Did Gaga Warm the Arena for Elton? The Bitch is Back!

I was gaga for Elton long before the Lady polished her first piano bench.

Just one more reason to file your taxes early. Good ol’ Reg Dwight, fondly known as British rock icon Elton John, will bring his greatest hits show to the KFC Yum! Center on April 15 which should put him smack in the middle of Derby hell, or heaven, depending on who you ask.

Wow, we’ve never had two queens in the city within one month’s time!

I do have some hopes to attend this concert but my real prayer is that he will keep as much clothing on as possible. But you gotta hand it to the guy, he’s “Still Standing.”

My sister drove in from Lexington by herself after scoring a ticket on Ebay. She has seen almost every Elton John concert in 30 years that was in a 200 mile radius and is a blinded-by-the-glam follower of Adam Lambert. It was not what I’d call a natural progression to latch on to GaGa but I can’t think of any other words to describe her fervor. Now, that’s a polite word.
Like a good sibling, I offered her a place to crash after the concert. I would be at the St. Patrick’s Day parade in the Highlands and men in kilts or the iron worker’s float would be as much lusting as I could handle for an afternoon. Here’s what the average marcher observed. Aye!

I carefully prepared the guest futon and thoughtfully put away my favorite nightshirt, a big U of L Cardinals tee in respect of her love for the Cats. Turns out, she was on top of the world after the show and drove straight back to Lex singing “Born This Way” at the top of her lungs.

As of this post, she hasn’t heard about the Elton John show yet. This kind of concert might get to be a regular happening so I’ll keep her bedroll handy.

From the Eagles to Elton, these successful bookings should open the floodgates for even more superstars to come on down to Louisville. Okay, nix “floodgates,” too close to the river.  Open the door. There.

I have never seen Elton John but I’m a lifelong fan of his recordings. Along with most of my peers in high school ( by Louisville law, I have to state: Eastern High, class of ’74), I got to class with “Tumbleweed Connection” still buzzing in our brains. Not that many of us freaks in the parking lot didn’t emerge in puffs of smoke from Econoline vans with “Take Me to the Pilot” and “Levon” getting us through the day. Until lunch, anyway.

Back then, Elton was a hairy-chested little oddkin in feathers, sequins and rose-colored goggles. Now, he’s a plump oddkin in ill-fitting suits. No clue on the current state of his hairy chest and the eyewear is much more expensive now, but this talented composer is certainly one of rock music’s most generous philanthropists for HIV/AIDS research as well as one of the mainstays of GLBT advocacy.

Thanks.

He’s also married to his partner of 12 years, David Furnish, and they are the proud adoptive parents of Zachary Jackson Levon Furnish-John. This child will have his first piano as soon as he can sit up. He probably won’t have to wait as long as I did to play with glitter as Lady Gaga has been named a godmother.

At least her name will be easy and fun for an infant to pronounce.

Not sure if lyricist Bernie Taupin is still in tow for Elton’s tours but I’ve always wanted to shake the hand that wrote all those songs. Given my financial status, I might have to hear about his show on the 11:00 news.

So hit the “Yellow Brick Road” to the box office and get those tix. Thankfully, Bic lighters are still cheap.