, is a lot more interesting in the telling that it was in the watching 30-40 years ago. Taron Egerton plays a better Elton John than Elton John himself ever did.<\/p>\n<p>One interesting bit, if you&#8217;re a serious music trivia buff; there&#8217;s a scene where John and longtime lyricist Bernie Taupin are auditioning for a manager (in a scene that could have come out of every iteration of &#8220;The Jazz Singer&#8221; or &#8220;The Star Is Born&#8221;). The manager asks John to play some of his stuff. John, at the piano, tosses out a few songs that the manager cuts off immediately&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;that are actually from the early &#8217;80s, when John and longtime Taupin were on the outs &#8211; things like &#8220;I Guess That&#8217;s Why They Call It The Blues&#8221; and other stuff from John&#8217;s fallow years after going through treatment. The manager only warmed up when John played &#8220;Border Song&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>It was just one of the ways in which John &#8211; one of the movie&#8217;s executive producers &#8211; seemed to be saying that his career without Bernie Taupin was never quite what it should have been. Every single non-John\/Taupin song is associated with failure, with bottoming out (as when &#8220;Victim of Love&#8221;, one of John&#8217;s most vapid songs, is playing in the background during a scene when he meets the partner in his ultimately sham 1984 marriage). In some ways, Taupin is every bit as much the star of the movie as John is.<\/p>\n<p>So I won&#8217;t be coy about it &#8211; it&#8217;s a lot better than I expected.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Over this past weekend, I saw the movie &#8220;Rocket Man&#8221;, the Elton John biopic. And while it was a good movie, as these things go &#8211; more below &#8211; it left me with one huge, nagging question unanswered. 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