#bernie taupin imagine

[chickensoup1025]

Fake dating trope for oumota would go so hard cause they're both amazing actors.

[just-two-blokes]

Two of the most fascinating artists for me are Sir Elton Hercules John and Bernie Taupin.

Like: What do you mean, Bernie wrote the lyrics and Elton composed the songs by just looking at the lyrics and imagining the notes in his head?

[rocketrecord]

From Jackie issues 497 and 498, published 14th and 21st of July 1973. Transcription under the cut because why not

PART ONE: THE first time I met Elton John's mother, Sheila, she was busy making baked beans on toast for everyone who was visiting his house, Hercules, on the Wentworth estate just outside London.

Elton quickly explained that baked beans on toast, no matter how successful he was these days, was still one of his favourite meals!

Elton's mother is now moving to a house nearby, so she doesn't have to travel so far to see him.

Also when Elton is away, as he frequently is these days, his mother always stays in his home to look after it for him.

Sheila remembers her son's expertise at cooking when he was younger. She may now still cook him a quick beans on toast, and John Reid his manager and friend may make the grander meals, but Elton used to be and still is an expert at baking.

"When he was at school and I was out at work I often used to come home and find the kitchen full of flour and pots and pans, and there were all these cakes!"

Elton's mother remembers too that he first started playing the piano at an amazingly early age.

"He was playing all the pop tunes when he was three. We used to send him to bed, then he'd get up and play at family parties. The funny thing is that I can't play the piano myself, but my father played old military music

"When he was a bit irritated as a baby my husband would let him beat on the piano -Elton's little legs used to be hanging from the piano stool! In those days, of course, you weren't allowed to perform in public before you were 13 years old. I think without that law he could have been a child star. He could have won several talent shows I'm sure.

"It was when he was about eight years-old that he lost interest in music totally because he had the wrong teacher, but I managed to find a new one when he was 10 or 11 years old and she let him play all the pop stuff. I think other people had been forcing him into the classics when all he wanted to do was play pop. It just seemed to go very, very well after that and he took an interest again."

Even now Elton's mother plays a part in his musical career.

He always plays me over tapes of new material that he and Bernie Taupin have put together, and asks me what I think would make the right single."

Elton has alwas been very close to his mother, and they were talking eagerly about the “grand opening” of his new swimming pool. The pool is beside his large lounge and has been almost a year in the making.

Sheila's favourite Elton John album? Appropriately it's called the Elton John album!

"I love sad music," she told me.

"'Elton's alwavs been a sensitive and thoughtful person, and this comes out in his songs-particularly on that album. I've always enjoyed a good cry at films and things.

Even her house was named after an Elton John song track, Hienton." It was gold lettered on wood and Sheila is so devoted to it, that it's being moved to her new home at the back of Elton's.

Another person in Elton's life is moving closer to him as well:

Bernie Taupin, the man who writes all the words in Elton's songs.

Until recently Bernie insisted on staying up at his little cottage in Lincolnshire but has now been persuaded to move nearer to Elton so they can work more easily.

When we met, Bernie and Elton were just preparing to go to France and record at the same chateau where they made their album Honky Chateau.

"There will be a lot more rock'n' roll on the next album." Elton assured me.

Elton always keeps a sense of humour when he's talking about himself.

I’m not exactly your thin. lean, lank pop star," he laughed. hated my hair when it was long. So I had it all cut short and just lately I've had some green streaks added to each side just above my ears.

I think that mould green and orange go together!

"I guess I see myself as cuddly - certainly not sexy! I imagine that's why the audiences never try to rip my clothes off. Mind you, it's lovely because I've always had. young fans, especially up North.”

Elton told me of a recent dinner he'd had with a hero of his--the famous American comedian Groucho Marx, who was one of the Marx Brothers, whose films are often seen on television. Groucho is the one with the large black hat, moustache and cigar and the funny walk.

"It was while I was over in California and was renting a house at Malibu Beach. He agreed to come to dinner and although it was 100 degrees outside, they said that as he was now an old man he'd want a log fire burning in-doors. So we had to light one.

"He sat down in the lounge in his coat and his beret and insisted on calling me John Elton. He was amazing - you never quite knew whether he was taking the mickey out of everything

"Then I also met another famous old screen star Mae West. She was incredible. She must be eighty if she's a day!"

At his home Elton keeps two dogs. Bruce, the alsatian and Brian, a spaniel, and he's bought his mother Sheila a Yorkshire terrier called Fanny.

Whenever you call there they're apt to come bounding in from the garden demanding attention-especially from Elton, because he has to be away from home so much, they like a lot of his time when he is there.

Usually when guests are at his house they have to be kept out of the way, but they were allowed to bound into the room on one big occasion recently. That was when David Cassidy, his lifelong friend Sam Hyman and Rod Stewart came to dinner.

"David has his own dogs," ex-plained Elton, "and he was delighted to meet mine. They immediately sensed he liked dogs and made a great fuss of him.”

Next Week: The dinner party with David and Rod.

PART TWO: THE pop dinner party of the year took place at Elton John's house 'Hercules? on the Wentworth estate in Surrey, just outside London.

There was Elton, and there was Rod Stewart and there was . . . David Cassidy!

It was Elton's idea to get all three pop stars together during David's recent tour. He'd met David in California last summer and the two singers have become close friends.

David's visit to Elton was the closest kept secret of his tour. And one of the biggest attractions was Elton's jukebox, which he keeps in his large games room at the front of the house. Elton keeps the jukebox stocked with the current top twenty in America and England as well as some golden oldies. And David especially liked playing those old Beatles favourites, like Love Me Do. Please, Please Me and Yellow Submarine.

Elton let me into a secret: "I had an idea during David's tour that it would be nice to join him up on stage and play the piano for him. It never worked out but I thought it was a way of showing him how much ! liked him and liked his work. A lot of people knock him but I think he's very talented.

However, Elton may yet write some songs for David.

"Now I've got a record company, which I've called Rocket Records. I'm producing and I've written a song for Kiki Dee. I'd always written for myself before, and now I'm starting to write for other people, I don't see why I shouldn't try and do something for David. In fact I've written three songs for Kiki, so Bernie, who writes the words, has had to imagine he's a girl for those songs!"

Rod Stewart had told Elton that he'd like to meet David so Elton thought the dinner would be a golden opportunity.

Another guest at the top level dinner party was David's friend since schooldays, Sam Hyman, who flew over to Britain for the last few days of the tour. Completing the party was Elton's friend and manager John Reid, who did all the cooking!

What was the menu? A good English meal of roast beef followed by strawberries and ice crear with coffee and pear brandy to finish. The guests had red wine with their main course. Elton says the evening was very high spirited with David not leaving until four in the morning!

"I think David is really great," said Elton.

"He really works as hard as a navvy, you know. He's certainly not an idiot. He knows me now, but when I first met him he was so paranoid: he'd shut himself in his house for a year and a half because he was scared to go out in case he got ripped to shreds!

"When he came down for dinner he was completely at home, playing records and joking although he was very tired because it was at the end of his tour. He did ask me to write something for him and I'd really like to.

"There is such an awful barrier because he is a pop star. You have either to be a heavy group like Led Zeppelin or a pop star.

But what people don't realise is that he's a very good musician. The reason why I'd have liked to have appeared with him is because I'd like to have made a gesture to show that I appreciate his talent. I hate these musical barriers in pop music.

Elton has been spending this month in America on holiday.

“I like to go out there to California for a rest once a year. I'lI probably see David again then, although he's started work on 'The Partridge Family' again which means he works eighteen hours a day- he has to go into the recording studios when he's finished up at the film set. As I said, he works amazingly hard.

"I love Los Angeles, just for a month.

I just sit by the pool, go surfing and once a day I go up to Sunset Strip and visit the most fabulous record shop in the world called Tower Records. It's like a warehouse and has all these piles of albums. It seems to have every record in the world, past and present.

"I mostly look for ridiculous things, spoken word records and things like that literally every day. I reckon to spend half an hour a day there. I think I hold the record for record buying there. 6,500 dollars worth in a day! That was on albums and tapes.

“I’ve got this record library at home and I fancy myself as an amateur dise jockey. I did the Noel Edmonds show last Christmas, Boxing Day actually and we did the show together. I really enjoyed that.

“I catalogue everything in my collection: cross filed and everything! I'm a terrible collector of things. Actually I'm the sort of person who's got 700 bottles of Marmite and the same of Windolene."

Elton remains one of the friendliest of pop stars. It is typical of him that he has befriended David Cassidy, because he knows that stardom can bring loneliness, and also jealousy from other musicians. He went out of his way to help David and the dinner invitation was typical, also the fact that he saw that Rod Stewart was there too.

When we met, Elton was wearing a plum velvet jacket with musical notes embroidered on it. He's known for his wild clothes: in fact he can be said to have been a leader in the brighter clothes approach to pop with his gigantic platform soles and heels, his dungarees, and now he promises the wildest pair of glasses ever seen on stage.

"They plug in and have the words ELTON across them in neon! I'd also like to get into funny things like padded suits. You see, I haven't really got the sexiest body in the world so I like to have comedy in my act.

"When I toured America last, I had a tap dancer called Legs Larry Smith who used to come on stage. He was the only person who kept me sane. I get terribly bored when things get too serious.

"I have a lady called Annie who makes all my clothes. I just tell her any ideas I have and she does some drawings for me to choose from."

On the little finger on his right hand he was wearing an enormous sparkling ring.

"That's what I call my Liberace ring. It was bought at Cartier's as a present for me and it's made of gold and diamonds. It's sparkly and it's fun!'

And that's just about how you could describe Elton himself!

[sweetpaintedladie]

We may have built our mutual affinity for each other on a bedrock of music and contemporary culture, but we came from decidedly different backgrounds that would eventually define our carbon footprint in the world. Happy childhood, unhappy childhood, it's easy to understand how Reg, an only child under the thumb of an emotionally remote and domineering father would find solace in the friendship of me, the product of a carefree and affectionate adolescence. I was the imaginary brother who became a reality, and I can only imagine that Reg realized, and was relieved, that what he had wished for was a real friend rather than a temporary lover.

- Bernie Taupin on his early friendship with Elton John, Scattershot (2023)

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday musician Davey Johnstone, who forged a career of over 50 years as Elton John;s guitarist.

Born David William Logan Johnstone  on this day 1951 in Edinburgh, Davey was having a perfectly fine career in the folk music world before he was whisked away to a life of rock and roll with one of the worlds biggest “pop” stars Elton John.

Having moved to London in 1968, Davey got his first album credit that year on the Noel Murphy LP, Another Round. Noel and Davey then formed the band Draught Porridge in 1969. In 1970 Davey played on the album Seasons by Magna Carta and in 1971 joined that group as second guitarist. Their next album, Songs From Wasties Orchard, was helmed by Elton’s producer, Gus Dudgeon.Gus asked Davey to contribute to Bernie Taupin’s solo album in 1971. Davey played guitar, sitar, banjo, mandolin and lute while Bernie read his poetry aloud. 

Soon after, in August 1971, Gus called upon Davey once more, this time to play acoustic guitar and mandolin parts on four songs on Elton’s Madman Across The Water album, including the intricate harmonic part that anchors the title track. A week or so later, Elton invited Davey to join the band full-time, joining drummer Nigel Olsson and bassist Dee Murray both in the studio and on stage — and thus was born the group that solidified Elton’s sound.

Since then Davey has been an indispensable part of most of Elton’s albums.Through the decades, Johnstone has squeezed in an equally impressive, varied body of work as an in-demand session player. His roster includes Stevie Nicks, Bob Seger, Alice Cooper, Rod Stewart, Meat Loaf, the Pointer Sisters, Olivia Newton-John, Judy Collins, and many others. He has also done movie music for James Newton Howard and Hans Zimmer.

Johnstone lives in Los Angeles with his wife. He has seven children.

On 10 June 2009, Johnstone played a landmark 2,000th show as a member of the Elton John Band at the SECC Glasgow , he is currently serving as John's musical director, in addition to his guitar work. I looked through the credits for the Elton John film, Rocketman, due out this month and he doesn't seem to feature in it, you will however be able to see Scotsman Richard Madden as Eltons manager John Reid, a much better casting than Irishman Aidan Gillen, who played Reid in the Freddie Mercury bio, Bohemian Rhapsody

.Johnstone recently said "I’ve Had an Amazing, Unbelievable Career”: He released a new solo album – Deeper Than My Roots, only his third solo project, from what I can gather he put the album together during the hiatus most people had during the covid pandemic.

For the musicians out there he mainly uses a Les Paul Deluxe which he bought inn 1972. As you can imagine he has used a plethora of guitars including his trusty ’72 Les Paul Deluxe, a Gibson L-5, B.B. King Lucille, a ’69 Strat, and an Ernie Ball EVH. Acoustics included a Takamine, Gibson J-200, and a late-’60s Yamaha FG-140 he played on many of John’s ’70s classics.

[wickedthiswaycomes]

〔 serkay tutuncu, 31, cis man, he/him ) Kerem Zileli was seen listening to elephant love medley from moulin rouge. Kerem is a songwriter and known to be dynamic and elusive.

general ;;

full name; kerem zileli

nicknames; 

age; 31

birthday; january 17th

zodiac; capricorn

gender/pronouns; cis man, he/him

sexual/romantic preferences; bisexual, biromantic

personality traits; dynamic, elusive, charming, 

biography ;;

fire tw, death tw

Kerem Zileli was the absolute world to his parents. They had tried for a number of years to conceive a child, so when he was born, it meant everything to them. He was a happy, vibrant child who was full of life and made friends everywhere that he went. His teachers loved him, though there were times that his teachers would call home saying that Kerem had been a tad over-exuberant in class and could his parents please talk to him about inside thoughts versus outside thoughts. 

When he got a little older, he started to really excel in his music classes-- enough so that his parents put him into voice lessons and he took up piano as well. He flourished in the spotlight that his recitals gave him and his parents adored it. Even now, the Zileli home is filled to the brim with old family videos of Kerem from age 9 to 19 performing in recitals and concerts. He still made friends easily, though at this point in his life, he had met the people that would ultimately change his life-- Selda and Hande Yilmaz. 

Kerem fell for Hande hard. They were young and a little overeager, but she reciprocated his feelings. They started to date and Kerem was convinced that she was his soulmate. He imagined the two of them five, ten, twenty years in the future and thought that there was nothing that could possibly separate them. That changed with the fire that took the lives of most of the Yilmaz family. Before he could even truly mourn their loss, his parents took Kerem and moved him far away, thinking it was the best thing for their son to be removed from the tragedy. Kerem fought against the move, but there was nothing that he could do.

As soon as he was able, Kerem left the nest, running toward...well, anything that was different than what he had known. All he had was his talent and the little bit of money that his parents tried to send him each month, but he knew that he couldn’t stay where he had been dragged to. He did what he could to support himself, playing piano for petty cash and writing his own music in the meantime. His work gained traction eventually until he was able to sell some of his songs for larger and larger amounts and soon enough, he was able to send money back to his parents. 

He excelled at writing romantic ballads even though he had long since become jaded to them himself. He truly believed that Hande was the love of his life-- how could he possibly move on from her? Sure, he found others to fill a certain void in his life, but he refused to give anyone else what he reserved exclusively for Hande. 

headcanons ;;

Due to his parents moving the family so soon after the Yilmaz fire, Kerem was never told about the birth of Ozan Yilmaz. Surprise! He has a son that he’s never known about. When he later reconnected with Selda, he figured that Ozan was just a younger sibling of Selda’s. 

wanted connections ;;

An ex - While Kerem has avoided romance for the most part since Hande’s death, he certainly slept around quite a bit. Maybe this person was a longer term situationship that Kerem refused to settle in and commit to. Maybe it ended really poorly or maybe they managed to stay somewhat friendly. 

Partner / Collaborator - Maybe Kerem writes the music and this person performs but they work together on most of it. I’m thinking Bernie Taupin and Elton John. 

more to come I am sure

[thesuburbanerd]

So speaking of early Elton John, this week, I was shocked to learn that mainstay of classic Canadian hoser rock, “Bad Side of the Moon” by April Wine was, in fact, a cover of an Elton John/Bernie Taupin song of the same name.

Also April Wine’s other big hit, “Could’ve Been a Lady” was a cover of the Hot Chocolate song.

I imagine with Canadian Content regulations that require a minimum percentage of music played on Canadian radio stations be by Canadian artists, doing a cover song was good way to get on the radio for an aspiring band from Nova Scotia. It also helps the station meet its content requirements. Pretty cheeky to release two singles that were covers though.

So, for a whole generation in Canada, it was April Wine that had the definitive versions of those songs.

Elton John photographed by George Wilkes, 1972.

[bradleymarshall]

Imagine if Elton John and Bernie taupin hadn’t remained friends after Elton John tried to kiss him and Bernie said, no

I love you but not like that

All those beautiful hits would have never been made

[taletheoldcrowtold]

Pride 2024 - Day 13

Movie: Rocketman

Made in: 2019 – Set in: 1950s – 1980s

Starring: Taron Egerton, Jamie Bell, Richard Madden, Bryce Dallas Howard, Steven Mackintosh, Kit Conner, Stephen Graham, Charlie Rowe

Rated R for: Drug use, sexual content, language, attempted suicide

A musical biopic following the life of Elton John from when he was a boy named Reginald Dwight to when he met Bernie Taupin and became a big star.

A story that shows how someone quiet and simple can be rocketed into drugs and glam by someone else. It’s a heartbreaking story that shows neglect of a more subtle kind and how it shapes someone in seemingly little ways. Also be sure to stick around for the credits where they show clips from the movie and compare them to the events/outfits they are based off (which I missed when I watched this with my mom).

Spoilers under Keep Reading Line

No one dies in the movie and it has an uplifting ending

Since biofics have a tendency to change facts and events for the sake of the story, and I don’t know Elton John enough to know what isn’t true, I’m just going to separate the film from reality and judge it as a movie. It’s a tragic story, showing a young Elton John being neglected by his father and emotionally abused by his mother. His one good person in his life is his grandmother, who always encourages him to follow his dreams. There is a lot of songs throughout the film but they tell a story when they show up (which is probably why they might be sung before they were historically written) and it’s nice to see them serve a purpose besides just having the singer stand on a stage and sing it. There were moments of surrealism, which I feel was the imagination of Elton John and they aren’t too strange that they stick out in the movie. It is sad to see the path of drugs and alcohol Elton goes down but looking at his childhood, it is almost expected as he has no real idea what is love and what is just tolerance. I liked the friendship between Elton and Bernie and thought the acting and singing was nicely done. And I liked toward the end when Elton, in his head, spoke to all the people in his life and stood up to those who hurt him. Then in the end hugging his child self, who never got such a gesture from his father.

Mom: If you are an Elton John fan, you’re in for a treat. The movie has a number of his more recognizable songs (“Rocketman”, “Tiny Dancer”, to name a couple) and could be classified more or less as a musical. A reoccurring theme with many of the people in the LGBTQ+ movies we have watched so far is that they each had at least one crappy, unloving parent (with the possible exception of Simon in Love Simon and Ellio in Call Me By Your Name) who make their childhood miserable. Elton John is no exception. Both of his parents criticized him and seemed to not be able to love him unconditionally. When he became famous and a multimillionaire, his mother seemed only interested in what he could give her monetarily and his father showed more love to the two sons of his second marriage than he’d ever shown toward Elton. One of the things I liked about the movie was when Elton said he was tired of having to be someone he wasn’t and told his parents he was not going to let them speak to him anymore with disrespect. The movie has an uplifting ending with a note that Elton was able to find someone who loved him properly, something his mother told him at one point he would never have.

[words-minds-life]

When Anger Shatters

My anger was a glass elevator,

rising like hot steam,

trapping me in ways I could not see.

The cage eventually broke

into sugary shards.

I played Elton John

and imagined dancing in the stars.

I danced my way back to earth

singing:

“I think it’s gonna be a long, long time

‘Til touch down brings me

round again, oh no no....”  

-Kathleen WML with lyrics by Elton John and Bernie Taupin

[kneelbeforeclefairy]

I haven't seen wish but this is completely right. Pop and Broadway ar two very different disciplines and most people can't do both. Elton John was able to crossover but he was working with very talented lyrcist Tim Rice, and when he wrote a musical episode with his pop writing partner Bernie Taupin, it was Lestat and that's all I'll say about that.

There USED to be crossover back in the Tin Pan Alley days, and I'm not saying a musical theater song can't become a hit, or that a pop song can't be USED in musical theater, but both musically and lyrically the structure is so different, why would you imagine someone who can do one can do the other? Apples and oranges.

ok so i figured out why the songs in the new disney movie Wish suck so bad - for the movie celebrating 100 years of mostly animated movie MUSICALS, they didn’t get a songwriter who writes MUSICALS. they got two POP songwriters (Julia Michaels and Benjamin Rice, who’ve written for a lot of big stars like Lady Gaga, Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez, etc). despite lin-manuel’s faults, that man can cook up a song and had won a tony even before hamilton. there’s a reason moana and encanto went crazy. the anderson-lopezes made frozen and frozen II a HIT. maybe if they didnt have them chained to a desk writing two more frozen movies they could’ve worked on Wish instead. the ICON alan menken completed his EGOT from the daytime emmy he won for writing a song just for the tangled TV SERIES in 2020, and they couldnt even get him back?! for the movie celebrating 100 years of animated musicals?!!!

one of the directors of the film is Chris Buck, who did Tarzan - that movie only really has one or MAYBE two songs sung by the characters, and is mostly a soundtrack by Phil Collins instead. but thats a FULL soundtrack that was supposed to be pop the whole way through, not a musical.

one of the only times they got a pop songwriter to do an animated musical was Elton John for the Lion King, but he went on to write several popular musicals after that.

they got a big Broadway star like Ariana Debose, and a big Hollywood star who can really sing like Chris Pine, on that movie and gave them POP composers? for the 100th anniversary? this is the studio that made HAMLET WITH LIONS and a BOOK BY VICTOR HUGO into legendary animated musicals. what the FUCK happened? which executive made this stupid ass choice?

[multiverseofimagines]

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bernie taupin, 1971 , colourized

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Meet cute 1 and speech 23 with bernie please? Love your drabbles!

Thank you so much! Glad you like my blurbs :)

Speech 23 - “Dance with me”

Meet Cute 1 - You had an assigned seat next to them at a wedding for a mutual friend

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Y/N couldn’t help but groan internally when she wandered up to the table she was assigned to. Table 3, the table for close friends of the bride or groom. Table 2 was reserved for family members, table 1 for members of the wedding party. Table 3 was a good place for her to be.

But everyone at the table was a couple. And Y/N wanted to stab her own eyes out at the sight of that.

She hated weddings. When she was younger she loved them, finding them romantic and wonderful and magical and she loved attending those of her friends and family members.

But now she despised them. Because all of her closest friends were already either married or engaged and she was the one left out of that - the spinster of the friendship group. And she never normally minded, she was the ‘fun aunt’ of her friend’s kids and she adored being able to spend time with children without having to deal with the literal shit that came with them.

But at weddings it was awful because everyone expected her to be planning hers.

“Oh Y/N! I didn’t realise you were attending!” Y/N how wondered the knives supplied were when she heard the all-too familiar voice of Mary, a friend of a friend who always happened to be attending the same events as Y/N.

Y/N wondered if Mary had been put on the Earth simply to remind Y/N of her perpetual aloneness.

“Hello Mary,” Y/N restrained herself from rolling her eyes as she took her seat.

“Still alone?” Mary inquired and the question would have seemed innocent enough if it weren’t for the smile she had badly hidden.

“Do I look like I’m with anyone?” Y/N questioned in response before turning away from Mary to look at the man next to her, who was clearly trying to hold back a smile. “Is my isolation funny to you?” She asked him, but she smiled as she said it to let him know that she was only teasing.

“Only because I relate,” the man assured her. “I’m Bernie.”

“Y/N,” she took his outstretched hand. “Friend of the bride?” She questioned.

“Yeah, we went to primary school together,” he confirmed. “Friend of the groom?” Y/N nodded.

“Same situation.” Y/N took the glass of alcohol from in front of her and sipped it before pulling a face. “You know, they really could have supplied more pleasant alcohol for people like me who are planning on drinking their way through the evening.” Bernie burst out in laughter, setting the tone for the remainder of the meal.

When they had all finished eating, Y/N was approached by one of her friend’s daughters who demanded Y/N come and dance with her and her friends, an order that Y/N obliged to happily, anything to get away from Mary’s snide comments. She could feel Bernie’s eyes on her the entire time she danced with the group of kids and when the song ended she moved back over to the table.

For the second time that evening, Y/N stretched out her hand to him, a hopeful smile on her face.

“Dance with me?”

Finishing blurbs from my 3K Celebration!!

[elderberrywhine]

The Sweetest - Bernie Taupin

Here it is! My first Bernie fic! I hope you all enjoy! Leave me some comments, send in requests!!

When you were in grade four and doe-eyed, wrinkled faced old ladies asked you what you wanted to be when you got older, waitress was never your answer. At one point, you wanted to be a zookeeper, then an artist, then a writer. It wasn’t that nothing stuck or kept your interest very long; although the deeper details of a job at the zoo became wholly unappealing as you grew. In fact, between shifts at the diner, you could be found scribbling stanzas of poetry on napkins or doodling on your order pad. Life had simply thrown a wrench into your hopefully optimistic, fourth grade plans. 

The diner wasn’t that bad either. While the uniform you had to wear felt unflattering, the soft blue paired well with the light yellow walls and rich-wood chairs. Al, the more heavy-set chef, was always kind and Rachel, a fellow waitress, always gave you the customers that tipped well. She would silence your protests with a wave of the hand.

“You need to get out of here, Y/N. You’re too big for this small town,” she would say. Normally, you would laugh it off, tell her she was ‘crazy’ and that you were happy right where you were. It was the truth, for the most part. Until one day, it wasn’t anymore.

That was the day Bernie Taupin walked into the diner. The bell dangling in the doorway sounded more like the singing of angels that day. He had walked up and asked for tea with two sugars in the softest voice you had ever heard. From that day on, Bernie had made an effort to stop by the diner each day. Often times he would write in his notebook and whenever you asked, Bernie would explain the song he was writing.

“What’s this one about?” You lean over the counter, eyes studying Bernie’s features with a natural curiosity. Bernie looks up, bright blue eyes meeting your gaze for a split second as you gesture towards his notebook. He shifts on the stool he is sitting on and quickly shut his notebook without missing a beat. “Jus’ some ideas, concepts. Nothing solid quite yet,” he rambles, offering you a smile for your troubles. It isn’t enough, as you quirk a brow at him worriedly.

“Well it’s something worth hiding, obviously,” you point out, “don’t want me to see?” Bernie lets out a breathy laugh, “it’s not done yet. Once it is, I promise, love, you’ll be the first to see it.”

“Hmm, alright,” you hum before sparing a glance at the clock on a nearby wall. Your shift was finally over. You quickly undid the knot of your waitress apron and hung it on a nearby peg. “You’ll have to share tomorrow, Bernie, my shift is done.”

“Really?” Bernie glanced at the clock and his eyes widened. “I guess it is late. I hope I wasn’t keeping you here.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“No, you weren’t,” you giggle, “and I wouldn’t mind sticking around for you.” Bernie’s cheeks go pink as you walk out from behind the counter. Striding over to the employees closet, you pluck your coat and bag off of your hook. Slipping the warm material over your shoulders, you walk back out to the main hub of the diner. Bernie is still there, standing beside the counter. “I could walk you home, if you like,” Bernie offers, his question so quiet you wonder if you had imagined it. When he lifts his eyes to yours, you knew that he had truly asked it.

“I would like that,” you reply, smiling, “I would like that very much.” Bernie smiles too as you walk towards the diner entrance. You push the doors open, holding them open for Bernie as he follows close behind you. 

The pair of you walk a few paces in silence, the only sounds around you the slapping of your shoes against the pavement. You had imagined moments like this before; Bernie whisking you away from the diner, but in your mind it was always forever. From the songs he wrote, you knew that he was going to go places and you wanted to be there when he did. You could only hope he wanted you to be there too.

“So,” you drawl, breaking the quiet between you, “you gonna tell me what the song is about?” You lean to the side and bump your shoulder against Bernie’s lightly. He laughs softly, shaking his head so that his long, light brown hair falls off his shoulders.

“It’s not a song yet,” he corrects, “jus’ an idea. And I’d rather talk about you instead.” The blush that overtakes your cheeks is nothing short of burning. 

“What about me? ‘M nothing special,” you chuckle lightly, although it stings. 

“I think you’re one of the most special people I’ve ever met,” Bernie says, his voice so sincere you have to stop walking. In your pause, Bernie turns to you, blue eyes scanning over your face. “And the most beautiful person, with the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“Bernie,” you whisper, brows furrowing as your gaze dances along his face. There is not a trace of falsehood in his eyes, which becomes more apparent as he steps closer to you. He stands before you, so close that you can feel the heat emanating off of his body. A slightly trembling hand reaches up and traces the line of your jaw.

“Is, is this alright?” The stuttering of his gentle voice makes you smile. Nodding quickly, you tilt your neck and lean into his touch.

“More than alright,” you reply, eyes meeting Bernie’s through your lashes. Bernie takes the hint and leans closer to you, his nose grazing your own.

“What about this?” You can tell, despite his steady voice and confident tone, that Bernie was nervous. He didn’t want to cross a line with you and you smiled at his kindness.

“Just kiss me, Bernie,” you whisper playfully. Bernie grins brightly and ends up smiling into the kiss. His lips are soft and taste slightly of sugared tea as his mouth melds with yours. Your arms wrap around behind Bernie’s back, pulling him even closer. At this new angle, Bernie hums in contentment with the softness of the kiss turning more passionate until he pulls away.

“I should’ve done that sooner,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your own as he speaks. You smile, leaning up to peak his lips once more.

“You should have, yeah,” you reply, “but I didn’t mind sticking around.” Bernie laughs softly, pressing his forehead to yours with closed eyes. “It’s about you, ya know,” he whispers, eyes fluttering open after a beat. You lean back, pressing yourself against the brick wall of the building behind you. The stone is cold against your palms that still tingled with the warmth of Bernie’s skin.

“What’s about me?” You cock your head to the side and marvel at Bernie’s grin. He stays quiet, eyes never leaving your form. They blaze trails along your body, lingering on your lips until his gaze locks with yours.

“The song,” he admits finally, “I just need to put down the words.” You push yourself off against the wall and close to Bernie once more. Your hands reach up to his chest, fingers wrapping around the zipper of his brown leather jacket. 

“You’re wonderful,” you whisper before capturing Bernie’s lips in yet another kiss. Now, without a doubt, you were certain that Bernie would stick around too.

[thebreakfastgenie]

Also imagine being Bernie Taupin in this situation.

Someone Saved My Life Tonight is a great song because it is about a suicide attempt but by "someone saved my life" he is referring to a friend being like "dude you're gay. why are you engaged to a woman."

[bowieandqueen11]

This Feeling Inside / Elton John x Male!Reader Fluff

Request: I was thinking, what about the reader meeting Elton at one of his first concerts, so he goes to talk to him, and they get chatting about music and stuff, and just over the course of the conversation they both start getting kinda shy because they both realise "hey, he's cute". I'll let you decide how it ends of you write it. 😉 

This is so cute my poor heart <33

Elton lifted his platform heel off from the piano, squatting back over the stool whilst pointing out over the crowd with a bopping finger, shouting the last few la’s of Crocodile Rock. The short fringes of his hair whipping softly as he danced through the humid room, the roars of the crowd exploding in his ears like little bursts of starlight as the neon lights flash across his eyes and cut through his gaudy sunglasses, little beads gleaming around their edges like chandeliers and blinding those in the front row. Gazing out into the crowd, his step would falter slightly as he steps up to take his final bow, glitter falling off his shirt in a multicoloured multitude. However, his eyes are drawn to eager eyes that belong to a curious man near the front of the stage, his eyes widening as he shouts a final goodnight. His toothy smile grows as he throws out a big kiss, his arm falling straight into your direction as his heart begins to pound lightly in his chest, shyness beginning to churn in his stomach and make him avert his gaze as he walks off stage right behind the wing, standing with his feet tapping nervously on the floor for the encore.

Tumbling down to the stage floor after the show had finished, Elton was a mess. He had played a few shows now, and had lived with his parents for too many years, but he couldn’t remember a time when he had felt as sick to his stomach as he had when he saw you, this ethereal man, standing right in front of him, nearly in arms reach. Waving off Bernie with a nervous smile, allowing him to turn back to the bar with a knowing smirk as he waits for the two of you to hit it off from afar, Elton slowly approaches you. For a moment, he just stands there, twiddling his hands behind his back as his mind begins to click his high rubber heels against each other, making a sharp thwack thwack against the wooden floor the few remaining stragglers of the crowd were milling around. He looks at you, finding all words had been carried away by the music, and nothing was left but his constricting throat and the pit of nerves that rattle around in his stomach. From a closer perspective, even behind his rose tinted glasses, you look like the most handsome man he had ever laid eyes on.

Finally braving a small cough, before placing his hand against his chest with what he could only hope was a perfectly reasonable pass for a smile, he finally catches your attention, and you whirl away from your friends who watch with wide eyes as Elton raises a hand.

‘My name is Elton John. It’s-it’s very nice to meet you.’

‘Y/n... I really enjoyed your show tonight, mate.’

‘Oh, yes the show!’ Elton hits the top of his head lightly, chuckling humourously, ‘thank you, I’d completely forgotten! If you have a minute, would you like to get a drink? I know a bartender who.... Sorry, no, that’s it, I know a bartender.’

You laugh lightly, and Elton feels the tips of his ears burning red as you manage out a ‘sure, Elton John, I’d love a drink.’

‘You really don’t like performing Crocodile Rock?! I tell you now, Elton, it’s already going to be a classic.’

‘I mean, I love it, but I’ve only done a couple of shows and my legs are already killing me.’

You slam your glass down, and Elton can’t help but pick his up nervously, gulping down a few sips of whatever you had ordered the both of them. Over the rim, he finds his eyes nervously dashing quick looks at the way your eyes shine and crinkle slightly in the corner when you laugh deeply, the way your adam’s apple bobs as well with each chuckle. 

‘So tell me, Elton, what is it really like to walk around in those platform boots?’

The night passes so quickly, Elton can hardly recall the time difference between Bernie leaving the two of them with a big smirk on his face just a little past midnight, winking happily at Elton who just shoos him on, and the bartender kicking them out from the venue at nearly two am.

Elton had always enjoyed the night, the pure inky black a comfort, a blanket of generous velvet that kept him safe and illuminated the world in a light he could understand and draw upon. It is the pure black that makes the moon so beautiful, that makes a stage for her to stand upon, and gives the stars a beauty that makes the soul serene, and lights a spark in the imagination. That night was no different, but there was the added bonus that he felt after years of gazing out of his bedroom window wishing instead that he could live out among the stars, he had managed to capture his own.

Kicking at the gravel softly, a dopey smile on your face, you allow the short tufts of your hair to fall over your forehead, embracing the cooling breeze, but not allowing yourself to meet Elton’s gaze in case he figured out how starstruck your eyes had become.

Beaming like the sun, Elton gazed fondly at you, before asking ‘well, what shall we do now? The night is still young.’

‘And hopefully the day will be too’, you add, looking up at him quickly with a stiffness in your frame, an electricity surrounding you that nearly takes Elton’s breath away. Your hoarse voice continues, as you begin to bite your bottom lip, ‘and the day after that, hopefully.’