my step-dad was a big elton john fan. this is the song i remember him playing on the stereo the most. he was just turn it up and blast it. i first met my step-dad when i was about five i think. he used to have this charger that looked black at night, during the day there was a purplish hue to it. man, that car was awesome. when my mom and dad split up it seemed like we moved in with him. my memory could be a bit fuzzy, because i remember we had an apartment in cherry valley once and we lived with my nina once.
anyhow, my step-dad used to like to drink, a lot. when we moved to cabazon it seemed to intensify. i always wondered if it was because he got married to mom so he could buy the house, and now he was stuck with two kids that were not his. stress can make you do some crazy stuff. when he would get drunk he would pull out the vinyl he had collected and kept so nicely. he would pull out elton john and blast this song. he would sit there on the area rug and sing so loudly, i am sure the neigbors thought he was crazy. sometimes he would be standing tall in the middle of the living room. he towered over us at six feet four inches, he was a dark german man, with dark curly hair and manly facial hair. he would holler for my brother and i to come out of our room. he would stand there singing loud asking us to join in on the ritual. we were always more than happy to join in. it was festive and fun to us, my mom would be yelling for us to go back in the room. we never knew who to listen to, in the end we would suffer someones wrath.
for some reason the light always seemed more yellow on bennie and the jets night. you could always smell the coors light waifing through the air of our two bedroom house. sometimes he would get mom into dancing with him and serenade her with this song, we would stand there ans just watch. he would hold her with one arm and a beer in the other hand. crazy times, sometimes it was a quiet evening in the end, sometimes it would end with someone crying and things smashing around the house. always and adventure that we never signed up for.
today, my step-dad is someone from my moms past. they are divorced but, i still consider him family. he is my kids grandpa and my oldest have visited him several times with my sister. i have given him my forgiveness for all the things he put us through and he has accepted it. i think of him often, he lives alone and it often brings me sadness. i know he always loved my mom, and i know he always will. i love him like a dad, not that mine was not around, and i know he still loves me.