Nothing’s Shaking On 52nd Street

by thoughtsonthedead

You know I have neither the patience nor stomach for any sort of Chuck Klosterman-like grand pronouncement on Billy Joel, whether of the traditionalist (PUSSY!) view, or the revisionist (GENIUS!) view.

He wrote some great songs, a bunch of good ones, and a whole lot of shit: the usual ratios. This is one of the good ones, and I would advise headphones; the production is better than I remember it being, with Billy’s piano and Liberty Devito’s drums pushed up front and doing most of the heavy lifting.

There is also a saxophone solo, because when Billy Joel signed his deal with the devil, that was one of the clauses.