If you're looking for the premiere 1980's Billy Joel cover band, then you'd be doing yourself a disservice from hiring anyone other than the emphatic Uptown Girl.
Uptown Girl has been giving out amazing performances of exclusively 1980s Billy Joel hits for years, leaving thousands (cumulatively) of fans who understood that they only play Billy Joel's songs from the 1980s.
There was a particularly embarrassing incident at the Catalina Wine Mixer where one intoxicated audience member who may or may not have been under the influence of illegal substances refused to acknowledge that Uptown Girl only plays 1980s Billy Joel. His persistence in agitating Uptown Girl by choosing to ignore that the band exclusively plays 1980s Bill Joel hits unfortunately forced the band to exit the stage and cut its set list short.
Uptown Girl maintains that the other attendees of the Catalina Wine Mixer, barring the one drunken idiot who clearly has a vendetta against the musical stylings of 1980s Billy Joel, had a pleasant experience and welcome them to enjoy future Uptown Girl performances.
We would've gotten to this glorious track if it wasn't for that absolute moron.
A very fitting song title, considering this is my response whenever someone asks why we were kicked out of the Catalina Wine Mixer. I think I've made it clear, already.
I mean, the nerve of him to say '80s Joel sucks. What the hell does he know?
Not going to lie, sometimes I fantasize about ramming my first into that loud-mouthed douche's face and breaking that champagne flute and jamming it in his neck.
This song might be about the declining steel industry, which makes me think about smelting that drunk fart-face in one of those huge vats like he's T-1000.
Maybe that scumbag's whore of a wife was named Laura. I often find myself thinking that as I lay in bed. I wish I could've sang this beautiful song and she would realize that the lyrics weren't about her - that no one would serenade her and her life married to an idiot was all in vain. I hope she thinks about that late at night as she accepts that her entire life has and will be steeped in misery.
Oh, you mean like the spike in hypertension I got when dealing with those idiots at the Catalina Wine Mixer? YEAH I CAN TOTALLY RELATE. THESE IDIOTS MISSED OUT ON THE PERFORMANCE OF A LIFETIME BECAUSE I WOULD'VE BEEN DEALING WITH SOME REAL S**T IF I GOT A CHANCE TO SING THIS.
Life in a Deer Hunter vietcong prison camp would've been too good for that dingus.
For the longest time...I'll remember what that man took from me. I will never forget.
You get that this could've been the band's big break, right? There were people there who were digging us, man.
I mean when are people going to realize that every song Billy Joel sang in the '80s was absolutely brilliant?!
I mean we named our band after this track...this son of a b**ch didn't even let us get to the f***ing song our band is named after. He took that away from us.
I mean '80s Joel is all I have.
If we stop playing '80s Joel, then what is Uptown Girl? What the hell am I even doing on this planet?
These technically even aren't my songs...why do I have such an allegiance to them? Why do I so passionately cover them?
Like technically Storm Front was released in 1989 so it just makes the cut off, but it got all of its awards in 1990. Is that what my life is based off of? A bunch of arbitrary rules? A single decade of Billy Joel music and that defines my band, a cover band no less, and the livelihoods and existences of me and my band members? Should I even continue with this set list? Maybe we should just throw all of our instruments in a pile right in that same spot in Catalina and drag that moronic individual who started me down this path of self doubt and roast him over the fire of our musical instruments as we cackle in delight. Maybe that will quell this constant nagging question in the back of my head. Maybe I can finally sleep.
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I grew up in a marginally superstitious family who brought some beliefs and hocus-pocus superstitions from the old country. I couldn't make too much noise late at night for fear of attracting a "jinn." I couldn't point at cemeteries or stare into a mirror for too long or my face would become deformed, and heaven help me if I was ever mean to or disobeyed my parents or grandparents, because then I'd be looking at a cursed life that would ruin me until the day that I died.
But the idea of "back luck" or stepping on cracks, walking under ladders, or stealing a black cat's macchiato isn't something that my family really bought into. Sure, we believed in supernatural stuff and the idea that karma gets back around to mess with you or your kids, but "bad luck"?
No honey, it isn't luck that's ruining your life, it's an unseen species of metaphysical monsters that exist in a different plane we know little about—but they are mentioned in the Quran, so be careful!
There are phenomena so unfortunate that simply looking at images of them will cause the same bad luck to befall you. So on this Friday the 13th, gaze upon these pictures with extreme caution.