I have of late had not just one song maddeningly lodged in my brain, but the entire oeuvre of Billy Joel* taking up valuable space there. Mainly this one** (why?) and Piano Man. So many thoughts about this song, which I've known by heart at least since junior high:
- What on earth is a "real estate novelist"?
- "Makin love to his tonic and gin" was like nails on a chalkboard to me, even when I was 12.
- As a kid I assumed being in the Navy for life was a much worse fate than never having time for a wife or becoming stuck as a bartender, unable to pursue your dreams of being a movie star.
- And finally, I wish I were a skilled cartoonist so I could draw my initial interpretation of "they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar."***
*Okay, okay, maybe not his whole opus.
**This way there be earworms.
***Think baguette in a Mason jar.
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