Elton John Biopic in the works

 

The idea of an Elton John biopic has been around for a while now, but it sounds like the stars are aligning and casting will get started soon.

That’s probably one of the hardest tasks in making a movie about Sir Elton, who is worthy to play the artist?

According to Under The Gun Review, the film, currently titled ‘Rocketman”, is being developed right now by director Michael Gracey and executive producer Elton John.

The work is being described as “a biographical musical fantasy that weaves together the life of Sir Elton John and his music. “

A front runner in the casting is a relatively unknown Tom Hardy, who played Bane in “The Dark Knight Rises”.

Good Bar Scene With Elton Sequence

 

Musical Memory Spark-Jimi Hendrix

I read on Twitter  that it was on this day in 1967 that Jimi Hendrix began recording “Purple Haze’ in London.

Boy, that gave me a “Musical Memory Spark.”

Have you had one of those?  A “Musical Memory Spark” as I like to call it, happens when you are reading about an artist or hearing a song you haven’t heard in a long time and suddenly you’re transported back to that moment when you FIRST heard it..or it really started to resonate with you.

A good memory hopefully…sparked by music.  Another example-last week I heard the news that Gerry Rafferty had died, and I was transported back to those days cranking out the “Baker Street” 45 on my old K-mart turntable.

Hence-“Musical Memory Spark” I really should trademark that.

The first time I really heard Jimi Hendrix and connected with his music was at a retreat for catechism class. As a recovering catholic-I went through the whole rigmarole of confirmation, I think it was 6th or 7th grade.

Anyways, I’m out in the boonies somewhere for this weekend of catholic teachings.  But I got an education of another sort, a musical awaking if you will…. something that has never left me.  The memory of a good jam and the first time I heard it.  I can smell the campfire, hear the bugs buzzing, and feel the rusting swing chains gripped tightly in my hands.

I had snuck out with some kid for a smoke, started swinging on the swings and someone brought out their jam box loaded with Jimi.  (And Rainbow too, I went through a whole Ritchie Blackmore phase for a while, that’s another tale)

Jimi Hendrix just blew my mind.  I hadn’t heard him much before that.  I knew who he was, and as a Prince fan, I knew that his “Purpleness” got some of his vibe from Jimi.   I could see why, and I’ve been hooked ever since.  I live in his hometown now and I often flashback to that fateful night when there’s a blurb on the news somewhere about him.

I just realized my mother would not be happy if she found out THAT’s all I got out of the church retreat, ha ha.

Thanks to History By Day, who I follow on Twitter @historyday for the seed for today’s post.  Sometimes, that’s all it takes, you just have to take the time to make it grow. 🙂

Panic in Detroit Rock City

Today, I was sent a link to probably one of the best articles I have ever read about Detroit. It’s an article in Sports Illustrated written by Mitch Albom. Yes, it’s a little long and schmaltzy…but any Detroiter, former Detroiter or anyone who wonders what the heck it’s like to live in the Detroit area should read it. It certainly has made me ponder. It’s nice to know there are others who feel like I do.

It’s hard to be a Detroiter. I guess I’m a former Detroiter since I don’t live there anymore, but I think it’s kinda like being a recovering Catholic. It will always be in you; no matter how hard you distance your self or try to deny it, it will always be a part of your makeup.

Detroit and its suburbs will always be “home”…in that Hallmark “home is where the heart is place.” I was born there, grew up there, spent my best years in radio there. My family and some great friends are still scattered about all over area. Detroit’s a giant metro region that is very spread out. It can take you an hour or more to drive from the east side to the west side. There’s no such thing as public transportation, something I knew nothing about until I moved to the NYC area. And either you get it or you don’t. I suppose it helps when you’ve spent a long time there.

And you can love it or hate it. I know a lot of people that left and never looked back. I know alot of people who want to leave but can’t. I left 10 years ago and more or less always check behind me. Sometimes I’m embarrassed and frustrated to admit I’m from there and every once in awhile I want everyone I know to just leave already. But most of the time I keep up on what’s going on. I still root for the sports teams, although I really don’t like to own up to the Lions anymore. I love Vernor’s ginger ale (which you can buy in Seattle ironically) and crave Coney Islands, (hot dog’s with chili), Olga’s (sort of a gyro) and Sander’s cream puff hot fudge sundaes (self explanatory ☺). Yes we are a fat bunch, ha ha. But Michigan summers truly are legendary.

Back in town over the New Year holiday, I got used to having to drive everywhere again. The roads are generally a joy to drive on, and they keep ‘em cleared for the most part in the winter. Yes, there are potholes and what not, but you can drive 70 MPH in most places on the freeway!

And despite it all, people are still nice and friendly; as if all they have left to give is a smile and a kind word and they’re gonna flaunt it.It’s funny, because sometimes I tell people I’m from Detroit and they think I’m all tough. But if I say I’m from Michigan they just shrug a bit. It certainly is a sad little city, and the butt of so many jokes as Mitch said in his article.

it’s the place that built my backbone; my foundation my spirit, and I’m realizing you can take the girl out of Detroit, but man that Motown is still flowin’!