Hold Me Closer Tiny Dancer
Today has to be one of the saddest days of my life. I just watched Elton John perform on Oprah. Look, I know he’s getting old…and I don’t expect him to go into seclusion like Garbo…but please…don’t try to sing when you can’t sing any longer. Let me live with my memories! “Your Song,” “Tiny Dancer,” “Bennie and the Jets,” “Crocodile Rock,” those are songs that conjure up flashbacks of beer bombs on the mountain…white Bonnie Bell pineapple scented lipstick…pale lilac and eggshell blue nail polish…wedge leather sandals…and your music blaring from the 8 track tape deck firmly installed (compliments of my brother) in the console of my ’73 Firebird! Don’t sing and take those memories away from me!!! You see, when you hear a certain song… your youth comes rushing back. Every time I hear the BeeGee’s “To Love Somebody,” I’m transformed back to the homecoming dance my sophomore year…with Jeff…whose Brut cologne was so strong that my eyes stung and teared up. (Fortunately, he thought I was just ...