"Just The Way You Are" mangles me (in a good way). When I was a lad of 15, I
helped my Dad move one of my college-bound older sisters from Burlington,
Vermont to Detroit Rock City; driving the U-Haul van through upstate New
York and through the province of Ontario, that song was on the radio
*constantly* (sheesh, that ALBUM (The Stranger) was everywhere that fall,
IIRC). Definitely one of those "soundtrack to a moment" songs: I can still
smell the rain and see the wet highway, can still taste the interstate food
and see my Dad's goofy grin, when I hear it.

Other than JTWYA -- like interstate food -- there's not a whole hell of a
lot of Billy Joel that I can stomach these days.

Saturday Night Live, bicycle handle-bar mounted AM radios, beanbag 'chairs',
macramé owls, space food sticks, lime-green shag carpet: this was my
adolescence. I bear no shame for my avocado-n-rust, trash-white origins.

Have a nice day.

kErrY kOMpOsT

www.mp3.com/kompost

NP: A Fair Forgery of Pink Floyd - Various Artists