What do we really know about Elton John?
There's an incident from early on in Elton John’s career that reminds us how peculiar it has been. The year was 1970. At the time, John was a pudgy, morose 22-year-old, a nobody on the English music scene who’d been able to record an album, Empty Sky, that had gone nowhere. His second album, self-titled, came out that spring. The first single from it, “Border Song,” was a flop. His label dug out a non-album track, “Rock and Roll Madonna,” as the second single. It was ignored. The label went back to the album, poked around some more, and made a third try, with a song called “Take Me to the Pilot.”
It wasn’t a hit.
By this time, John had finished a third album, Tumbleweed Connection, which was released that October. But then late in the year some radio DJs began to play the B-side of the “Pilot” single, which wasn’t a typical practice at the time. The B-side was a forlorn-sounding piano-based track. The first words of the song went, “It’s a little bit funny / This feeling inside …”
A few months later, in early 1971, “Your Song” was a top-ten hit in both the U.S. and the U.K., and is a standard today. Isn’t it weird that no one—no label execs, marketers, or journos—thought it was a single back then, or even notable? For some reason, even experienced music industry people at the time couldn’t “hear” the song.
Diese Geschichte stammt aus der October 29, 2018-Ausgabe von New York magazine.
Starten Sie Ihre 7-tägige kostenlose Testversion von Magzter GOLD, um auf Tausende kuratierte Premium-Storys sowie über 8.000 Zeitschriften und Zeitungen zuzugreifen.
Bereits Abonnent ? Anmelden
Diese Geschichte stammt aus der October 29, 2018-Ausgabe von New York magazine.
Starten Sie Ihre 7-tägige kostenlose Testversion von Magzter GOLD, um auf Tausende kuratierte Premium-Storys sowie über 8.000 Zeitschriften und Zeitungen zuzugreifen.
Bereits Abonnent? Anmelden
Trapped in Time
A woman relives the same day in a stunning Danish novel.
Polyphonic City
A SOFT, SHIMMERING beauty permeates the images of Mumbai that open Payal Kapadia's All We Imagine As Light. For all the nighttime bustle on display-the heave of people, the constant activity and chaos-Kapadia shoots with a flair for the illusory.
Lear at the Fountain of Youth
Kenneth Branagh's production is nipped, tucked, and facile.
A Belfast Lad Goes Home
After playing some iconic Americans, Anthony Boyle is a beloved IRA commander in a riveting new series about the Troubles.
The Pluck of the Irish
Artists from the Indiana-size island continue to dominate popular culture. Online, they've gained a rep as the \"good Europeans.\"
Houston's on Houston
The Corner Store is like an upscale chain for downtown scene-chasers.
A Brownstone That's Pink Inside
Artist Vivian Reiss's Murray Hill house of whimsy.
These Jeans Made Me Gay
The Citizens of Humanity Horseshoe pants complete my queer style.
Manic, STONED, Throttle, No Brakes
Less than six months after her Gagosian sölu show, the artist JAMIAN JULIANO-VILLAND lost her gallery and all her money and was preparing for an exhibition with two the biggest living American artists.
WHO EVER THOUGHT THAT BRIGHT PINK MEAT THAT LASTS FOR WEEKS WAS A GOOD IDEA?
Deli Meat Is Rotten