BILLY JOEL: PIANO MAN (1973)
1) Travelin' Prayer; 2) Piano
Man; 3) Ain't No Crime; 4) You're My Home; 5) The Ballad Of Billy The Kid; 6)
Worse Comes To Worst; 7) Stop In Nevada; 8) If I Only Had The Words (To Tell
You); 9) Somewhere Along The Line; 10) Captain Jack.
Third time's the charm: on Piano Man, Billy Joel finally found Billy Joel and confronted him
face to face. The album title may have been a little arrogant, because by 1973,
everybody knew who was the real piano
man — Elton John; Billy, however, indirectly insinuated that the US of A should
have its own piano man for its own
patriotic reasons, and that he was perfectly willing, capable, and ready to be
to Elton what the Monkees were to the Beatles. And for now, let us assume that
this is a compliment for the Monkees, not a slur for Billy.
After a live Philadelphia radio broadcast of
ʽCaptain Jackʼ garnered much interest, Billy got himself a contract with
Columbia, moved to Los Angeles, got himself a professional backing band, and
finally recorded an album that managed to present him as a coherent artist
without, however, having to pigeonhole himself directly in one image, be it a
mad organ grinder or a sentimental serenader. Piano Man is a well-balanced mix of roots-rock, vaudeville, folksy
singer-songwriting, orchestrated ballads, and a little bit of old-fashioned rock'n'roll
— essentially the same formula as Elton's, but ever so slightly «Americanized»
for local enjoyment. No coincidence, after all, that the very first song greets
us with banjo, fiddle, and a general honky-tonk atmosphere.
One thing Billy never thought of was hiring a
good lyricist: all the words to his songs come from his own mind, and neither
depth of meaning nor complexity of expression were ever among his fortes —
which, on one hand, helped him find mass appeal, but, on the other, exposed him
to plenty of critical ridicule. He is
a clumsy one, for sure: ʽThe Ballad Of Billy The Kidʼ, for instance, takes
great liberties with the historic facts on Billy The Kid (who was never hanged,
for that matter), without ever letting us know why it does that, creating the impression that the author was
either illiterate or had a warped understanding of the meaning of «artistic
license». Or take the title track — «meaningless lives commemorated at the
local bar stand» is a worn out theme that, nevertheless, can always use a
little extra exploration, but Billy's «telling it like it is» approach reeks
of boredom and limited verbal talent rather than artistic realism.
None of which would be too bad if Piano Man were one of those albums
where «the lyrics do not really matter», but they do, since Billy wires them up
to his melodies; and just like his lyrics, his melodies are easily
comprehensible, accessible, and even memorable, but not particularly interesting.
On the «epic» tunes, such as the title track, ʽBilly The Kidʼ, and ʽCaptain
Jackʼ, Joel seems to be more interested in telling a story, with predictable
musical accompaniment throughout, playing the part of a «street poet-observer»
(or, in the case of ʽKidʼ, «dirt road poet-observer»), and your ability to
enjoy these songs as a whole will surely depend on whether the guy manages to
hook you up in the first few minutes, whether that stark, simple combination of
voice, piano, and content will make you feel inspired, or cringe in disgust, or
leave you utterly unaffected in either direction. And that, in turn, will
surely depend upon your previous experience. For instance: if you have heard
Elton John's ʽBallad Of A Well-Known Gunʼ and Billy Joel's ʽThe Ballad Of Billy
The Kidʼ, what would you prefer? And if you prefer the former, would it, in any
way, bias you against the latter? In my case, it does.
The thing that works in Billy's favor is that
it takes impoliteness and cruelty to shoot the piano man. His singing on the
album is exceptional — powerful, ringing, well-ranged — and his playing fluent
and fun as usual. He is neither being too humble or minimalistic so as to let
anyone suspect unprofessionalism, nor trying to rise to particularly
pretentious heights: ʽCaptain Jackʼ comes a little close, but it's about heroin
addiction, after all, and when you are subtly campaigning against heroin
addiction, anything goes. These songs aren't great, because great songs ought
to have a mystery component, and my feelings detect no mystery here whatsoever
— but they all sound «okay» where they could have sounded much worse, and maybe
it's even for the better that Joel sets them to such basic, familiar melody
patterns.
Actually, from a melodic standpoint, Billy's
best compositions should probably be sought among the shorter tracks here —
particularly ʽWorse Comes To Worstʼ, distinguished with a funky wah-wah guitar
part that sounds highly unusual for this kind of album (and this is probably
the only time in music history when somebody tried to marry funky wah-wah
guitar to an accordeon!); and ʽSomewhere
Along The Lineʼ, which might be the most blatantly Elton John-like tune on the
entire record (echoes of ʽBorder Songʼ and ʽTake Me To The Pilotʼ all over the
place), but it still takes talent to come up with such a good variation. The
orchestrated coda to ʽBilly The Kidʼ is fairly good, too, come to think of it:
Billy's take on what a «Billy Joel Piano Concerto No. 1» would probably look
like.
If we are going to give any thumbs up
to Billy at all, Piano Man is as
good a record as any in his catalog to be our first choice. Of all the flaws to
be found on Billy's records, it only shows those general flaws that are
inherently wired in «Billy The Artist» as a concept — there is really no
complaining about how the songs lack hooks, or how the production lacks taste,
or how the singer lacks commitment, or how the lyricist is a stupid moralizer,
etc. Like myself, you may feel no pressing need to ever hear a single one of
these songs again — but that would be no reason to deny or condemn access to
them for other people, because Piano Man,
unlike, say, something like Aerosmith's Get
A Grip or a late period Rod Stewart album, seems completely harmless for
the central nervous system and the future paths of human evolution. Just as
long as you don't spend too much time looking at the album sleeve, that is —
I've heard rumors that Medusa look
on the cover acts as a strong petrifier on people with low immunity levels.
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Interestingly there's a Spanish language version of the title track by Ana Belén with lyrics by her husband Víctor Manuel which tells a very different story in which the "piano man" is a tragic figure driven to alcoholism by a failed romance. Not less cliched but arguably better executed. And interestingly it all revolves around a redical reinterpretation of the only line kept from the original - "the microphone smells like beer".
ReplyDeleteI'm waiting for The Stranger's review. Not that I'm familiar with the album (I don't), but Vienna is probably my favorite song from Billy Joel ever, so if the rest of the album is on par then I might check it out.
ReplyDelete@ Andrew - The Stranger is a must have album. There isn't a bad song on it. It plays almost like a greatest hits. I grew up listening to that album - it was one of the first albums I ever owned so I might be biased but I think it stands up better than every other album I've heard from him. It's really part of a trilogy of sorts - Stranger, 52nd St and Glass Houses. They're all pretty much equally good. I've been disappointed by almost everything else I've heard outside of those 3.
ReplyDeleteHe has (or had) talent and songwriting skills, but he always comes off as such a smug, arrogant egotist. Meanwhile, for all of his own faults, Elton at least maintains a pose of "Royal graciousness". In fact, I'd basically sum up B.J. as the ersatz of Elton John, with added insincerity, pomposity, and mean spirited aggression.
ReplyDeleteThe "Medusa look" part was killer.
ReplyDeleteWell, I am rather fond of this relic from my youth, even with its flaws. I actually think the title track is the weakest thing here. It initially turned me off from Billy Joel, with its overlong rambling.
ReplyDeleteBut the rest of the album is really nice, even if the production is rough – not as slick as his later records with Phil Ramone. There’s singer-songwriter introspection (“ If I Only Had The Words (To Tell You), “Somewhere Along The Line”); big epics (“Stop in Nevada” – a favorite here – not too many men were writing from a woman’s point of view like this); small epics (“Captain Jack”, “Worse Comes to Worse”, “Travelin’ Prayer”) and humor (“Ain’t No Crime”, “..Billy the Kid” – come on, Billy admits in the liners of Songs in the Attic that the lyrics aren’t meant to be taken seriously).
He does get a bit sappy on “You’re My Home”, but its arrangement on acoustic guitars (almost no piano here – interesting) prevents it from falling into total schmaltz. They really missed the boat by not releasing this as the second single.
I don’t get why you seem to take offence at the lyrics here. They have sense of adventure that got diminished as he rather quickly got more jaded. It would be a long time before he produced another album that I’d listen to completely with getting annoyed at some point.