Friday night, I crashed your party
Saturday, I said I'm sorry
Sunday came and trashed me out again
I was only having fun
Wasn't hurting anyone
And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change
I've been stranded in the combat zone
I walked through Bedford-Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain
And you told me not to drive
But I made it home alive
So you said that only proves that I'm insane
You may be right
I may be crazy
Oh, but it just may be a lunatic
You're looking for
Turn out the lights
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
That is so sad. He’s a great popular musician.
Nice he had some real motorcycles and not a bunch of old two wheeled John Deere stuff.
I know of two guys who had excessive fluid pressure on their brain as young boys. Both were surgically fitted with a drain tube of sorts (not certain of wood the medical term), which runs from the skull, down the neck and into their body. Maybe this is a solution for him too?
...I’m not a doctor, even though I excelled at the game of operation, by Milton Bradley...or whomever.
I grew up in Connecticut where Billy Joel was hugely popular. I would sometimes sing to my Canadian wife “You may be right; I may be crazy. But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for.” All these years she thought I made that up. Then, it came on the Muzak at the Fry’s Supermarket. She hates the song, but got a chuckle out of it.
I grew up in a mill town. And I worked for a few years in a mill, as did my brothers and most of my friends. And we all watched as the steel industry collapsed.
Billy Joel absolutely nailed it with “Allentown”.
I still get emotional when listening to it.
“Well, our fathers fought the Second World War
Spent their weekends on the Jersey Shore…”
https://youtu.be/BHnJp0oyOxs?si=62fgJe5IkkiHl8Uf
Billy Joel has long been known to be a risky driver.
He has a record of being in at least 5 different car crashes since 2002, where he crashed a Mercedes Benz.
Some speculate that the same kind of brain that makes a child a musical prodigy could come with certain liabilities, such as the difficulty of judging time and distance, or spatial awareness.
The late (Great!) Burt Bacharach often showed the behaviors of OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder), and was a perfectionist whenever it concerned how his music was to be sung or orchestrated. He later on admitted to “popping pills and hitting the booze hard.” as a way to cope with his anxieties.
Sad. I love his music. I saw him at Nats Park a few years ago. Great show.