Record #149: Elton John – Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only the Piano Player (1973)

There is only one Elton John. Even when he is mimicking Bobby Vee (Crocodile Rock) or Van Morrison (High Flying Bird) or T-Rex (I’m Gonna Be a Teenage Idol), there is no mistaking his pounding piano chords or his smooth-as-smoke singing voice. Even between the hard rock of Midnight Creeper, the Caribbean opener Daniel, and the over-the-top symphonic blues of Have Mercy on the Criminal, every track is distinctly Sir Elton, even on an album that pushes the limits of what “distinctily Elton” means.

Record #144: The Eagles – Hotel California (1976)

 

Let me tell you about Hell, my friends.

Hell is not a lake of fire. It is not ceaseless torture. No, Hell is a place where everyone is a musician, and everyone is good, and everyone is supportive of eachother. Everyone is always writing new songs and performing them for eachother, and everyone is dabbling in new genres and techniques, and everyone loves it.

But every song, despite how it starts, EVERY song turns into Hotel California, with that obnoxious, top-of-the-range, “welcome to the ‘otell Caaaaalifornia!”

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