WHEN I think of Billy Joel I imagine him sitting at his piano at the peak of his fame in the late 1970s, wowing the crowds at Madison Square Garden. Not bad for the little boy from New York State who slavishly adored the Beatles and wrote them a fan letter, only to have it answered by someone running the fan club. He was broken-hearted, but before long …
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