Well...
I did see a couple things
Wait, what?
There’s more.
Oh good, I can use some distractions.
(and I wasn’t in the mood for roast Minstrel, just now either)
Carry on.
I like the path less taken
from time to time.
If you have time, it’s usually more interesting.
Unless you figure out along the way, that there’s a good reason for it to be less taken.
(but even then, you’ll have a good story)
I did smile at this foot bridge:
Don’t know that it’d phase a spirit much but it may be a potentiall comical deturant for the habitually Cell-Phone dependent among us (and it is more visually appealing then a streight walkway).
Where’s the goose?
How many times did you ring it?
(pretty sure someone would have to drag me away)
Both restrooms were out of order.
Poop.
Or not…
People ask me for directions.
And always when I'm on vacation.
Must be that look of constipation.
Makes you seem like you’ve been studying up on things.
Say that fast five times!
That
That
That
That
That
Almost too much for the eye to take in.
The intricacy is stunning.
The details carved into
the wood are insane.
And that’s almost an understatement.
My sister owned his first
Greatest Hits album
(on vinyl... when it wasn't
just hip, but the only medium)
You’re forgetting about 8-Tracks
Borrow?
Siblings don’t “borrow” things from each other…
(take when she
wasn't home)
There it is…
Welcome to the normal family dynamic.
(Not WiFi... Hi Fi.
Google it, kids.)
You lost me…
I looked, but “wifi” isn’t listed in my good hardbound 1500 page 1977 dictionary.
Guess I’ll have bust out the cross index and look that up in the Britannica (along with that there “Google” thingy you mentioned) once I get home this evening.
I hopped on the subway
(first time in Toronto!)
and made my way downtown
where my sister works.
Had to sneak past the security infrastructure to get in there too, didn’t ya’?
I find it sad that we live
in an era where precautions
have to be taken against
people who can drive and
are certifiably insane.
Agreed, but…
I ain’t so sure that hiring the certifiably insane to participate in the attempted thwarting of the certifiably insane is necessarily the most appropriate method of implementing a solution.
Soon, they opened the doors
and we made our way inside.
Translation: Ran willy-nilly like a seven-year-old whilst screaming nonsensically at the top of ones lungs
Just before we did, the doorman
turned away a man and his date.
I wonder if he was trying to sneak in
or had been scammed with a fake ticket.
Gott’a watch for the ticket-scam thing.
You won’t know that they’re bogus until you get to the door.
And in truth, I can’t say with certainty that the ones I purchased are bona fide.
There’s no way to check that I know of.
And while I’ve never had a problem with such (nor worried about it before), when we go in March, it will be the first concert I’ve ever attended where I believe that it could be a distinct possibility.
And then...
The lights dimmed
and went dark.
Go into the light!
Spotlights centered on the piano.
Elton John sat quietly and...
...brought his hands down.
On one chord.
Gmaj7 to be exact.
(of course the voicing of it is also quite specific)
Thus recreating the GYBR recording.
Nice.
"Bernie would write the lyrics in one room
and then I would go in another room
to do the melody.
I need me a Bernie…
The music I can do, but I hate trying to write lyrics.
We never wrote a single song
in the same room together.
Maybe that's why we've stayed
together for fifty years."
It likely wasn’t a hindrance, to be sure.
"I cut out the part that explains
what the whole song is about."
Didn’t know that one.
Interesting story.
Then again, it’s hardly the only tune written that makes no real sense.
Suddenly, the entire band stopped playing
and the only sound was the percussionist
smacking out a beat.
And the entire crowd sang:
"La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la!"
It’s a good trope for those few acts and those few songs where this just happens naturally.
(and sometimes uncontrollably)
Soon after, the final song
was sung and Elton left the stage.
The crowd cheered
And waved their cell phones around in the air
(all of which were displaying videos of a either a Bic or a Zippo)…
And with that, Elton glided up
a ramp and through a door
that had opened in the screen.
Don’t go into the light!!!!
I don't like how my idols and heroes
are getting older.
Tell me about it…
Time should just stand still.
And for a little while, that night.
It did.
Nice summation, there.
Did you see it in this chapter?
It was as if I were looking at myself in a mirror…
.