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Elton John

Big disappointment, that Elton John. I’d been expecting his autobiography, Me, to contain a chapter gratefully acknowledging all the people who wrote about him with warmth and enthusiasm in the British music weeklies at a time when he couldn’t get arrested on Denmark Street. I’m thinking of Penny Valentine, Lon Goddard, Caroline Boucher. And, yes… me.

How soon, how completely, they forget.

For the benefit of readers who don’t get British irony: I’m joking. To an extent, anyway. But I interviewed him several times in 1970, his annus mirabilis; the first occasion, on April 7, seems notable in retrospect because he actually made his way by himself to the Melody Maker office on Fleet Street in order to be interviewed. He was that obscure. He was also a nice chap: quiet, seemingly modest and happy to talk about the music he loved, particularly the Band and Robbie Robertson. Later in the summer I bumped into him backstage at a rock festival — it might have been the one in early August at Plumpton racecourse — and after we’d said hello I asked him how things were going. I’ve never forgotten the substance of his reply.

Well, he said, he’d been giving it some thought and he’d decided to make his act more dramatic, more extrovert, more theatrical. More like the Jagger with the Stones, maybe. You know, get some costumes, leap about a bit more. He liked that kind of thing.

I was a bit flabbergasted. I looked at him. He was wearing his usual gear, something completely unobtrusive in that dressed-down environment, maybe jeans and some sort of brown jacket. I might even have said, “What on earth do you want to do that for?” But he was insistent. Heigh ho, I thought. Fair enough, if that’s really what he wants. But it seemed a bit of a shame. It wasn’t really the way the world was going.

Two years later he was at the Hollywood Bowl in an outfit covered in white marabou feathers, taking a stage occupied by five grand pianos whose lids flew open to release dozens of white doves, with an audience going wild. So there we are.

I never saw any of the tours where his love of flamboyance was on full display. In fact the two best Elton John gigs I ever attended were memorable for everything except his own performance. The first of them is something else that doesn’t get a mention in Me.

It was on October 30, 1970 at the Revolution Club in Bruton Place, just off Berkeley Square — a Mayfair alternative to the Speakeasy as a late-night hangout for rock musicians on the way up, and also sometimes a place where record companies put on showcase gigs. This night was a double showcase. Elton and his band — Dee Murray on bass and Nigel Olsson on drums — had just returned from their breakthrough in the US, where every star in Hollywood had turned up to see them at the Troubadour. (“Dylan Digs Elton!” was the front-page headline in the Melody Maker — a Ray Coleman special.) They were about to go back the next day, but their record label wanted the British media to see them in their new, confident flowering.

The evening was shared with Randy Newman, brought over by Warner Brothers to promote his second album, the great 12 Songs. By that time I was a lot more interested in Randy Newman than Elton John, so I turned up in a mood of great anticipation. By the time Randy came on the drinks had been flowing for a while and the assembled company — all embroidered denim, satin loon pants and Anello & Davide snakeskin boots — had been tucking into the free canapés. The waitresses were dashing round filling glasses and taking orders. Seated at ringside tables, the audience chattered away.

Randy sidled on to the stage and sat down. He gave no sign of being impressed by the significance of the occasion. He had his owlish glasses on, and his pursed expression, and he seemed to be in the clothes he’d worn on the flight over from LA. He started into his first song without ceremony, and then did another one. I’m pretty sure they were “Mama Told Me Not to Come” and “Lover’s Prayer”. They were wonderful. He hadn’t said a word. But the conversations were still going on, and the waitresses were still circulating busily.

Still without a word, he changed the mood, going back to his first album for “I Think It’s Going to Rain Today”, a song of despair for the human condition. First verse: quiet, intense, spellbinding if you happened to be listening. Still the ringside noise went on. Second verse: “Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles / With frozen smiles chase love away…” And he lifted his hands from the keyboard, paused for a couple of seconds, very quietly said, “That’s all, folks,” and got up and walked off. Most of the audience barely noticed his departure.

I’ve never admired Randy Newman as much as I did that night. For me, it was a perfectly judged reaction to the environment in which he found himself. Extraordinarily brave, too, in the circumstances. That’s not how a new artist with a major record company behind him is expected to behave when they’ve been flown 5,000 miles for a showcase gig. A little while later Elton and his band were rocking out, getting an ovation from people keen not to be missing out on what looked like being the latest sensation.

Elton owns up to the second memorable gig, at Wembley Stadium on June 21, 1975, a night when he topped the bill but might as well not have turned up at all. On that glorious midsummer’s afternoon the Beach Boys grabbed the sunshine and simply wiped out the headliner. It became a music-business legend how, after their exhilarating surf-ride from one hit to another, Elton’s attempt to present the unfamiliar songs from the brand-new Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy turned into a catastrophe. Almost from the start the audience were making for the exits like thousands of iron filings drawn by powerful magnets.

Maybe it was a kind of widescreen karmic revenge for the time at the Albert Hall, five years earlier, when he’d done to Sandy Denny and Fotheringay what the Beach Boys did to him. That’s something else he owns up to in Me, which is so expertly ghostwritten by Alexis Petridis, the Guardian‘s chief rock critic, that the reader never pauses to consider that the vividly remembered anecdotes, so amusingly drenched in self-mockery, aren’t coming directly from the man whose name is on the cover.

You’ve probably read the extracts and the reviews, which concentrate — understandably enough — on the vast quantities of coke and sex and some of the dafter things that can happen to a chubby boy from Pinner, like dancing to “Rock Around the Clock” with the Queen of England and having an epic row with Tina Turner. It’s a cracking read on that level alone. But in the final chapters you’ll find a lot of very moving stuff about less exotic subjects: doing the school run, getting treated for cancer, that kind of thing.

I wanted more detail about what was discovered when he subjected his dealings with his longest-serving manager to an independent audit in 1998. I also think it would have been a graceful gesture to have identified the local-paper journalist who tipped him off in 1974 that Watford FC could do with his help, since it led to a period of great personal happiness. And I wish he’d said a bit more about the music, and the musicians who worked with him along the way and never became famous. But that’s just me.

* Me is published by Macmillan.

28 Comments Post a comment
  1. Evan Parker #

    The great story about him wanting to steal all of Elton Dean’s name and Elton saying, “That’s a bit strong Reg.”

    November 9, 2019
  2. Kate #

    I wonder if we’ll ever find out the details of that Reid audit. I imagine there was a NDA signed as part of the financial settlement.

    I would also guess that he owed quite a bit more than he actually paid up. And that some of his other acts would have been wise to audit him too.

    November 9, 2019
  3. Wonderful anecdotes! Thanks Richard.

    November 9, 2019
  4. Gary #

    had you posted this yesterday i would have suggested Watford need him back

    November 9, 2019
  5. Extremely enjoyable post! Thank you for writing and sharing your memories.

    November 9, 2019
  6. Michael Stopps #

    Brilliant Richard, thank you!

    November 9, 2019
  7. Andy #

    I like Elton John but I’ve only seen him once live. It was at Crystal Palace Bowl “Garden Party” circa 1971 where he headlined over Yes, Fairports, Rory Gallagher and a few others. I can’t remember which album he was promoting but it a was deeply boring set consisting of unfamiliar songs and, again, people left in their thousands, including myself.

    November 9, 2019
  8. Mick Steels #

    Seem to remember an esteemed critic of the time comparing “Border Song” very favourably with “Let it Be”

    November 9, 2019
  9. Adam Glasser #

    Great details and anecdotes thank you Richard. I dont suppose the biog mentions the ‘Elton John Benefit Concert’ organised by Django Bates at the old Vortex venue in Stoke Newington? If my memory is correct money was raised and offered to make an ironic point about lack of funds for jazz venues …

    November 9, 2019
  10. Sedat Nemli #

    Great article, thank you Richard.
    I was at Wembley on June 21, 1975 and remember that exhilarating brief pause during “Surf’s Up” just before Beach Boys broke in to the spine-tingling “Child is Father to the Man” chorus!
    Incidentally, was that Jim Guercio on bass?

    November 9, 2019
    • Paul Dunn #

      I was there too, & yes it was!

      Also the late “Captain” Daryl Dragon on keyboards

      November 10, 2019
      • Sedat Nemli #

        Thank you, Paul!

        November 11, 2019
  11. Nick Logan #

    Never an Elton John fan but lovely, thoughtful piece Richard. The Randy Newman passage especially memorable. Reminds me of when I ticked off Rod Stewart in an NME review for talking over and acting up when Livingston Taylor played the Speakeasy. He called me at home, pushed by his management I assume, and was so cringing in his apology I don’t know which of us was more embarrassed. I’ve remembered it and pretty sure he hasn’t so it’s me I guess.

    November 9, 2019
  12. Geoff Nickolds #

    Thanks Richard. absolutely right re Wembley ’75. Audience were singing along to the instrumental breaks for the Beach Boys, let alone the choruses. They were also preceded by The Eagles and Joe Walsh. we stayed on for Elton John, but don’t recall any of it…

    November 10, 2019
  13. Enjoyed this post very much. Reminded me of how much I loved this beautifully written Elton-related post by Wreckless Eric from his own blog, which deserves a wider audience:

    November 10, 2019
  14. Polly McDonald #

    Such a lovely evocative post. Anello & Davide boots, the Revolution etc. I was also delighted you talked about Elton’s early attire, I have a vivid memory of seeing him playing on TV and thinking how unusual it was for a musician to be in such plain and ordinary clothes. No-one believes me and I thought I must be making it up so am pleased and relieved to know I am not losing my mind. Thank you. x

    November 10, 2019
  15. Martin Hayman #

    What a great reminiscence Richard! And how good to see a mention of the late Penny Valentine who was such a staunch supporter of Elton’s. (Caroline Boucher too?) That early-70s London scene – and Elton’s US debut in LA – are vividly depicted in the Rocketman film. We seemed to have him on the front about one week in three at that period.

    November 10, 2019
  16. Elton #

    Oh Richard fantastic.
    Nice one.
    Memories like the corner of my mind, someone once sang.
    Yeah and selective memories at that.
    Shame it would have made for an even more interesting book.
    Nay mind.
    from Elton.
    No not that Elton.
    I am ten years before our Elton. born 1960.
    Oh and yes second name is John.
    Oh and partner David as well.


    November 10, 2019
  17. roger #

    I was also at that Wembley Stadium concert and ,yes, the Beach Boys stole it. I remember their gig but recall nothing of Elton John’s effort. We just sat through it bored. It was a real comedown after the Beach Boys, who were really the act we went to see anyway. I think Joe Walsh also performed, but again, not memorable.

    November 10, 2019
  18. Haven’t read ME yet as still battling through Martin Chuzzlewit – a real cliffhanger. But can understand your desire to point out a few home truths to EJ. However, I must say Elton treated me very kindly when Interviewed him at home. He offered lunch and his mum made us beans on toast. An act of generosity never to be forgotten as dear old Tom Pinch might say of his esteemed guardian Pecksniff. CHRIS

    November 10, 2019
  19. GuitarSlinger #

    Playing ‘ Devils Advocate ” I’ll simply state … after ” MadMan Across the Water ” I lost all interest in Elton as he morphed into yet another in a long line of pop music sellouts … abandoning talent in order to bow to the almighty dollar for 30 pieces of silver . Worse yet was his later years of touring where he became as Neil Youngputs it … a ” Holographic Skeleton ” of his former self

    Apologies .. but somebody had to say it … and it might as well be … me


    November 10, 2019
    • Sedat Nemli #

      I would even suggest “Tumbleweed Connection” …

      November 11, 2019
  20. Ian Birch #

    Great piece. Much enjoyed it.

    November 11, 2019
  21. Paul Tickell #

    I am probably with Nick Logan regarding levels of enthusiasm for the work of Elton John – whom I once asked to spell his name! In early 1999 I was house-sitting for a friend who was out of London – abroad for a month or two. One night about 11pm the landline went. I asked the caller if I could take a message. He mumbled something I interpreted as “Alton” so I asked him if he could “spell that?”. The phone went down pretty quickly the other end. The following day my friend rang. There was an irate message from Elton John on her mobile asking who the “psychopath” was in her house… Not enough of an anecdote to be in Elton’s autobiography but it will be in mine!

    Isn’t James Guercio the musician also he who directed the excellent and rather neglected film Electra Glide In Blue (1973)?

    November 11, 2019
    • Nick Logan #

      Love that story Paul.

      November 11, 2019
    • Tim Adkin #

      It was indeed the same Guercio who was behind ‘Electra Glide…’ he was also responsible for unleashing/inflicting(dependent on taste – and you can have both) Chicago (Transit Authority) on the world in his role as their manager/producer/Svengali. In fact certain members of the band appear in the film. It was all very incestuous as the Beach Boys sing on one of Chicago’s last half way decent records: ‘Wishing You Were Here’.

      November 15, 2019
  22. A fantastic read – absorbing, funny, informative – thanks Richard. A knock-out.

    November 11, 2019
  23. Great review Richard, especially the opening, and I too was deeply disappointed that EJ didn’t acknowledge the review I gave him at the damp and miserable Krumlin Festival near Halifax in August of 1970, even though he mentions Krumlin in the book. After his set I sought him out backstage to ask the names of his songs, and he seemed delighted that an MM reporter was taking an interest in him. EJ was the star of the event, or words to that effect, I wrote in my Caught In The Act. Still, he didn’t forget for the next few years anyway and always made me welcome in his company while I was on the paper, no matter how big a star he became.
    I reviewed the book on my blog too, btw.

    November 13, 2019

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