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 Today's song is a fun one. One that showcases a different side of Mom. Because, you see, she wasn't always Mom. She fawned over Elvis, was part of Beatle Mania, and had her dad (the general) asking, "What's a Steppenwolf!?!" 

One of my personal favorite revelations was her love of Elton John. I can remember thinking, "Poppie was right. What's a Bennie and the Jets!?!" But then she played it. The piano. The way one beat of one chord got the whole crowd roaring. I was hooked. I still am not sure what electric boots are and can't even imagine a whole mohair suit, but man I sure sing with conviction when this one comes on. 

If I'm not mistaken I believe the last movie mom saw in the theater was Rocketman. "Maggie, don't tell anybody I went to see that movie!"

Oops. Well, sorry, Mom. It was a good run. If it makes you feel any better, I'm sure my kids will take great pleasure in divulging their sainted mother's love of Aerosmith and Guns and Roses. Ho hum. 

I couldn't believe she'd gone to see it. The world of quarantine and uncertainty that we all experienced in March and April of 2020 had been mom's life during flu season for years. And had increasingly become a year-round routine due to the difficulty she had breathing. Walking from a handicapped parking space into a business left her looking like she'd completed the Boston Marathon. But she'd spend the energy for the Rocketman! I LOVED it. "Bennie made her ageless."

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Hey kids, shake it loose together
The spotlight's hitting something
That's been known to change the weather
We'll kill the fatted calf tonight, so stick around
You're gonna hear electric music
Solid walls of sound
Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet?
Ooh, but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots, a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine, ohh-oh
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Hey kids, plug into the faithless
Maybe they're blinded
But Bennie makes them ageless
We shall survive, let us take ourselves along
Where we fight our parents out in the streets
To find who's right and who's wrong
Oh Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet?
Oh but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh they're so weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots, a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine, ohh-oh
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet?
Oh but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots, a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine, ohh-oh
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets

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