Yes, today is:

Satur-DAY, Satur-DAY, SAAAAAtur-day,
Satur-DAY, Satur-DAY, SAAAAAtur-day.

Satur-DAY, Satur-DAY, SAAAAAtur-day,
Satur-DAY, Satur-DAY, SAAAAAtur-day.

Thank you, Bernie Taupin (Elton John’s wordsmithing partner) for that moving lyric.

Which brings me to Elton John — Sir Elton John.

I never cared for the guy’s music. With a couple exceptions (Daniel and Rocket Man come to mind), I always found his tunes to be plodding, much like the musical embodiment of a person walking with a bad limp. Plus, those of his songs that are even slightly tolerable all sound the damned same to me.

In addition, I never was impressed or amused by his wigs, his clown-like (ack!) outfits, or his douchebag big-assed glasses.

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