My confession for today:
I have been listening to Billy Joel "Songs in the Attic" all week. And liking it.
I know, I know, Billy Joel is the worst kind of middle-class, suburban pop EVER. It's right up there with the soulless Jackson Browne. (Have you ever noticed that the people who love Jackson Browne's "The Pretender" are always the most douchebaggy white investment-banker types? They wail along with "caught between the longing for love and the struggle for the legal tender," as if it speaks to them in some meaningful way, when really, they'd sell their children to pornographers if they thought there were millions to be gotten in the exchange.)
But I can sing along easily to Billy Joel. His voice is right in my range, and singing alone, loudly, in my house oxygenates my entire body, and not to be too treacly about it, my soul.
Besides, "Miami 2017" should have been New York City's anthem after 9/11, not all that bombastic country-and-western nuke-em-all we'll-kick-your-sand-nigger-ass shit that you heard from every radio.
I mean, come on, Billy saw the lights go out on Broadway! He saw the Empire State laid low! He watched the mighty skyline fall! He saw the ruins at his feet! They turned our power down, and drove us underground, but we went right on with the show!
There, I said it. I like some Billy Joel.
Except "Captain Jack" and "Piano Man." Those songs are just Suburban Evil set to music.
4 comments:
His voice always reminds me that at the most basic human level, no matter where we come from or what our backgrounds are, we are all really, really incomprehensible to one another.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look down your nose at me, will ya, you, you, lawyer.
Just because you don't like something doesn't mean it's bad. It just means you don't like it.
Okay, I take that back. Some things are just bad. Anything you eat in a highway rest stop. Poly-cotton sheets. Birkenstocks. Pretty much anything from Philadelphia.
I'm too strung out now to comment intelligently but I do have to say I have always disliked Jackson Browne.
Don, you are a man of good taste. Go listen to "The Pretender" and tell me it doesn't make you want to go out and punch the first investment banker you meet. You will also find these types of people at Jimmy Buffett concerts. They're the guys who go, "whoooooo!" at the first strains of "Margaritaville."
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