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Sunday, May 21, 2023
Sunday Music: Say Goodbye To Hollywood
Billy Joel hid out in L.A. playing piano at the Executive Lounge on Wilshire in the early '70s, which gave him his signature hit "Piano Man". When he'd sorted out his problems with the record company that totally screwed up mastering his initial album (on which he sounded like a chipmunk, with the instruments sounding normal), he wrote this tune to commemorate returning home to NY, and first released it on Turnstiles in '76.
I liked a lot of his early work, and had a couple of vinyl LPs, too. My Life, Big Shot, Piano Man, you know.
I heard within the last few days that he said he's moving to Florida. I always thought of Billy Joel as Mister NYFC. As in died in the wool, ain't no place better in the universe.
He'll probably move to one of our blue counties, where he'll fit in better than here in the smaller cities.
As much as I have fond memories of visiting NYC, the tax man flattens such joy like another round of Covid. If Joel is moving to Florida, its to enjoy the benefit of no state income tax.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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3 comments:
"My Life" was the first one of his songs I remember hearing . . .
I liked a lot of his early work, and had a couple of vinyl LPs, too. My Life, Big Shot, Piano Man, you know.
I heard within the last few days that he said he's moving to Florida. I always thought of Billy Joel as Mister NYFC. As in died in the wool, ain't no place better in the universe.
He'll probably move to one of our blue counties, where he'll fit in better than here in the smaller cities.
@SiGraybeard,
As much as I have fond memories of visiting NYC, the tax man flattens such joy like another round of Covid. If Joel is moving to Florida, its to enjoy the benefit of no state income tax.
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