I’ve been thinking about musical origins lately. I can’t put my finger on why exactly. It could be that I am a chronic overthinker, or it could be because my buddy Mike Zagari wrote a great musical origin story for our site. Recently, my friend Marianne said to me something to effect of, “Andrew, you’re from Long Island. Why haven’t you written about Billy Joel?” It’s a fair question. As many of you know, I grew up on Long Island. Save for one year in my 20’s when I lived in Lexington, Kentucky, I’ve spent my whole life on Long Island. More specifically, I grew up on the South Shore. Babylon, West Islip, Lindenhurst – that was my area. I also spent a significant amount of time in my youth in a small, blue-collar fishing town called Hampton Bays, and that is also currently where I make my home today.
When most people from out of state hear I’m from Long Island, they immediately think I come from money, and that I live in Manhattan (not Long Island), or the wealthy area of the Hampton’s (think Montauk). I’ve never understood why this is the case. In truth, most of Long Island is blue-collar, and you guessed it – I grew up blue-collar, but not just blue-collar – really blue-collar. The kind of blue-collar where when the muffler falls off your twenty-year old Chevy, you tie it back up with coat hangers, and patch the holes with duct tape. The kind of blue-collar where my Mother, in between Marlboro Red cigarettes puffs, would say, “Andrew, it’s bill week. Don’t eat too much so we don’t run out of food.” Yes, that really happened. Many times. Anyway, I guess the point is, I’m not from Manhattan. I’m not from Montauk and I certainly don’t come from money. Growing up on Long Island, you learn that life can be boiled down to a few simple truths: We have the best pizza, the best bagels, the best beaches and Billy Joel is awesome, if not essential.
Music is intrinsically tied to culture, more specifically – local culture. This was never more-true than in the case of Billy Joel. Like most self-respecting Long Islanders, I grew up listening to and adoring the music of Billy Joel. I have dozens of memories littering the annals of my life, and countless numbers of them are sound-tracked by Billy Joel. I distinctly recall sitting the back seat of my Dad’s 1980 Chevy Impala as a young kid. The faded burgundy headliner sagging, stapled up, and flapping in the breeze. My Mothers cigarette smoke and ashes being blown downwind into my face, while ‘Blonde Over Blue’ from Billy’s River of Dreams album played via cassette through sun baked speakers recessed into the cracked dashboard. I will forever remember the lyrics, “In Hell there’s a big hotel where the bar just closed and the windows never opened. No phone so you can’t call home and the TV works, but the clicker is broken.” My Dad would always attempt to turn the radio down for the brief second Billy said “Hell” even though my Mother cursed like a truck driver in daily conversation. This was my reality, albeit warped, and somewhat deranged. Is there anything more Long Island than that for a kid growing up in the 90’s?
Billy Joel is a staple of Long Island. So much so, that I believe most of us actually, and sadly take him for granted. While it’s true that Billy has a massive global fan base, in my travels I have come to find that he does not garner the same appreciation in all areas of the country as he does here on Long Island. For example, when I lived in Lexington, Kentucky, everyone seemed to completely dismiss him entirely. Their loss. I suppose it makes sense, as he is the Island’s favorite son. He grew up in a Levitt house (most of you won’t know what that is – Google it), his Father was a bayman (you may need to Google that, too), who, along with thousands of others, (my Grandfather being one of them) – fished the Great South Bay dry. A huge part of my life’s journey is forever intertwined with his music. The reason why is simple – his songs are littered with imagery reflecting the life and culture of Long Island. For example, ‘It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me’ talks about cruising Manhasset’s Miracle Mile (you’re good friends with Google at this point!), and ‘The Ballad of Billy the Kid’ is a semi-autobiographical account of what it was like for Billy to grow up in the town of Oyster Bay. Who could forget ‘The Downeaster Alexa?’ The legendary homage to Long Island’s baymen, which mentions the plight of the men fishing the Block Island Sound and Gardiners Bay. This song was always especially meaningful to me as both my Uncles and Grandfather were fisherman on vessels called ‘Snoopy’ and ‘The Amanda Jessica,’ and my Grandmother, all five feet of her (on a good day), worked in the Cor-J fish market right here in Hampton Bays.
I remember in 2008, we found out the home of the New York Mets, Shea Stadium would be closing for good and torn down to make room for the Mets new home, Citi Field. I’m admittedly a Yankee fan, but my best friend Joe is a life long Met fan, and as a result, most of the baseball games I’ve attended in person have been Met games. Shea Stadium was a dump in many regards, but it was a lovable dump. It was our dump. So, in 2008, when we found out that Billy would be closing out the stadium for the ‘Last Play at Shea,’ we knew we had to go, and so we did. That evening is truly one of my greatest musical memories. Billy was his usual on fire self. Probably more than slightly buzzed, and in his typical honest and jovial form. He had an array of guests come out and sing with him. I recall, Tony Bennet, Garth Brooks, Roger Daltry, John Mayer, Paul McCartney, John Mellencamp, and Steven Tyler all joining him over the course of nearly thirty songs. Watching Billy and Paul McCartney close that show and that stadium out with a live rendition of ‘Let It Be’ was the stuff of legend, and I’ll never forgot it. Again, I am not a Met fan, but I still miss last second, eight-dollar-cheap-seat games there. Joe, our good friend Brian, and myself would polish off an eighteen pack of Bud Light on the hour plus LIRR train ride, and go watch the Mets get toasted by the Braves. It’s classic Long Island. These days, the Mets still kind of suck, Shea Stadium is gone, and I can’t drink nearly as much beer, but Billy gave us one last night to remember in that lovable dump.
In my travels, I’ve often found that New Yorkers get a bad rep. Most people think we’re loud, curse too much, drive too fast, and spend too much money. In reality…that’s all true (I started cursing extensively around the age of 8), but there’s a side to things here that people don’t see from the outside looking in. We are more than Manhattan and Montauk. We are filled with sleepy blue-collar communities, buoyed by hard working people of all shapes, sizes and colors. For the most part, we are decent people, even if we do say “Fuck” all the time. These are the reasons Billy Joel is so important to us here. No matter how famous he’s become, he’s always come home to Long Island, and he still lives here to this day. I’ve personally seen him out in the wild on several occasions over the years, and he is as nice and humble as he seems, and he’s always good for at least one yearly news story. Whether is him wrecking yet another motorcycle, or him randomly playing a piano on the side of the road for all to see (yes that happened!), Billy Joel truly is an everyman. For all the Grammy’s, accolades and platinum albums, he still feels like one of us, and that’s why we love him here.
Billy is still that same working-class hero he sings about in all those songs. He’s “Anthony who works in the grocery store” from his song ‘Moving Out.’ He’s the drunken loud mouth from ‘Big Shot.’ He’s “Eddie” from “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant,” and he’s the bayman from ‘The Downeaster Alexa.’ Billy swears too much, drinks too much and gets fat on pizza and bagels, just like the rest of us. For all his fame and fortune, he’s left pieces of himself everywhere he’s been, and in each-song he’s created for us. These are our local anthems. Our memories are laced with them, and some of our life stories are defined by them. Billy Joel, in short, feels like home. My life’s story, all 32 years of it, is heavily and happily enveloped in the Piano Man’s words and music. I have memories of block parties and BBQ’s all defined by Billy. My ex-wife Angela and I have taken road trips where we listened to Billy for hours, and I recall the Christmas of 2017 where our gift to each other was Billy Joel tickets at MSG. At $350 dollars a pop, we sat just behind the stage, and it was another one of my favorite musical moments, even if I did sorely miss the bombastic drumming of one Liberty DeVito. My life, and so many others, simply would not be the same without the presence of his music.
So, if you want the true flavor of Long Island, ignore what the media says, or what you find on the internet. Listen to Billy Joel, and through the stories and characters he’s created, you will truly understand our story here. Start with Cold Spring Harbor and The Stranger and don’t stop until you’ve listened to the very last song on River of Dreams. If there is one man or artist that has defined and embodies what it means to be from Long Island, New York – it’s Billy Joel. So yes, we are too loud. We do curse too much. Sometimes we drive to fast, and yes – we spend too much. So what? That’s how we do it here on Long Island. Every place you go has its local flavor, and the fast-paced, in-your-face, no-holds-barred hustle is ours. So, next time you’re here, visit one of our local bars, pull up a stool, order yourself a Blue Point and some fries with ketchup, and choose ‘Piano Man’ on the juke box if there is one, because there’s nothing more Long Island than a drunken Billy Joel sing-along with all your closest friends.
‘Sing us a song you’re the piano man, sing us a song tonight. We we’re all in the mood for a melody, and you got us feeling alright.’
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Since he was a young child growing up on Long Island, NY, Andrew has always loved writing and collecting physical music. Present-day, Andrew is proud to share his love of music with the world through his writing, and the result is nothing short of beautiful: articles and interviews written by a music addict for fellow music addicts. Andrew lives on Long Island and works as a Horticultural Operations Manager by day and runs the Vinyl Writer Music website by night.