Bound by Sound

Weren’t expecting that ending, were ya?

Yeah, I was a dim kid. Half the time I couldn’t understand lyrics; that’s a strip in itself. Hell, I just realized after 22 years that Jellyfish’s “He’s My Best Friend” was an ode to masturbation. (I thought it was a gay farce, I swear.)

In any case, some links to enhance your comic enjoyment:
– A brief rundown on Long John Baldry, Elton and Linda’s meeting, and Bernie Taupin’s discovery of Elton in the oven, with a decidedly modern religious bent. Also a bit of ironic bad news about one of Elton’s lovers that took his own life due to not being able to reconcile being gay and Christian.
– The apartment where everything took place.
– What Linda Hannon (née Woodrow) is up to, including aspirations to meet with Elton when he was in Fort Worth for a show.
– A retrospective about Baldry, who passed away in 2005.
And the Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy album art, for shits & giggles.

1975, you were such a flaming pile.

What struck me most about this song was…when so many other songs are about falling in love and breaking up and how bloody awful all that is, here was a song that celebrated getting out of a dead-end relationship and returning to what the musician really loved, something that would never let him down: his music. As someone who most likely wouldn’t be here without music, it hits pretty close to home.