Instead of the usual horror movie fare for the weekly Friday Night Horror Movie gathering, our hostess decided that everyone was tired and/or had a stressful week, so we were going to watch something else. We watched Rocketman, the biopic of Elton John.
Now, Elton John was part of the soundtrack of my childhood. I had the entire Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album memorized when I was 9 or 10. So I figured I'd enjoy the movie. What I hadn't realized was that it was a magical realism trip; essentially the love child of Velvet Goldmine and Moulin Rouge. In other words, I loved it, and I'm about to go buy a whole bunch of music from my childhood.
I would also be searching for tickets for his upcoming performance for the farewell tour, but I can't really justify $200+ for seats in the nosebleed section. Dammit, because I'd love to see him.
Now, Elton John was part of the soundtrack of my childhood. I had the entire Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album memorized when I was 9 or 10. So I figured I'd enjoy the movie. What I hadn't realized was that it was a magical realism trip; essentially the love child of Velvet Goldmine and Moulin Rouge. In other words, I loved it, and I'm about to go buy a whole bunch of music from my childhood.
I would also be searching for tickets for his upcoming performance for the farewell tour, but I can't really justify $200+ for seats in the nosebleed section. Dammit, because I'd love to see him.
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