It seems one of music’s most hotly debated topics is that of Mr. Billy Joel: does he suck or doesn’t he? Billy Joel is the kind of guy you either love or you hate. In Slate, Ron Rosenbaum called Joel “just bad, a blight upon pop music, a plague upon the airwaves more contagious than West Nile virus, a dire threat to the peacefulness of any given elevator ride, not rock ‘n’ roll but schlock ‘n’ roll…” Harsh.
But I am not a pretentious critic full of withering contempt and I fucking love Billy Joel. I get down to Billy Joel on vinyl, while driving in my car and even sometimes during a workout. But lately I have been thinking about how even though I dig his tunes, Billy Joel’s cheap and naïve lyrics seem to have it all wrong. So I have re-written the lyrics to one of my favorite songs, “You May Be Right,” to better reflect the reality of being almost 30, out of love, and in the dating world. If Billy Joel actually had to date instead of just get married over and over, he might better understand that it isn’t actually a lunatic most of us are looking for.
“You Are Probably Wrong”
Friday night we had our date
Saturday you said you’d call
Sunday came and still no word from you
You were only being mean
You were hurting someone
And you enjoyed your weekend like you do
I’ve been stranded in the friend zone
I walked through Denver all alone
You drove your car after too much beer
And I told you not to do it
But you made it home alive
So I said that only proves that you’re insane
I may be right
You may be crazy
And it isn’t actually a lunatic that I’m looking for
Turn out the light
I won’t try to save you
You may be wrong and I already know
And I am right
Remember how I found you there
Alone in your reclining chair
You told me shitty things until I cried
You were lonely for a boy
You said “Take me as I am”
But I won’t enjoy your madness after a while
Now think of all the weeks I tried to
See if you could satisfy me
You are as crazy as I say
Since you’re crazy then it’s true
That it isn’t at all because of me
And I would never want you the way you are
I may be right
You may be crazy
And it isn’t actually a lunatic I’m looking for
I don’t want to fight
It’s too late to change you
You may be wrong for all I know
And I am right
I am right
You are crazy
And it isn’t actually a lunatic that I am looking for
Turn out the light
I won’t try to save you
You are wrong for all I know
And I am right
You are wrong and I am right
You are wrong and I am right
This is seriously Banshee Genius! As I ponder signing up for year 10 (yes, that’s a DECADE) on Match.com, these lyrics will be ringing in my head, and hopefully I will remember that I could save $30 a month, as well as a lot of crazy. Yesterday’s email exchange with a guy whose profile is hidden was classic:
Matchelor: “Lovely picture and profile ..How is your weekend going..Mine is going on well” (Cut and pasted verbatim – lack of punctuation and all.)
Me: “Thanks for your interest but (his town) is way out of my orbit, and a hidden profile is a huge red flag to me. Good luck in your search.”
Matchelor: “I hide my profile because i am talking to someone already ..But i am emailing you regarding a friend who saw your profile and he said he will really like to get to know more about you if you will give him your email or number.”
Me: “No thanks. As a paying member, I have very little regard for those who abuse the system. Tell your friend to sign up and contact me himself.”
Matchelor: “Match reactivated my profile without permission. I am trying to get off, but good luck to you.”
WTF??? So in email #1 you’re coming on to me, I politely decline, you try to get my contact info “for a friend”, I decline and then you blame Match for you being stuck in their system??? It’s something of a relief to know this happens across the board (i.e. your Sunflowers post) even to gorgeous younger women like you.