My Billy Joel Man Crush

It was 1977, and I was eleven years old. I was riding around with the car top down and the radio on with my older brother and his cool teenage friends when a song called ‘Movin’ Out’ came blaring on the local AM station.  The song was by an artist I had never heard of before: Billy Joel.  I always wanted to be on the cutting edge just like my brother,  so I secretly decided that it was my time to raise my taste in music a notch or two on the coolness factor: I replaced Tony Orlando with Billy Joel as my musical hero.

I immediately joined the Columbia Record and Tape Club without my parent’s permission.  With my limited income, I refused to wait until my birthday or Christmas to get a copy of Billy’s album. For only 1¢, I carefully chose my four selections; ensuring that Billy’s album was at the top of the list:

  • Billy Joel – The Stranger
  • Foreigner – Double Vision
  • Meat Loaf – Bat Out of Hell
  • Boston – Boston

When my cassette tapes finally arrived, my brother immediately confiscated all of them but left the Billy Joel tape behind. Because I knew that I would never get the others back without him pinning me down in a wrestling move, I settled with ‘The Stranger’ as the only cool music I owned.

I played it non-stop and quickly learned every word to every song.  I would sing along at the top of my lungs and I would do my best to mimic Billy’s vocal style.  My Billy Joel man crush had begun.

When I first head ‘Big Shot’ on the radio the follow year, Billy’s coolness factor went up another notch.  I begged my mom to buy Billy’s ’52nd Street’ album for me when we were at the store.  She refused.

To correct this problem, I joined Columbia Record and Tape club again.  I was surprised they let me because I never fulfilled my original obligation.  Nevertheless, I soon had ’52nd Street’ in my hands.  Just like before, I listed to the album non-stop front to back. I was in heaven.

It wasn’t until 1980, when I was fourteen, that Billy Joel became the only person who truly understood my teenage angst.  That year, my favorite album (still) “Glass Houses’ was released.  It was a different style for Billy, and it was obvious that every song was written just for me.  Each song and every lyric explained my life, my angst, and my deepest teenage troubles perfectly.

It was then that my entire life began to revolve around ‘when is the next Billy Joel album going to come out‘.  From 1982 through 1986, my life stopped in it’s tracks to analyze each new release.  I learned every lyric. I scrutinized every song.  I got to know the man behind the music.  That’s the time when MTV became popular, and I watched every Billy interview that I could.  I saw him in concert twice—once in 1984 and once in 1986.  I knew him. He was my friend and advocate.

I was married when his last two albums were released in 1989 and 1993.  I was exasperated with my daily life and, frankly, didn’t have the time to invest my heart into his new albums.  I disappointed myself.  As a kid, Billy’s music had become the fabric to my life, and now, I didn’t give him the devotion I once promised.

Years passed, Billy retired from recording, and because of my guilt, I stopped seeing him in concert. Then I joined a Facebook group called ‘Billy Joel Completely Retold’.  Instantly, my Billy Joel man crush was reborn!

At that time, I traveled for a living and made it a point to visit famous Billy album cover locations during my downtime.  Naturally, I had to do the same pose in the same spot as Billy.  I was more excited than when I was a teenager!

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I broke many trespassing laws driving through Long Island, NY to find Billy’s old house to take this “selfie” on my iPhone. Thankfully, the house was vacant.

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Capture A NYC sanitation worker snapped this shot for me near NYC’s SoHo district.

After doing the album cover shots, I made up my mind: I HAD to meet Billy in person, no matter what.  I was aware of his motorcycle shop in Long Island; Billy is known to occasionally mingle with fans on the weekend.  I happened to be in town for work, but as usual, my work got in the way.

So I thought hard and devised another plan.

This past week, concert tickets went on sale for Billy to perform on New Year’s Eve at the Amway center in Orlando. Orlando is my hometown.  Clearly, this would be my last chance to ever meet him in person.  First, I friended a member of his band on Facebook and point blank asked her what my chances were to get two minutes of time with Billy.  She simply answered “not sure.”

Next, I did a bit of digging and found the name, address, email and phone number of his publicist as well as her Facebook account.  I sent multiple messages and emails to her and even begged her for a meet and greet or backstage pass. I tried hard to act like a regular, middle-aged guy and not a crazed fan.  No reply.

It looks as though I’ll have to resort to the old-fashioned, fan-meet-celebrity techniques:  I’ll wait at the airport for him to arrive. I’ll investigate where his hotel may be, I’ll wait before and after the show where the celebrities enter and exit the arena.  If I’m lucky, perhaps he will allow me 30 second to get a photo with him and an autograph.  God, I feel like I’m a crazed teenage fan again.

My wife is tired of hearing about Billy Joel.  She’s tired of me playing his music. She’s not a fan. In fact, she calls it all my ‘Billy Joel man crush’.

I can’t disagree; she’s exactly right.

 

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Dave Pacailler

After living under a rock for nearly 25 years, Dave had his eyes opened wide to the world in 2010 after marrying his crazy cat lady wife. Intrigued by controversy, culture, lifestyle, current events and history, Dave has traveled to 41 states and a handful of foreign countries. Defined as ‘metro’ by his three kids, you will often find him cleaning the house instead of working out in the yard. In his spare time, Dave likes to write sappy love songs but will be the first to admit that he can’t carry a tune. Living in Florida, Dave endures quite a comedic life with his wife, teenage stepdaughter, five cats and a dog that no one likes.

3 thoughts on “My Billy Joel Man Crush

  1. Richard Sutton Reply

    Dave isn’t so obsessed. I heard Billy Joel first in Oregon, on a road trip back to our commune the song was Billy the Kid. Next thing I heard of his was Mark-Almond doing a cover of NY State of MInd, which I hummed to myself over the five days it took to hitch hike to NYC from Creswell Oregon! When I got here, 1973, only his first album was out. By the time Stranger was out, I’d moved to Huntington, next door to Cold Spring Harbor where I opened a business and waited. Sure enough. The first day I was out buying new inventory, my daughter was behind the counter when Billy and new wife, Christie came through the door. Goes without saying that I still love his music, learned to be a proud Long Islander, but still haven’t met him. We used to see his boats on the water form time to time, but that really doesn’t count.

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