Elton John

This Elton John autobiography is the best one I've read (or actually, heard) since I read Willie Nelson's It's a Long Story: My Life. I wasn't sure I'd love this book after Elton referred to a “housewives' choice ballad.” I am, among many other things, a housewife, and I like some ballads. Oh well, once I got past that, I loved this book. Elton John, and I'm going to take the liberty of calling him Elton, had a rough childhood. And he grew up knowing that having a bad temper was a show more natural way of life. He wasn't always a nice person, but then, who of us is ALWAYS a nice person?

Elton is remarkably candid about himself and his life. And he has an equally remarkable sense of self-awareness, a hard earned attribute. He is incredibly funny, especially when he is poking fun at himself. He quotes Roger Ebert about his first sound track, calling it “a sickening piece of corrupt slop” but not all the critics enjoyed it as much as that.

Elton does a lot of name-dropping but it doesn't come across as “look at me – see who I know!” Of course, if you are Elton John, you are usually the name-dropee, not the name-dropper. I enjoyed hearing about the people in his life, has lifelong friendships, the people who came and went and sometimes back into his life. I enjoyed hearing how his life has changed, how he has matured, what kind of person he is now.

For the most part, Elton did not read the book but the narrator. Taron Egerton, made you forget that. Altogether, this is a very funny, very heartfelt, and thoroughly enjoyable book. show less

In the early 70s, probably on a summer day, I was hanging out with my cousin, who is 2 years older and he put an album called Honky Chateau on his turntable. This was my introduction to Elton John and it blew me away. I don't think I had ever heard anything quite like it. It was so fresh and inventive, at least to my young ears. I followed John faithfully, through the next several years, as he piled on the hits and became one of the biggest rock stars on earth.
With this wonderful and show more engaging memoir, it brought all those fond memories back. It begins with his childhood and his difficult parents, (both are real stinkers, to put it mildly) but it did make him the artist that he became. His fateful meet up with his song-writing partner, Bernie Taupin, is one the great “happy” accidents in rock n' roll history. He shares incredible anecdotes about the rock hierarchy, of those times, becoming close friends with John Lennon and Freddy Mercury. Of course, his intense drug addiction and recovery are also examined, along with his sexuality and his involvement with the AIDs crisis. In the later chapters he talks about his marriage and his children, all beautifully rendered, like the rest of the book, in an easy narrative style filled with humor, honesty and warmth. I think this one will go down as one of the best rock memoirs...period.

**This was awesome on audiobook, narrated by the actor who played John in the biopic "Rocketman". show less

I have been an Elton John fan all my life after borrowing the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album from my sister and never giving it back. I had a major crush on Elton John, and I fell in love with the music, the collaboration of Elton John and Bernie Taupin. Their songs told stories with often tragic characters.

I have seen Rocketman, the biopic that came out around the time of Me, the memoir I just finished, so I was somewhat aware of the sex, drugs and rock and roll aspect of Elton's life. show more What I wasn't prepared for, perhaps, was the gossipy, b****y side of Elton; he can be downright mean. But he is also funny and often self-deprecating as well as completely honest about his addictions from drugs to sex to shopping as well as his terrible temper.

And, if he did brag a bit, he IS Elton John after all. He chose a variety of stories that showed him at both his best and worst. Besides getting behind the scenes looks at his concerts over the years, we learn about his relationships with family, friends, and the famous and *very* famous including an odd frenemy kind of thing with Rod Stewart. We follow his struggles with substance abuse and his success in getting clean. And, we see him finally get what he never thought he could have: a real family.

I enjoyed the book, learning more about Elton and feeling nostalgic for the times he describes, especially the creation of the early albums I adore. show less

This was a book that I really wanted to read, yet stalled on reading for years. Elton and I have had...a long and strange relationship.

More than fifty years ago, right around the time I was in Grade Six, a scrawny, shy, insecure kid, I somehow got my hands first on a badly recorded cassette tape that I could only play on one of those really crappy cassette recorder. It was Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, and I literally couldn't get enough of the album. Within a few weeks, I'd saved up enough show more allowance to go out and pay the outrageous $10 for the double album. I'd listen to that album from first song to last, over and over and over again. To this day, almost 52 years later, I know every note, every beat, every lyric.

In fact, I was so fascinated with this album, I completely missed his follow-up, Caribou, released nine months later. I was young. I didn't realize artists would continue to release albums.

Flash forward to the end of Grade Seven, and a buddy of mine had literally pulled out a two-page spread that showed the cover for the new Elton John album, the evocatively titled Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy. That cover was magnificent, better than the Yellow Brick Road cover. I hadn't heard a note of it, but I had to have it.

To this day, fifty years and two months later (as I write this), I still believe it's the best album of Elton John's career. So good that, quite honestly, though I'd heard all of his subsequent releases, I never bought another album by him. Why bother? I had his two best.

But along the way, Elton John became my first "favourite" musical personality. I had posters on my wall of him, as the Pinball Wizard, a bigger print of that Captain Fantastic cover. I read the cheesy biographies of him. I worshipped him. When I spent the entire summer three hours from home with my stepbrother, I brought exactly one album: Captain Fantastic.

I lost interest in his late 70s and 80s output, and the next time I saw him was in the truly awful Tantrums and Tiaras. Quite frankly, it completely turned me off him for years (though I still played the hell out of those early albums).

My interest was piqued once again when I watched the fresh-from-rehab Robert Downey Jr lipsync to I Want Love in the video. It was a good song. Then the brilliant This Train Don't Stop There Anymore. Not long after that came the follow up to Captain Fantastic... The Captain and the Kid. And suddenly I was buying Elton John albums again.

Which is a ridiculously long introduction into why I wanted to read this book, but also didn't want to. I'd absolutely adored Elton John, and then I'd seen him, warts and all, in the Tantrums documentary and was utterly disappointed in him. What would this book do?

Turns out, it details the rise of a shy, insecure, slightly overweight, mentally abused musical prodigy into not just a household name, but also into one-half of one of the most important and well-loved music-writing teams in the world. Elton John and Bernie Taupin are a force.

Yes, Elton is still the spoiled, rich guy who has the most ridiculous tantrums over the most inane things, but now I see that he relates these both with all the chagrin and wry humility and shakes of his head that each deserves. They're stupid. He knows they're stupid. And yet, on he goes...until he comes to his senses. It's not enough for him to learn from them, but at least there's the acknowledgement that he knows they're ridiculous.

Once again, due to his stratospheric stardom, he can get away with it, which is sad in its own way. But, credit where credit's due, he's also experienced a life most of us can't even conceive of...and he acknowledges that most of the more insane situations he's found himself in, he was the one digging his own hole and then pulling the soil down on top of himself.

He's an interesting character, and where I once adored and revered him (and even did a school essay on his life entitled "Elton John: Superstar"), and then learned to be both disappointed and disgusted at his apparent immaturity, it seems we've both mellowed into old age where we can appreciate the highs and forgive (if not forget) the lows.

And through it all, I still regularly bust out both Yellow Brick Road and, more often, Captain Fantastic, and find just as much enjoyment of them in my sixties as I did when I was in my very early teens.

And I'm thankful that I am still able to enjoy the hell out of them when the come from the end of the world to my town. show less