Elton John is a little like Paul McCartney. He’s so likable and so popular and so enduring — plus, he too has been knighted by the queen of England and gets to put “Sir” in front of his name — that, oddly, there are plenty of music fans who somehow fail to appreciate his excellence.
The hits are so numerous — “Tiny Dancer,” “Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road,” “Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart,” “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On You,” “Candle in the Wind,” “Your Song,” etc. — that John can seem to be mostly a crowd-pleasing jukebox. And, for some, the pleasures of those hits have been worn down by steady rotation.