After the show, I waited outside the stage door with my friend, Roz. For about twenty minutes, with perhaps a dozen others, we waited. Then, the door popped open and a stagehand said, “Elton says you can come in now,” ushering us into the bowels of the Theatre Royal on Drury Lane. Thirty-five years. Damn. Still the best birthday ever. (And two days later, we met again. And on his last night in London, he dedicated “Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word” to “Shavawn. She’s from America and she’s been here for several shows.”) The point is, I made something that others deemed impossible, happen. I. Did. That. … More Believe
I usually just blog once a week, but I felt like sharing my birthday greeting for Elton here… My favorite rock ‘n’ roller is 65 today… I’ve been an Elton John fan for forty years, if you can believe it! I had Tiger Beat photos of him all over the inside of my locker in … More Happy Birthday Mr. John!