When I was a wee high-schooler, I got to see Billy Joel in concert at ASU. The year was 1979 and Billy was touring with his new album 52nd Street. (Yeah, THAT one.) The concert was amazing, Billy gave an incredible performance. During one of the songs, he was pounding on the piano particularly hard and he stopped for a second and said, “Whoa!” After the song was over he told us that one of his piano strings had broken and whizzed past...
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