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Rocket Man
An Elton John story
There is a repository in my noggin of all the music I have ever listened to in my entire life. It is huge! It is gigantic! It is like a musical Library of Congress! And it is all conveniently recorded in my little feeble noggin!
Who the heck needs computers when we have a computer-like filing system located in the squishy gray-matter in our noggins? Seriously? All we have to do is punch in a title to a song we once heard and then it suddenly starts playing.
Is the reason we built computers to show us that we already have a computer? Is it our way of showing ourselves the incredible repository that already exists in our cranial database? And then, and only then, do those computers show us what exists outside of our cranial data bank?
I must admit that I thoroughly love Elton John. My cranial library is filled with every one of his songs that I have ever heard. Back in the day I owned every bit of vinyl that he ever produced. Guests would look at my extensive vinyl collection then look at me and say, “Wow, you’re a real Elton John freak, aren’t you?”
I would admit to it but my record collection could not even come close to the stories involved with the music. The physical record collection could not bring forth the memories of when I was young and I would drop acid and drive out into the…
