Piano Man is arguably Billy Joel's most famous song (and if it's not the most famous, it's up there), and he hates it. He's said that it's such a simple melody that it's boring to play all the time. And it's 50 years old now, and still overshadows his later work.
This song always pisses me off, she's settling because no one swept her off her feet.
It was certainly played to death. It has a Billy Joel conundrum, like many musicians here: he's basically a pop star, and sometimes a good one, but he can also fall into some awkward (infelicitous?) phrasings to get the rhyming correct. "He's talking to Davy, who is still in the Navy. . ." Maybe he did know such a guy, but please . . . He reminds me of Elton John, who can be brilliant at times ("Amoreena"), but at others he makes me want to gag ("Candle in the Wind.").
I think I get what you mean. The pop-star conundrum again. There is some whiff of phoniness about the song, as if it's something Simon imagined would be popular, but she really has no grasp of what she's talking about.
Kubrick was notoriously tight fisted - as is Mick Jagger. Kubrick would have paid for movie rights, because they were essential, but Jagger probably wanted too much for the soundtrack album song rights. Plus the Stone's copyright issues and publishing/royalty rights from the Paint it Black era are incredibly complicated because of Allen Klein's involvement as their manager. Mick Jagger, by all accounts, keeps a very close watch on his money, after Klein fucked them about in the sixties.Thanks, I didn't realize that there could be a distinction between the two. I like how the credits and song are timed together. Probably credits were shorter in 1987. Nowadays, they seem to need two songs for it. Not that anybody but a few watch closing credits at all, at least in a theater.
Same thing as my previous post.
That's always an interesting situation when the song the audience wants to hear isn't what the performer wants to play. ("Play Ja Ja Dingdong!")
I figured that most of the song was autobiographical, so I'm not surprised that there was a real Davy. I think what alohadave was saying is that the song was become so over-familiar that even Joel himself is tired of it.
A Lifer in the Navy is someone who makes it a career, rather than someone who stays in for a term or two. Generally for enlisted, that means 20+ years. That he was able to retire means that he made it a career.
Yeah, she's an object to him, not a person. Something that he wants to take from his friend.
It's not exactly for incels, but it's a big theme in pop music (for adolescents and post-adolescents): obsession about "The One" (thus the term oneitis), instead of the healthier option of just moving on to someone more suitable. The female version is the Taylor Swift song I mentioned above. There are so many male versions that people may not even realize what the song is about: Downtown Train (he's sort of stalking her by going to her house at night), What A Wonderful World (he's in the same classroom as her; that's it), Teenage Dirtbag (that kind of self-loathing requires psychiatric intervention), and many more.
Ye gods, that's bloody terrible.
I've heard the song, but I finally saw the video. But Blunt wrote it, so he can't completely disown it. From the way he presents himself in that video, he's got a flair for self-dramatization that that is pretty creepy in itself. (He also needs a new pair of sneakers.)
And Sting won a Grammy for Song of The Year. The Police were a product of an early wave of music videos, and they ran with it. I'm a bit suspicious of musicians that have to give themselves a new, single name. Just curious, when we're they racist?
A product of Salford, Greater Manchester. Not that I have anything against Salford.
