In the summer of 1974, I was at a group home with a half-dozen or so other kids. The owner of the home took us to her cottage for 6 weeks. She also brought a couple of records. I’d also brought my Pink Floyd and Genesis collection but no one wanted hear that weird sh1t.
The 2 records that we could listen to were Billy Joel’s Piano Man and Neil Diamond’s Hot August Night. We heard those albums an awful lot. They weren’t that bad at first but by the end of the summer, I was thinking some pretty unkind thoughts toward Billy and Neil.

I woke up this morning with the Piano Man track floating through my head. I was surprised at how much I remembered of the song. Then I remembered that summer of long ago, trapped with Billy and Neil.

I’ve spent the past 2 hours trying to purge it with my Cure and Supertramp playlists.
Piano Man seems to have gone but I’ve got Pink Floyd’s Ummagumma on deck just in case.